Being owned – Part 1
I was lying on the double bed. He had just left. His cum was drying on the sheets and on my body. Feeling a bit sore I had no desire to get up. Later, get up, clean myself and go back to bed. Nothing to do anyway. So this was my life now. Doing nothing except taking a shower, sleep, eat, get fucked, repeat. Just a few months ago it had been different. Closing my eyes I remembered. It was a bright summer morning. Birds were singing while I let the sun warm my stiff body. The night hadn’t been that bad. I had found a comfy place in the bushes in this park. Today was one of the better days to live on the streets, I decided as I stretched myself. Maybe I would …