His skin was pale, colorless as snow, he had a three-day mustache that closed perfectly as a lock with his beard, his expressionless face highlighted his thin pink lips, which were broken, as if by accident he had imposed small bites, he stared at me with his imperious gray eyes that fell on his heavy eyelids, perhaps his papery tone shone through his charred hair, as dark as the pupil of his eyes whose depths lay a being. I had never met anyone with a livid, willowy appearance, yet I was attracted to those characteristics about him.
He entered without asking permission, sat down on a white couch in front of Bolivar while he took off his shoes and socks, flexed his feet, stretched them so much that I could hear his joints thunder. The same thing happened with his neck and as he expanded his torso. As he finished…, relaxing? He fixed his gaze on me, I was stupefied in the same place he found me the moment he arrived.
Ayrton: Don’t be shy.
I heard him talk about shyness but I remained perplexed held by my trembling feet. The suppleness of his voice was slow, low, clear and low. Those three words had captivated me; and without understanding what on earth that strange boy wanted, I impulsively looked at Bolivar, when he made a face of complicity he made a gesture marking the place where I should go. Automatically my feet took me in front of the pale-haired boy. He did not mention a word, however, the posture he had acquired contributed to his provocative intention.
I knelt before him and put my head close to his feet. His feet were long, hairy like a rabbit’s, they were not wide, that gave him a sophisticated appearance, his bones are very pronounced and in the skin of his metatarsus he had the terminals of the little black hairs that extend like grass towards his legs. As I kissed her delectable feet, the curiosity to see her full body turned me on, and at this stage of the game, I realized that I had to earn it.
The order-imposing monarch had sat down for me to indulge his whims, and I was at his command. He measured his foot in my face, began by giving me little slaps with his feet as I licked them. I managed to capture one and slowly opened my mouth to try to get most of it on my insides, he subtly moved his feet until he pulled it out and slapped my face with that slimy foot. Again he forced his other foot into me but that one I pressed with my teeth as a sign of rebellion. Precipitated he removed his foot and kicked my face. I looked at him with defiance demanding the most morbid thing in him. He understood my request and was ready to dispatch me. He stood up and Bolivar commented.
Bolivar: Ayrton, do you want me to help you?
So this majestic man is named Ayrton! I had read that the meanings of names have stamps that mark our attitudes and Ayrton detonated about supple, dexterous and seductive. And yes his body was seductive, and although his attitude and appearance was bland, the sex act overshadowed his singularities.
Ayrton: No, wait a minute, let me talk about it, because I perceive him as a little bit of a jerk.
Ayrton grabbed me by the hair, and while I was kneeling, he directed my face towards his face with despotism, he gave me three good slaps followed by a strong spit, thereafter, he slammed my head against the floor and crushed it with his big feet.
Ayrton: Take off your pants!
I was trying to take off my pants but it was absurd, in the position I was in I couldn’t take them off easily, and the longer it took, the harder I stepped, so I thought that this guy had no intention of being gentle with me, then with difficulty I showed him my ass. His foot went from my skull to my neck, I felt two toes go in, I gave a jump (an action he didn’t like because he spanked me three times hard).
Ayrton: Keep your little ass up, and be careful, we are getting to know each other better.
Ayrton started to put his fingers in so fast that he seemed to have hurt my anus again, last night was my first time with Bolivar, his cock had hurt my ass, for a moment I thought about stopping everything because this tyrant was aggressive but I decided to resist. I watched Bolivar as he enjoyed his friend subduing me with his fingers inside my ass. Suddenly he grabbed my head and pulled me towards his penis, I was able to ram it into his piece the first time, Ayrton so insatiable was trying to fit his whole penis into my throat crashing with impetus some internal wall inside my mouth. He would put my head so I could look directly at him, if I closed my eyes, he would pull his cock out of my mouth, slap me and then give me another chance, after several attempts my eyes were watering, my face was beaten, my face was wet and my throat felt. I moved my head away from him, to cough and breathe.
He repeated the action, he thrust his cock in and out so fast that it caused my mouth to flood with my own saliva, finally, he kept as deep as he could fit his cock in my mouth while plugging my nostrils. I stared at him, I resisted, opened my mouth wider to breathe, he held me there again engulfing his pale phallus, I struggled for about fifty seconds until I coughed up a large amount of saliva which I expelled intensely towards his balls. He slowly pulled my head out, I was relieved because I could now breathe. Ayrton looked at how slimy his whole pelvis was. He undressed his shirt and pufff, a man all hairy, a wonderful sculpture, the superb figure matched his way of dealing in sex, it turned me on so much that I lunged at him to kiss his abdomen, but he reachazed my urge by pushing me back.
Ayrton: Hey, hey… Easy, who told you to kiss my body? Your function here is to lick feet, suck cock and offer ass.
Ayrton placed me on my back and without dilating, he enverted me, the pain was extreme that I escaped.
Ayrton: Come on, it’s just beginning.
Ayrton did the same again, without compassion or understanding of the pain. He forced me to keep my spine erect so he could put his fat cock in. The boy was punishing me, he really looked like an animal, when I saw his completely naked body I realized that he had the features and slender figure of a wolf. A real big bad wolf! That wolf with the body of a human being was giving me strong onslaughts that achieved some resounding moans, everything I had not shouted yesterday, I was exposing now with gasps of pain. Finally he loosened me up, sat down on the couch. I followed his cock in search of more even though deep inside I no longer wanted to. As I straddled him, my goal was to get him watered wherever I could and beat him to the punch. I wiggled my hips to stimulate ejaculation, suddenly, he chokes me and pumps faster destroying my ass once again. I tried to support him through screaming and pushing my anus until I gave up.
Marlon: I can’t anymore.
Ayrton: You don’t want to anymore?
I shook my head. His skin had turned reddish, we were completely sweaty and with a mischievous smile he replied.
Ayrton: Bolivar, now I really need your help.