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  1. The clinking of chains fills the room as I slowly sink to all fours, bringing my head down so close to Master's cock. It's so much larger than I expected, so much more... intoxicating.
  2. Looking up at Master, I wait for approval, hopeful that I might be allowed to clean it. Hopeful? No, desperate. I've never smelled such an incredible musk, never seen such an imposing shaft.
  3. At his nod, I open my mouth, and gently run my tongue along Master's cock from base to tip. How can it taste as good as it smells? Another lick, a longer, slower lick.
  4. "Master, you're so ve- AAAHH!" I cry as Master pinches my ear, running his fingers over it, teasing it. silenced, and even more turned on than before, I take Master's head in my mouth. Taking any more than this is going to be a struggle, but Master's insistent hand forces another inch down.
  5. The smell is completely overpowering, each breath carrying with it Master's musk. His cock sinks deeper and deeper still. I put my hands to his balls and shaft, massaging them while it slowly disappears down my throat.
  6. suddenly, Master pulls me up and off his shaft, resting it on my face as I gasp to regain my breath. "Your cock... it's incredible Master! You're incredible!" I take another deep breath before putting it back in my throat and sliding back down, without the aid of Master's hand.
  7. I swirl my tongue around the underside of Master's cock as it explores new depths in my throat, sliding in more easily than I imagined, pressing firmly against my collar from within. My eyes glaze slightly as Master plays with both ears, fingers finding all the right places to turn off my already Musk-addled mind, cock throbbing in my throat.
  8. seemingly satisfied with my deepthroating attempt, Master places his hands on the sides of my head, and slowly slides me up and off his cock, before slamming it back down, fucking my throat. I moan with every thrust, completely muffled by his shaft, cheeks bright red from my held breath. Master's thrusts quicken, becoming more rapid, forcing the thoughts from my mind as my hands massage his balls, craving and anticipating his load.
  9. With a groan, I get my wish, thick cum flooding my throat, blasted down with such force I barely have time to swallow it. such thick cum, such potent cum, Master's cum.
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