Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Master and the Slave ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: ayama-mew 
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Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.20.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 397 | Visits: 735 | Status: Work In Progress
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Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.20.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 397 | Visits: 735 | Status: Work In Progress
The Master, and the Slave
Authors Note- This came to me in a masturbation session. As embarrassing as that is . . . so you can probably guess what this story is going to be about.
Any who, I will need a beta for this story. Anyone who is good, fast, and dependable is welcome to ask. You will not only have my respect and love but also every chapter before anyone else but me gets to read it!
Vegan sat on his knees, head bowed and hands secured behind his back. A leather collar fit snugly around his neck and his skin, completely bare, was covered in a very light sheen of oil. His olive skin glowed under the small amount of light in the room and his slightly curly black hair fell into his face. Grey eyes were closed in concentration as he repeated a mantra to himself, sinuous lips moving as he recited the words under his tongue.
The steel door to the room was opened, shedding a bright light into the room. Vegan forced himself to keep his head lowered and his eyes closed as every inch of him screamed to look up and see the room’s new occupant. However, he gave into temptation and opened one eye a crack to see an intimidating shadow loom over him. A steel toed boot thuds hard against the stone floor, tight leather pants slightly covering the top of the boots.
Slamming his eye down Vegan let his head be lifted by a strong hand. "Look at me," a baritone voice says and Vegan does as he is ordered. Finding himself looking into crystal blue eyes, looking down on him and judging every inch of his body. The hands that gripped his face move on to judge the texture of it. Stopping at his lips, making them open to examine pearly teeth and a slippery tongue adorned with a simple metal barbell. He meets no resistance as he lowers his head and tastes the slave beneath him, enjoying the taste of honey and melon-dew. Breathing in the scent of a fresh spring rain.
That was only a preview of the story, sorry. If you want me to continue just say so and you will be obliged. ^_^
Your friend,
Riley
Authors Note- This came to me in a masturbation session. As embarrassing as that is . . . so you can probably guess what this story is going to be about.
Any who, I will need a beta for this story. Anyone who is good, fast, and dependable is welcome to ask. You will not only have my respect and love but also every chapter before anyone else but me gets to read it!
Vegan sat on his knees, head bowed and hands secured behind his back. A leather collar fit snugly around his neck and his skin, completely bare, was covered in a very light sheen of oil. His olive skin glowed under the small amount of light in the room and his slightly curly black hair fell into his face. Grey eyes were closed in concentration as he repeated a mantra to himself, sinuous lips moving as he recited the words under his tongue.
The steel door to the room was opened, shedding a bright light into the room. Vegan forced himself to keep his head lowered and his eyes closed as every inch of him screamed to look up and see the room’s new occupant. However, he gave into temptation and opened one eye a crack to see an intimidating shadow loom over him. A steel toed boot thuds hard against the stone floor, tight leather pants slightly covering the top of the boots.
Slamming his eye down Vegan let his head be lifted by a strong hand. "Look at me," a baritone voice says and Vegan does as he is ordered. Finding himself looking into crystal blue eyes, looking down on him and judging every inch of his body. The hands that gripped his face move on to judge the texture of it. Stopping at his lips, making them open to examine pearly teeth and a slippery tongue adorned with a simple metal barbell. He meets no resistance as he lowers his head and tastes the slave beneath him, enjoying the taste of honey and melon-dew. Breathing in the scent of a fresh spring rain.
That was only a preview of the story, sorry. If you want me to continue just say so and you will be obliged. ^_^
Your friend,
Riley