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up, please,” he ordered.
    Oh crap. I got the lube and started coating the huge dildo with the stuff. I would damn well soak the thing in it…
    I heard the bedsprings creak a bit as James came up behind me, but I wasn’t ready for the stinging slap he dealt my behind. I yelped in surprise and pain.
    “Naughty boy. What the hell is going on with you, Tate?”
    I stilled my hands, looking him in the eyes. I shrugged. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
    “Did you forget your safe words?” he asked.
    “In the heat of the moment, yes, Sir.”
    “I should have gone over them with you. But you should have reviewed your notes for this weekend, Tate. You know I don't tolerate carelessness.”
    I nodded. Boy, do I know that. “Yes, Sir.”
    “Keep lubing that monster, Tate. It’s big, I know, but I want it to be as comfortable as possible.” He swiped a bit of the lube onto his fingers.
    “Yes, Sir.” I returned to my task as I felt his hand on my ass, soothing where he had slapped me. His fingers slipped into my crack and he pushed two unceremoniously into me without preamble. I groaned and my hands stilled. He pumped his fingers in and out of me roughly, surely enjoying my grunts of pain and pleasure.
    “Give me the dildo.”
    I handed it to him, trying to prepare myself for the inevitable, which proved impossible. When I felt the huge thing at my hole I tensed, starting to panic.
    “Easy, Tate. Relax. You’ll be fine.” His voice sounded soft and encouraging, rather than domineering.
    Easy for you to say. But the confidence and kindness of his tone helped me relax. I took a couple of deep breaths, feeling the huge thing press against my hole, and consciously opened for him. He pressed it firmly again and it started to go in. “Good boy…”
    I trembled at the sensation of being skewered on the gigantic thing. He kept up the steady pushing as it slowly, very slowly, slid all the way in. It hurt, I couldn’t deny that, but it filled me up so good, too. I moaned. He let it sit inside me for a bit while I got used to it.
    “Oh, fuck, Tate, that looks so amazing in your bottom. Do you like being my little fuck toy?”
    I whimpered, my ass throbbing with residual pain and rising pleasure. “Yes, Sir.”
    He laughed and slapped me hard again.
    “I know you do you delicious little slut.” He pulled the dildo almost all the way out. I moaned in pleasure, then he shoved it mercilessly up my poor ass. I cried out at the sensation as he did it again, and again. He fucked me with it, so roughly and so relentlessly I had to fight the tears back from my squeezed-shut eyes, but I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Not on the first damn night. Besides, although it hurt, my cock strained and wept at the divine pleasure of it too.
    He kept it up, listening to my cries and grunts and groans, until I didn’t think I could take any more. Finally, he pulled it out all the way and threw it onto the coverlet beside me. Before I could even thank my lucky stars, his own massive prick pushed into me. He was smaller than the dildo, thank God, but still quite big. Now I felt only pleasure while he slammed into me again and again, fucking me the way he knew I loved it, little fuck-toy that I was.
    “Don’t you fucking come, Tate. This is for my pleasure, not yours,” he gasped.
    I moaned out a shaky “Yes, Sir,” as he pounded me.
    “You are my little slut, aren’t you, Tate?”
    “Yes, Sir!” I moaned.
    “You love having my cock buried in your ass, don’t you, boy?”
    “Yes, Sir!” I yelled, feeling the pleasure build. He fucked me like an animal.
    “I’m going to fucking shoot my load into you, you little cunt, do you hear me?”
    “Yes, Sir!”
    Since he had the habit of becoming progressively more lewd the closer to orgasm he got, I knew he was almost there. His words thrilled me as much as his dick pistoning me and I had to fight again to hold back my own climax.
    “Who’s my fuck toy, Tate? Who likes