Ansh and Rahul’s kinky gay saga

I was nervous as fuck when I first messaged you on that kinky website. I was 25, and you were 26, and I had never done anything like this before.

You led me to the bed and told me to get on my knees. You grabbed a length of rope from the bedside table and began to bind my wrists behind my back. I could feel my heart racing as you tightened the rope, securing me in place. “Good slave,” you said, your voice low and husky. “Now, let’s see how well you can take orders.”

You grabbed a small, black vibrator from the drawer and turned it on. You pressed it against my cock, and I gasped as the vibrations sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. You moved the vibrator up and down my shaft, teasing me and making me beg for more. “Please,” I moaned, my body writhing with need. “Please, Master.”

You smiled and removed the vibrator, replacing it with your hand. You began to stroke me, your grip firm and sure. You leaned down and kissed me, your tongue exploring my mouth. I could taste the faint hint of whiskey on your lips, and it sent a shiver down my spine. You pulled away and looked into my eyes. “I want to fuck you, Rahul,” you said, your voice low and commanding. “I want to fuck you hard and make you scream.”

I nodded, my body aching with desire. You grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer and poured some onto your fingers. You reached around and began to massage my ass, your fingers probing and teasing. I moaned as you slipped a finger inside me, the sensation of being filled making me even harder. You added another finger, stretching me and preparing me for what was to come.

You positioned yourself behind me and pressed the head of your cock against my entrance. I took a deep breath and pushed back against you, feeling your cock slide inside me. You groaned, your hands gripping my hips tightly. You began to move, your hips thrusting against mine as you fucked me hard and deep. I could feel every inch of you, the sensation of being filled and stretched making me moan and beg for more.

You reached around and grabbed my cock, stroking it in time with your thrusts. The dual sensation of being fucked and stroked was almost too much to bear, and I could feel my orgasm building. You leaned down and bit my shoulder, your teeth sinking into my flesh as you fucked me harder and faster. “Come for me, slave,” you growled in my ear. “Come for your Master.”

I cried out as my orgasm hit, my body convulsing as I came hard and fast. You continued to fuck me, your thrusts becoming more erratic as you chased your own release. With a final, deep thrust, you came, your cock pulsing inside me as you filled me with your hot, sticky cum.

You pulled out and untied my wrists, rubbing them gently to restore circulation. You lay down on the bed and pulled me into your arms, your body warm and comforting. “Good slave,” you whispered, your voice soft and gentle. “You did well tonight.”

I smiled and snuggled closer to you, my body still tingling with the afterglow of our encounter. “Thank you, Master,” I said, my voice soft and content. “I’m glad I’m yours.”

You laughed, your chest rumbling against mine. ” I have so much more planned for you.”

I shivered in anticipation, already looking forward to our next encounter. I knew that with you as my Master, I was in for a wild ride. And I couldn’t wait to see where it would take me.

I was nervous as fuck when I first messaged you on that kinky website. I was 25, and you were 26, and I had never done anything like this before.

The room was filled with an intoxicating mix of anticipation and the scent of leather. Ansh, my Dom Master, stood tall and commanding, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. He was the epitome of power and control, a god in his own right, and I, Rahul, was his willing slave.

“On your knees, slave,” Ansh commanded, his voice a deep, resonating rumble that sent shivers down my spine. I obeyed without hesitation, my heart pounding in my chest as I knelt before him. He was my master, my teacher, my everything. I trusted him implicitly, knowing he would push me to my limits but never beyond.

Ansh stepped closer, his leather boots creaking with each step. He reached out, his fingers tracing the contours of my face, a slow, deliberate touch that sent electric jolts through my body. “You’ve been a good slave, Rahul,” he said, his voice a soft purr. “I think it’s time we take things to the next level.”

He produced a pair of handcuffs, the cold metal glinting under the dim light. My heart skipped a beat, my breath hitching in my throat. “Yes, Master,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. He fastened the cuffs around my wrists, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of his touch.

Ansh led me to the bed, his grip firm and unyielding. He pushed me down, my body sinking into the soft mattress. He straddled me, his weight pressing me down, his eyes never leaving mine. “Tonight, you’re mine, Rahul,” he said, his voice a low growl. “I’m going to fuck you, claim you, make you mine.”

He leaned down, his lips crashing against mine in a brutal, passionate kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, a sensual invasion that left me breathless. He pulled away, his lips trailing down my neck, leaving a scorching path of fire in their wake.

Ansh’s hands roamed my body, his touch a mix of pain and pleasure that left me gasping for more. He pinched my nipples, the sharp pain sending jolts of pleasure straight to my cock. “You like that, don’t you, slave?” he asked, his voice a low, seductive whisper.

“Yes, Master,” I replied, my voice a desperate whimper. He continued his sensual assault, his hands roaming my body, his lips following close behind. He moved lower, his fingers tracing the outline of my cock through my pants. “You’re mine, Rahul,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

He unzipped my pants, his fingers brushing against my cock. I moaned, the sensation sending electric jolts through my body. He pulled my cock out, his fingers wrapping around my shaft. He stroked me, his grip firm and unyielding. “You’re so hard for me, slave,” he said, his voice a low, seductive purr.

He moved lower, his lips trailing down my chest, his tongue flicking against my nipples. He moved lower still, his lips brushing against my cock. He took me into his mouth, his lips wrapping around my shaft. He sucked me, his tongue swirling around my cock, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

Ansh pulled away, his lips leaving my cock with a wet pop. He reached into his bag, producing a bottle of lube and a dildo. “I’m going to fuck you, Rahul,” he said, his voice a low, seductive whisper. “I’m going to claim you, make you mine.”

He lubed up the dildo, his fingers moving with a practiced ease. He positioned it against my ass, the cold metal sending shivers down my spine. He pushed it in, the sensation a mix of pain and pleasure that left me gasping for more.

Ansh moved the dildo in and out, his movements slow and deliberate. He added another, the sensation of being filled sending jolts of pleasure through my body. “You’re mine, Rahul,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

He moved the dildos faster, the sensation a mix of pain and pleasure that left me gasping for more. He added a third, the sensation of being filled sending jolts of pleasure through my body. “You’re mine, Rahul,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

Ansh pulled the dildos out, the sensation of emptiness sending a shiver down my spine. He positioned himself against me, his cock pressing against my ass. He pushed in, the sensation of being filled sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

He moved in and out, his movements slow and deliberate. He moved faster, his cock pounding into me, the sensation of being filled sending jolts of pleasure through my body. “You’re mine, Rahul,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

He moved faster still, his cock pounding into me, the sensation of being filled sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

I was nervous as fuck when I first messaged you on that kinky website. I was 25, and you were 26, and I had never done anything like this before.

I stand before you, Ansh, my Master, my Dominant, my everything. The room is bathed in the soft glow of candles, casting a warm, sensual light over your chiseled features. Your eyes, dark and intense, hold me captive, as they always do. I can feel the anticipation building in the air, a palpable force that makes my heart race and my breath hitch.

“Kneel, slave,” you command, your voice deep and authoritative. I obey without hesitation, sinking to my knees on the plush carpet. The position is familiar, comforting even, a reminder of my place in this dynamic. I am yours to command, yours to control, yours to use as you see fit.

You approach me, a small, wicked smile playing on your lips. In your hand, I see a candle, the wax pooling at the top. My heart skips a beat, a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through me. I know what’s coming, and I both dread and crave it.

“You know what to do, Rahul,” you say, your voice a low, seductive purr. I nod, taking a deep breath as I prepare myself. I lean forward, my body taut with anticipation, and press my lips to your hard, muscled thigh. The scent of your skin fills my nostrils, a heady, intoxicating aroma that makes my head spin.

You tip the candle, the hot wax spilling onto my exposed balls. I gasp, the pain sharp and intense, but quickly fading into a warm, pleasurable sensation. I can feel my cock hardening, straining against the restraints that bind me.

“Good boy,” you murmur, your voice filled with approval. The praise sends a shiver down my spine, a surge of pleasure that only intensifies the sensation of the wax. You continue to drip the wax, each drop a new wave of pain and pleasure that leaves me gasping and moaning.

Once you’re satisfied, you set the candle aside and turn your attention to my aching cock. Your fingers wrap around my shaft, stroking me with a firm, steady rhythm. I moan, my body arching into your touch, desperate for more.