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He was glad when it seemed as though his master was happy with what he was doing. It would take a lot for him to be able to be controlled by anyone else. In fact, it would take the other person being a leader to make him do anything and it was certainly never something of this kind. Even though it wasn’t something that was normally what he would do he felt confident and found that it was easy for him to do it around his master so long as he was able to please him in some way or another. He could tell that his master was watching him and it gave him a little thrill, a rush and it made him want to do more. As if reading his thoughts, his master gave out one command and he gave a little nod of his head but he had to think just what the other would want from him. Would he want another finger or would he want something else different entirely? Either way, he couldn’t do much else in the way that he was now and so he gave his master one last look, trying to look into his face as if looking for something in his face to give him some sort of direction, but finding none besides something in his master’s eyes, something that made a small shiver run up his spine in anticipation. What was the other planning for him? He wanted to please him any way that he could.
He gave a little sound as he rolled over, keeping his legs up and the one finger in him. He then pushed another finger in himself, giving a little sound as he did so. His other hand ran up his body to pinch his nipples, giving his cherub a show by arching his back and scissoring his fingers in and out. He then turned his fingers and pushed them all the way to the second knuckle, giving a low groan, his already full penis giving a twitch in response. ”Mmm master is this what you meant?” He asked him as he looked over at him, one of his eyes closed in response as he gave a little groan, his fingers working within him, his body giving natural responses to the feelings through him. The initial discomfort had worn off, leaving his body aching, wanting more, wanting the master that was so close and yet so far from him. ”Master, ah my fingers feel good but they don’t feel as good as you do,” he said as he gave a low moan, looking up at him, his hand traveling down his body, ghosting over his prick to his balls where he played with them before he resumed stroking his dick, watching his master to see if this was what was wanted of him or if his master wanted more. He wanted to be hurt, wanted to make his master feel so good but it was really hard to do that when his master was all the way over there. But at the same time, so long as his master was having fun and was enjoying himself then he would do anything, absolutely anything.
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