Slut-boy soon began sobbing again, but still he strained his ass higher, desperately welcoming each ever-deeper agonized intrusion. Utterly at the mercy of my pounding rhythm his body lurched back and forth on the bed, its momentum snubbed by the binding ropes but still the helpless plaything of my incredibly powerful thrusts. More completely under my control than he’d likely ever dreamed of being, he must have been at the absolute apogee of his shamefully perverse submission compulsion. And when at last my blazing ecstasy exploded in yet another convulsive orgasm, my fifth of the night, I wasn’t the least bit surprised to see Slut-boy give a telltale cry and writhe atop the pillow in a wonderfully tormented ejaculation of his own even as I hammered harder and faster than ever into his acc
