Old Henri had a secret that even his oldest friends in the village knew nothing about. The old French peasant wasn’t always on his own in his old farmhouse. He would have visitors that nobody around knew about. They weren’t exactly guests, although they could have been called that. And unless you had a very strange sense of hospitality.
This one guy, who was now stripping in front of old Henri, he didn’t consider himself a guest. He considered himself a slave. In the city, he was a high-end executive in a big company, used to be obeyed. At Henri’s place, he was just a body to be used at the old man’s convenience.
They had been seeing each other for five years. Henri had become quite used to his role as “Master” and never tired of watching this big, powerful guy strip to his birthday suit. He would make disparaging remarks about the man’s fat body, comparing him to his neighbor’s pigs, or to a big fat chicken. The man – the slave, really – never answered Henri’s taunts. He knew they were only preliminaries, getting him in the mood for being used… and abused.
That’s what he was here for.
Tyler Redican
2023-11-11 19:00:54 +0000 UTCChristian Carbone
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