The ultimate hug. The ultimate surrender.

From the wicked imagination of Master's slaveboy. A fantasy to come true???????

He starts slow. He knows his slaveboy wants it so bad. He tells his slaveboy to breath deep & relax. The candle light dances on the walls. slaveboy sees it creates a shadow of Master & him on the bed & wall. The dancing light prevents slaveboy from seeing what he wishes he could. Master is so gentle. Pushing deeper. More & more. slaveboy hears Master "that's a good boy. Open for Master."
The slaveboy breaths deep. Relaxing. He knows soon Master will have him completely. Master owns him. slaveboy knows & loves this. Master has complete confidence his slaveboy will open fully, completely. slaveboy feels Master, deeper he goes. The flame from the candles might as well be in this slaveboy. he feels hot, he feels the warmth as Master works him, molds him.
"Almost there my boy" he hears Master say. slaveboy knows. On the verge of the most pleasure he has ever experienced, he feels a bit faint like he's dreaming. On the edge, somewhere between the ultimate pleasure and pain. The perfect combination. Master has been working him up to this for some time. It's nearly midnight, slaveboy knows its almost there.
Finally as the clock turns slaveboy feels it. Master strokes him. That special spot that only Master has been. slaveboy quivers in delight and pleasure as waves of fire crash over his body. a guttural, animalistic sound emanates from deep within the slaveboy. Master knows he's got the right spot.
slaveboy feels Master's hand deep inside him. Massaging him from the depths within. Master has claimed His boy once again. His slaveboy hugs his Master as though they are one. Hole hugs Masters forearm tight, never wanting to let go.
"Happy Birthday MY boy"