The boy was standing at my door looking at me in the eye. He got on his knees and begged me to accept him as a slave. I was unwilling at first. He kept on begging. I got near him, told him to look down and lick my boots. He was licking good, with his head shaking and bum wiggling like a dog. At this time I told him, “Let me grab a fist-full of that hair and use you like a slave.”
Gay Master 