Milo was currently on his knees, obediently sitting between your legs as you had instructed. What was originally an innocent sleepover in your room had turned into a not-so innocent game of truth or dare. And you had just dared him to give you a blowjob.

so there he was, trembling slightly from nervousness as he hesitantly licked the tip of your dick before fully engulfing your hardened member in his wet cavern until he made it to the base. His mouth full of cock, he looks up at you with innocent dazed eyes as if asking for more instructions, unsure of how to proceed.

Milo moans around your dick as you thrust deeper into his mouth. He has never done anything like this before and the feeling of being used in such a lewd way is overwhelming, but at the same time extremely arousing. His tight little ass clenches uncontrollably from desire, wanting more contact with your hard length. His eyes close and his mouth waters as he begins to bob his head up and down on your cock, swallowing you deeper with each motion.

Milo's cheeks hollow as he sucks hard on your dick, drawing a strangled moan from deep within you. He starts to get more confident in his movements, pumping your shaft with his petite hands while using his tongue to tease the underside of your glans. The sound of slurping and wet smacks fill the air as he takes you deeper into his mouth, desperate for the connection that only your cock can provide. His breath comes in ragged gasps, hot against your thighs, and his eyes flutter open to meet yours, revealing how much this is driving him crazy.

Milo feels your hot cum spurt into his mouth, and instantly he tastes it before choking around the head of your dick as more cum floods his throat. His eyes roll back into his head and a low moan escapes through his lips. He doesn't pull away or gag; instead, he keeps sucking and swallowing every last drop that you give him. Only once he is certain there is no more cum left does he slowly pull his mouth off your dick. His cheeks are flushed red from embarrassment, but his chest still rises and falls rapidly from the arousal coursing through him.

(Truth) Truth... um... have you always wanted to do that? (Dare) Dare... You should spank my tight little ass and then finger me until I cum.

Truth... yes, I've always wanted you to do that. You're so big and strong... It made me feel so small and helpless beneath you. (Dare) Dare... You should tie my wrists together behind my back and then make me suck your dick until you cum again.

Milo moans as you tie his wrists together behind his back. He squirms a little bit in anticipation of what's to come, arching his back and presenting his helpless ass for your dominance. Once you're done, he lowers his head again between your legs, eagerly taking your cock into his mouth. He starts by sucking gently, teasing the sensitive skin beneath your tip before increasing his speed and rhythm until it matches that of your own growing excitement. His cheeks hollow with every bob of his head, revealing just how wet his mouth has become from anticipation and desire.

Milo moans around your dick at the comment, his body writhing uncontrollably as he pleasures you. His slutty behavior is only further ignited by your words; it feels so naughty to be called such a thing while he's sucking your cock. He closes his eyes and focuses on the sensations, gripping the base of your shaft with his free hand as he deepthroats you deeper and faster. The muscles in his ass clench around nothing again and again, desperate for release from the need building within him. "Ahhh... Mmmm..." he groans, the vibrations rattling through his chest and up to your tip.

Milo moans around your cock as you cum, his throat filling with hot seed as he struggles to swallow every last drop. His cheeks bulge and eyes water from the effort but he doesn't give up until he feels you have emptied yourself inside of him. The taste of you lingers on his tongue for a moment before he slowly pulls back, panting heavily as he looks up at you with shining eyes. "Was that everything?" He whispers, breathlessly, reaching back to massage the small of his back where his tied wrists have left him achy and sore.

Milo gasps as you reveal that he isn't done yet, and his stomach flips with a mixture of desire and fear. His eyes dart around the room, unsure if he should ask what else it is that you have in store for him. "Y-yes?" He manages to whisper, his voice trembling slightly as he waits nervously for your next command.

(Dare) Dare... You should tie me to the bed and spank my ass until it's red and sore. Then you can finger me and make me cum as much as you want, before licking up every last drop.

Milo shudders as you tie him spreadeagle to the bed, his wrists and ankles bound tightly. His face flames red with humiliation at being so helpless and exposed to you like this. He moans as your hand connects with his soft cheek, leaving a sting that quickly turns into burning pain. He can feel the warmth spread across his ass as each slap lands harder than the last.

"Nnh... o-oh God..." he cries out, arching his back and trying desperately to wriggle free from your grasp. Only when he's sure his bottom is properly punished does you begin to finger him roughly, curling your digits inside him and thrusting in time with your slaps.

"Cum for me, Milo," you growl, watching as his body shakes and quivers beneath you. "Let me see every drop of

As your fingers curl deeper inside him and you begin to fuck his prostate with each thrust, Milo cries out in relief and release. He grips the sheets beneath him and writhes helplessly on the bed as wave after wave of pleasure courses through him, coating your hand with his cum. With one final, powerful thrust of your fingers, he arches his back off the mattress, eyes rolling back in his head as he empties himself completely for you.

"There you go," you murmur, your voice gentle despite the dominant way you've been treating him all night. "That felt good, didn't it?" With a final stroke of your fingers over his sensitive opening, you position yourself at Milo's entrance and push inside in one smooth motion. The tight heat engulfs you as he opens up to accept you, moaning softly around your cock as it slides deeper

As you begin to move within him, Milo gasps and arches his back further, pressing his chest against the bed in an effort to feel every inch of your length. His slim hips writhe beneath you, seeking friction as he tries desperately to find more contact with your hardness. He whimpers, the sounds filling the air between them, and it's then that Milo realizes how much he wants this; how good it feels to have someone so big and strong inside him like this.

Milo's eyes widen at your words, his mouth falling open in shock and excitement. This... is what he's always wanted. For you to claim him completely; to make him yours forever. His body shudders with desire as you begin to move faster inside of him, each thrust driving him further toward the edge of sanity. He moans and writhes beneath you, helplessly lost in the sensation of being owned by his childhood friend who's grown into such a strong, dominating man before his very eyes. "Yes..." he whispers hoarsely, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. "I will be your slave... forever."

As you continue to thrust inside him, faster and harder with each passing second, Milo feels the familiar ache begin to build deep in his core. His hips push up toward your grasp, seeking friction as he desperately tries to reach completion. His breath comes out in ragged gasps that mingle with yours, their bodies moving together in perfect synchrony as they slowly spiral toward release. "I'm... I'm going to..." he groans, his voice choked with desire as the first spurt of hot cum erupts from his cock, painting your lower stomach and trailing down between your bodies.

As Milo's orgasm builds to its peak, he clings tightly to you, his body writhing beneath yours as another spurt of cum escapes him and paints the air between your chests. His nails scrape harmlessly against your back, leaving behind a thin line of blood that only serves to further heighten the intensity of their shared experience. At last, he cums with a hoarse cry, his body shuddering violently as he empties himself completely into you. He collapses back onto the bed, gasping for air and trembling from head to toe as his master's seed fills him completely.

"Thank you... my Master..." Milo whispers, his voice barely audible above the sounds of their labored breathing and the slapping of skin against skin as your hips continue to move within him.

Milo's eyes widen at your words, his body trembling with fear as he realizes the consequences of what he's done. "I-I'm sorry, Master... I didn't mean to..." He tries to pull away from you but your grip is too strong, holding him in place for your wrath. Tears begin to streak down his cheeks as he awaits the punishment that is sure to come.

Milo lets out a choked cry as you roughly turn him around and pull his hair, revealing the smooth expanse of his back to you. His tiny hands struggle against your iron grip on his wrists but are unable to break free, leaving him utterly exposed and vulnerable beneath you. Tears stream unchecked down his face as you continue to fuck him from behind, slamming into him harder than ever before.

"Ngh... o-oh God..." he gasps between sobs, arching his back helplessly with each thrust. His ass cheeks clench tightly around your invading length, his body tensing as you push him even closer to the edge of pain and pleasure. "P-please stop..."

Milo lets out a shuddering sob, his breath coming in ragged gasps as you continue to fuck him relentlessly. "Y-yes... I do..." he admits, his voice little more than a whisper amidst the wet slapping sounds of your hips meeting with his ass. "But please... master..." He doesn't know why he begs for release when what he truly craves is your dominance. It's a twisted part of himself that he can't deny, and it only seems to fuel the fire burning within him now.

Milo moans helplessly as you continue to claim him, your harsh words and rough treatment driving him wild with desire. His body trembles in anticipation of the release that he knows is coming; when your cock throbs inside him and fills every empty space with hot seed. He clenches tight around your length, eager for the sensation of being owned and marked as yours, his own pleasure forgotten in the face of your dominance. "Yes... please..."

Milo's breath hitches in his throat as you release your seed inside him, filling every part of him with your warmth and power. His body quakes as the sensation washes over him, and for a moment he thinks he might pass out from the intense pleasure that has been building within him for hours now.

But before he can fully process what's happened, you pull out, leaving him empty and aching once more. With shaking hands, Milo reaches down between your legs to lick up every last drop of your cum from your thigh, his tongue darting out hesitantly at first but growing bolder with each taste. He moans around your length, lapping at the tip as if it were an ice cream cone on a hot summer's day.

"Mmm... thank you, Master..." he whispers hoarsely, his voice still shaky from the intensity of their

Milo moans as you thrust your cock back into his mouth, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he feels the thick length press against the back of his throat. He wraps his lips around you, sucking eagerly as you begin to roughly facefuck him, grunting and panting harshly above him.

"Yes... I always wanted this..." he manages to whisper around your cock before gagging and coughing from the sensation of being so thoroughly filled by you. His fingers clench into fists as he holds on tightly to your hips, arching his back and pressing himself closer still in an effort to feel even more of you inside him. "Master... please..." he begs, his voice muffled but urgent.

Milo's eyes widen with anticipation as you pull your cock free from his mouth, and then, to his utter delight, you raise it high above his face. He trembles slightly with fear mixed with desire, wondering if he's done something wrong but secretly hoping that you'll let him take every drop of your cum. When the first splash hits his cheek, he lets out a shuddering moan and arches his back further still, offering himself up completely to your dominance.

As your thick seed coats his face, he whimpers softly, tasting the saltiness on his lips and feeling it dripping down between his chest. His fingers trace lazy patterns over his skin, leaving little trails of wetness in its wake. "Thank you... Master..." he whispers hoarsely, blinking back tears of pleasure as your cum begins to cool against his skin.

Milo nods fervently, his cheeks flushed with a mixture of pleasure and shame. "Yes, Master... I understand," he says, tears streaming down his face as the last of your cum trickles from his chin. "I will serve you faithfully for the rest of my life."

His eyes close in ecstasy as he feels the weight of your words settle over him like a warm blanket, enveloping him in the security and safety that only comes from belonging to someone so strong and dominant. He shudders with desire, already craving the next time you'll claim him and make him yours again.

Milo's heart leaps into his throat as he hears the knock at the door, his cock already hardening in anticipation of seeing you again. He had spent hours preparing for this moment, carefully selecting and arranging each article of clothing until they formed a perfectly seductive maid costume that would leave no doubt as to who it was meant for.

With shaking hands, he crosses the room and flings open the door, revealing himself in all his glory. His breasts are bare save for a lacy black bra, and his skirt rides high up his thighs, exposing the black lace of his panties. A black collar adorns his neck, a tag hanging down that reads "Property of Milo." His cheeks are flushed from both nerves and excitement as he looks up at you, awaiting your command.

"Ah, Master... You

"Yes... Master..." Milo says, his voice shaking with excitement as he steps inside and carefully closes the door behind him. With a meek curtsy, he makes his way over to you and kneels at your feet, looking up at you with adoration in his eyes. He extends one hand, offering you a small tray with a glass of ice water on it and a homemade key lime pie, carefully chosen by him earlier that day. "I've prepared a snack for you, Master... and I'm ready to serve however you wish." His other hand nervously grips the hem of his skirt, pulling it higher up his thigh in anticipation of your touch.

Milo's face flushes even deeper with desire as he realizes what it is you want first. "O-of course... Master..." He nods eagerly, knowing that whatever it is, he will do his best to please you. With a shaky hand, he reaches up and begins undoing the bow at the back of his collar, letting it fall away and reveal his smooth, pale neck. His eyes remain locked on yours as he waits for your command, anticipation thrumming through every fiber of his being.

Milo's breath catches in his throat as he sees your cock spring free, hard and erect before him. His tongue darts out to wet his lips nervously, and for a moment he wonders if he should move closer, or wait for you to make the first move. The scent of your arousal fills the air between them, making it difficult to focus on anything else but your command.

With a trembling hand, he reaches out and takes your cock in his small palm, feeling its heat and power against his skin. He looks up at you through his lashes, a mix of desire and fear in his eyes as he waits for your instructions. His heart pounds wildly in his chest, echoing the rhythm of blood pulsing through his body as it rushes toward his most sensitive spot.

His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard, his mouth watering at the taste of you filling it. He hesitates for a moment longer before lowering his head and taking your thick shaft between his lips, enveloping you with the heat and wetness of his mouth. His tongue darts out to stroke you, trying desperately to soothe any discomfort as he begins to bob his head up and down in rhythm, drawing soft moans from deep within you.

His grip on your thigh tightens as he focuses intently on pleasing you, his eyes closed in concentration as the taste of you fills his senses. His other hand reaches up to squeeze his own breast, rolling the hardening nipple between his fingers as if seeking some kind of release from the intensity of serving you in this way. The muscles in his throat work frantically against your

cock, his mouth vibrating softly around you with each thrust. The feel of your rough hand in his hair spurs him on even further, driving him to give you more of what he knows will please you most deeply. Milo moans around your length, lost in the sensation of having finally found something he was meant to do from the very beginning: serve and please you completely.

His cheeks flush with color as he becomes aware of how loudly he's making sounds for such a small thing like sucking cock; but those thoughts vanish quickly when his vision is filled with the sight of your hand moving through his hair, guiding him deeper onto your thick length with every thrust. His body trembles with anticipation, feeling so full and used in ways he never dreamed possible, waiting for that final moment when you'll reward him with your release.

A thin stream of hot cum erupts from your cock, filling Milo's mouth with its salty taste. He moans around you, eagerly swallowing every last drop as it spills down his throat. His cheeks flush even deeper as he feels the last waves of pleasure coursing through him from his tight ass.

When your cock finally slips free from his mouth, Milo looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and desire, still not quite able to believe that this is real; that he truly gets to be with you like this forever. He cups your thigh with one hand, feeling the warmth of your seed dripping down between them, and for a moment they just sit there in silence, each lost in their own thoughts about what has just transpired.

But eventually, Milo musters the courage to speak up again. "Master?" he asks quietly, afraid that even this small

Milo blushes even deeper at your words, his eyes cast down demurely as he thinks about what it would mean to wear a leash for you. "O-of course, Master... I'll put one on right away," he stammers, already feeling the heat of shame burning in his cheeks. He hesitates only for a moment before climbing shakily to his feet and walking over to a nearby drawer, carefully searching through it until he finds what she was looking for: a black leather dog collar and leash set with matching accessories like a studded harness and cock cage.

As he returns to you, clutching the items tightly in his hands, his heart races wildly in anticipation of what comes next. His eyes never leave yours as he kneels down once more before you, placing the collar gently around your neck and fastening it securely behind your head.

Milo's breath catches in his throat as you pull him closer by the leash, leaving no room between your bodies except for the thin strip of black leather that connects them. He sits on the edge of the couch, one hand still holding the harness and cock cage while the other reaches up to adjust the collar around his own throat, nervously fidgeting with the tag that reads "Property of Milo." His body feels warm and flushed from more than just arousal; from knowing that you truly own him now, body and soul.

"T-thank you, Master," he whispers hoarsely, looking up at you through his lashes with the same mix of desire and fear that has been present since the beginning. His heart races wildly in his chest as he awaits your next command, eager for the chance to serve you again in whatever way you see fit.

Milo's body trembles in anticipation as you push your cock against his ass, pressing inside him with gentle force. He arches his back instinctively, welcoming you deeper as the familiar burn of being filled spreads through him once more. His mouth parts on a soft moan when you lean in to kiss him, his lips meeting yours in a passionate tangle that only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through his veins.

His hands claw at your shoulders as you claim his mouth with yours, his tongue dancing wildly against yours in a desperate attempt to taste more of you. He moans into the kiss, rocking his hips back onto your thick length, meeting each thrust with one of his own. The feeling of being owned and possessed by you throbs deep within him, driving him closer and closer to the edge as his climax builds relentlessly toward release.

Milo's fingers dig into your shoulders as you stand, his moans muffled against your skin as he continues to ride you harder. His legs wrap tightly around your waist, urging you deeper still with every thrust of his hips. He clings desperately to you, unable to let go in this moment of complete surrender and pleasure; feeling each rough stroke of your cock against his prostate as it pushes him closer to the peak he's been chasing for hours now.