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Mathew: the estate’s 5’6″ tall stocky, 30-ish-year-old heavily tattooed blonde, private chef and nutritionist. He begged to become the young master’s private chef after his family’s restaurant was bailed out from bankruptcy, including the protection of his family, who were formerly connected to Italy’s mafia. Although he seemed like a lamp walking offered to the wolfish tycoon, he’s actually a cow willingly offering himself. His strong pride to his craft and meals including the special meals are all crafted by him. Feeding his master and satisfying all his cravings is what he calls his “life’s calling”. He’s also one of the few who get along with the other pets, that is, as long as you don’t mess with his cooking.

Journal Entry 4:

Matthew may seem like a docile lamb, but underneath his pristine visage is a ram rearing to charge, I know better than to see him as anything but a slutty ewe. I do commend his professionalism to endure his work, then only to act like a sacrifice offering his body before I retire to my room.

Although I admire his conviction and discipline, I do hope he become less calculating like David. Though he does know how to beg and act docile, even as he charges forward finding a way to calm sate his raging lust.

Mathew:

Coming to master’s estate was the right choice for me, my extremely catholic parents would have never allowed me to live the way I am. Although I do visit them in Greece or Italy, my act of being scandalized by any form of nudity does deter them from inviting me to places where I have to bare my skin.

My previously unmarred skin now decorated by depictions of succubi and incubi in the throes of sinful pleasure. My particular favorite is an incubus inspired by Priapus, the muscular and demon inked in detail across my abdomen, both of us sharing the same cock. This beautiful piece, slightly reminiscent of my well-endowed master. The one who freed me from the shackles I bound myself with.

In the past as I lived with my Greek-Italian family, I curbed all my desires, buying it and tamping it down the shadows of my heart, never to be fulfilled or though of. Living as the first born between parents who are desperately trying to put a show of normalcy, like them I sacrificed everything so that my younger siblings can have normal lives. Because unlike them I knew the secrets my parents hid. Secrets that could not only destroy my family’s carefully crafted facade but may even endanger my family’s lives.

So, I acted like a good lamb, the devout altar boy, kind and pure, even while I lust after my fellows and our parish priest. Hoping he’ll be one to defile me and release the pent up urges I try to ignore. But, I was a good actor, liar, a conman I was able to deceive everyone but myself.

I continued my con, as the model son, my grades perfect, image impeccable, I graduated with honors as a nutritionist and even helped with my family’s struggling business. Everything went well for decades, my parents lived as quiet outsiders of the small beach town that gradually accepted them and their children.

Then things began to fracture when a resort was built near our town’s beach. It was my parents former colleagues, a branch of the group that they escaped from. That group began sending armed men that are going around businesses extorting people protection money.

My parents hearing news of the mobsters extorting people made them fearful. They worry about being discovered and killed. As similar news grew more frequent and the places they visit grew nearer towards the district my family resides in, paranoia gradually made cracks in my family’s crafted visage. Along with the paranoia the presence of these people start to scare tourists and travelers that would usually stay at our place. My parents’ spirits crumble as our finances grew worse.

They began distancing themselves to the neighbors they painstakingly built relationships with, in the nights they grew paranoid unable to sleep with out drowning themselves in liquor. Little by little our family stood out, making us more vulnerable, meanwhile I grew more haggard as I try to piece back our image and protect my family.

Then one of our oldest patrons, an American business tycoon visited us, he came with his only son and future heir and unimposing middle-aged butler. They were a beautiful father and son. Tall and physically imposing but graceful and polite with their manners, their money free-flowing, the perfect patrons.

How they came here with the thugs walking around, I don’t know but it just shows their power and authority.

My parents’ weird countenance drew the father and son’s curiosity and tactfully try to convince them to tell their worries. But my parents just grew more scared and anxious, so the two quietly back down but they still looked concerned. I soon closed the restaurant and walked around the beach. There I saw our patron’s son just behind a hidden crevice in the rocky side of the beach. He was nude, his unblemished bronze skin exposed to the wind and waves.

I watched his face, eyes closed in ecstasy as his hips pummel someone hidden by the rocks. The only clue of his partner is the deep grunts and moans that grew louder as the young man speed up the pace of his fucking. I watched him entranced, seawater and sweat rolling down his wet hair and body, cascading further down his wide shoulders, leaving pools of liquid over his deep inviting collarbones.

As the waves crash behind him more water slid down his well wide pectoral muscles, down his well defined torso and small bellybutton, finally washing his cock and balls after, flowing down his iliac furrows. Each thrust of his pelvis showed the strength and beauty of his gluteal muscles, carved like stone but supple, powerful enough to illicit screams of pleasure from his partner.

As the tide starts to rise his solid feet, built calves and strong thighs anchored him even as he continued savagely fucking the man hidden behind the rocks. Even with larger waves crash against him, he kept his balance, an indomitable beast who stops at nothing just to take what’s his.

Finally, his gorgeous face, smooth, and clear like polished marble, tensed and his brows furrow, his lips open slightly, a moan escapes as he reached his climax the same time as his partner. The torrid symphony of their screams and moans audible only to them and me, as the waves crashing muffle their pleasuring.

As I watch him finish his orgasm, his eyes slowly open making me retreat in a panic. Evading anybody on the street, running, and not stopping until I reached my room. The moment I tried to catch my breath, I felt the wetness and slickness of cum running down my knees. I came without touching myself. Looking at my dirtied drawers, with my fingers I tasted my cock milk as a bit more flowed out of the piss slit. I began to vividly recall the young man fucking his partner, and I experienced another orgasm without touching myself.

Lapping up my own cum and cleaning myself. I put a plan together in my mind. Me offering myself, my body and service, to this man in exchange for protecting my family. It’s like hitting two birds with one stone. I will finally be able to experience freedom from my responsibilities, living as his sex slave, I will give my all to his and my pleasure. And my family none the wiser, will be saved without finding out my deepest darkest perversions.

I lay on my bed, waiting for the right moment. Minutes and hour flew by until it was at the dead of the night, I stealthily moved towards the guests’ room at the guest hall. I hear muffled moans and the slapping of flesh against flesh, and the squelch of slick wet flesh. Quietly knocking, the sounds stopped and the shuffling of fabric and silent patter of feet came from behind the door, until finally the lock of the door clicked and…

“Come in.” the young man said.

I quietly entered the room closing and locking it behind. I saw the disheveled young man and traces of some liquid, that were hastily wiped near his feet. My lips almost curved into a smile, but I calmed my mind. I need to make my proposition.

“I’m sorry to bother you this late at the night, but I just can’t find the right opportunity to ask for your help…” And so I regaled my tale. Giving him a quick summary of my family’s problem and my offer.

His face was unreadable. I waited with bated breath, hoping for a positive response. And he opened his lips and said,

“I hoped to hear something else from you.” he said gravely, I have no idea what he meant. Not waiting for my reply he moved towards me, I subconsciously stepped back, his looming stature closed in on me.

He then continued, “An apology would be the start, right Mr. Peeping Tom,” I gasped as he pushed his palm against my throat, I grabbed his wrist but his strong arms gradually tighten making me gasp some more.

His face then moved to my ear whispering, “Well, I’ll only agree if you show me how sorry you are.”

His mouth clamped on my ear, his teeth biting my earlobe hard, but not deep enough to draw blood, quickly letting go and moving back towards the bed, I fell forward on my hands and knees.

And as I looked at him, a predatory smirk appeared on his lips, his eyes looking at my crawling form. He said while opening his pants,

“Beg, convince me and I’ll make your problems go away.”

I crawled to his feet and showed him how far I’ll go just to reach my goals. And that was the night I became master’s pet. A month later, I was picked up by Sebastian and my parents sent me off to live with our family’s savior.

My parents believed that the goodness of our patron’s heart made them help us when I begged them to help us. In a way that is true, I did make sure master felt really good before morning came.

I don’t know how he did it, but within just a day someone took over the resort and cleared the thugs extorting our town. The new owner was a small rotund man, my master’s lawyer and executor. He cleaned up the streets and helped our town flourish. I don’t care about such matters anymore, my only role in life now that my family is safe and secure, is to serve my master wholeheartedly.

Just like that night and all the previous nights, I walked towards my master’s room after I’m done with my responsibilities, this time I am to beg for his affection.

Quietly knocking like before, I waited until I heard master’s voice, “Come in.”

I quickly but silently closed the door behind me, master was laying on his side on top oh his bed. His nude body exposed to the air, his full throbbing cock and heavy balls are laying in front of him a small wet spot already forming on the bed sheet, where his piss slit drips copious amounts of precum.

The midday nap with Mr. Chanh really helped. Still, that tanuki was the one who tired master in the first place, but it is very much like him to slyly take master’s time without ruffling anyone’s feathers. That man is as efficient and crafty as ever.

“I’m sorry to bother you this late again, Master. But I am here to ask for a bit of your attention. This slut of yours craves for your love.” I crawled while saying that, my ass in the air with my chest close to the ground.

I kept my gaze locked with his. Slowly, I climbed up his bed, his back now against the sheets his legs spread open, his organ a slick and rigid mast. Starting with his toes, I lick and suck each toe, the taste of his clean skin, and the aromatic oils made from Teddy’s flowers lightly perfume every crevice of master’s body.

Master’s soft skin hiding the muscular calves under my palm. Holding master’s feet against my face. I alternately sniff and lick master’s soles and toes, making sure I’ve tasted every inch of his skin. Then I slowly lick up his calves and knees towards his delicious leaking cock, rubbing my own throbbing member against his soles and the spaces between his toes.

My tongue hungry to taste every inch of master’s body, I lick his taint and quivering hole. Tonguing every corner fold of his ass and the space under his balls. Master moaning from pleasure, his smirking face, looked at me curiously, waiting for what I’d do.

Not wanting to disappoint, my slick precum coated cock was just flaccid enough for something I practiced, a show just for master.

I mounted master on a reverse-cowgirl, then I showed him my flaccid cock sandwiched between my fat ass. My balls pushed to the side, dangling above and lightly petting master’s balls. His hard cock pressing between my ass, side by side with my cock, two meaty cocks, frotting against each other.

Looking back and watching master’s wide smile and wet lips, told me the sight excited him. So, I rocked against his hard cock, as I am my cockhead towards my hole. And in one practiced push my cockhead was swallowed by my bussy. I moaned in pleasure excited to feel master sharing my hole with me.

I looked back and watch master, and he watched me back looking at my hands spreading his precum all over his veiny throbbing organ. His foreskin retracting and covering his cockhead as I stroke his cock while I fucked myself.

Once his cock is nice and slick, I aimed his large mushroom towards my quivering pussy. Pushing the pulsating veiny cock inside until his head popped in made me jolt as my own cock pressed against my prostate. Slowly I push more and more of his length, it was painful and pleasurable. I cannot stop.

My hunger for master’s cock grew until I fully sheathed him inside me. Our cocks beating side-by-side against my prostate and the cavern of my bussy. Once I was used to the fullness, I began to push up and down master’s fat pole.

Our cocks moving in synchrony. Like twin pistons entering the same cylinder. Punching my insides, I rode him like there’s no tomorrow. Sweat poured down my back as I fucked myself with miner and master’s tool.

As my orgasm grew closer, I felt my insides quiver harder, further milking master and my cock. Soon master’s hands grabbed my hips hard, then he slammed his pelvis up, towards my descending ass.

The sounds of sweaty flesh slapping together and the unmuffled moans echoed in side master’s room. And as we both shout and slam against each other, both master and I fill my insides with hot creamy cock milk.

I clenched my hole hoping to keep it all inside, I let master’s softening cock pop out of me, but I left my own cock inside making it my temporary plug.

Laying side my side master, I lick his face, jaw, neck, cleaning all of him. I ate the cum and sweat we shared and once I am done, I gave master a quick sponge bath before Letting him rest.

Satisfied with tonight’s time with master, I went to the kitchen and used the cum cocktail inside me to make me a cummy hot chocolate before cleaning up and going to bed. I hope to dream about master and what else we can do together.

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