I started with slow thrusts while my hands clamped onto his smooth and bruised cheeks. “Stroke your cocklet for me.”
Barry did as told and motioned his hand right away, confirming that he felt pleasure from this as well. I owned him now, and he was to obey me in every single way.
As I quickened the pace, I watched as his ass jiggled enough to tease my cock some more and force me to slow a bit to avoid coming too fast. I wanted to enjoy my new slave during the important christening of my first sexual experience. Sure, I was still new to sex and domination, and I probably had much more to learn, but that was what a willing slave was meant for. He’d give me the experience I needed. Of course, I’d never admit such thoughts to anyone. I could never let my inexperience show.
“Fuck me, Sir.” This fucking slut begged for my big cock since he’d lusted after me the whole time he’d been friends with Roberto, just like the dirty old fuck he was.