Olympic Gymnast Sex Slave (M4M Gay Audio Story)

I look up into his eyes as my pulse accelerates.

"Shh. Just keep staring at my penis. Relax. Relax."

He spits into his palm and begins jacking off.

My eyes linger on the rod as that strange sense of relaxation washes over me again.

Maybe he's right. A straight guy wouldn't feel like this when looking at a penis.

Penis. Penis. Penis.

My brain begins shutting down as I stare.

His cock is so perfect. His physique is so perfect.

He's a... real... man.

"Queer," I whisper the word.

"That's right, Michael. Say it louder."

"Queer!"

"Good boy. Use full sentences though. Show me you understand."

"I'm a queer."

"Show me some fucking respect."

He stops masturbating.

"I'm a queer, sir."

"That's better."

He resumes stroking.

"Keep saying it while you look at my penis. Just say what comes naturally."

"Sir."

I spit into my hand and grab my dick.

"Sir. Sir. Sir. Sir."

Like a broken robot, I begin chanting the honorific title while my fist pumps up and down on my cock.

The words pouring from my lips blend with the pleasure radiating from my shaft.

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