Clutching the cum-soaked towel Master Ballard tossed at me, I wiped his thick load leaking from my freshly fucked hole, the raw scent of his semen, sweat, and my own natural lube overwhelming my senses as I inhaled deeply, my cock pulsing hard in my black jockstrap pouch. The intoxiating mix sent shivers through me, but footsteps echoing down the hall snapped me back. Dropping to all fours, I crawled from the guest room to Master Ballard’s bedroom, spotting the black-wired crate instantly. Following his orders, I slipped inside, shut the tiny wired door, and clicked the padlock shut, locking myself in for whatever came next.

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