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What's milking a boy like?

It is a moment of raw pleasure. Not only for the boy, but for me as well. 

When a boy comes to a Man and says either verbally or non-verbally, “Please Sir have my body, I am yours.” It is a good day for that Man. It is an honorable day for that Man. For here is a boy that is saying, I trust you, I am comfortable with you, I want you to show me pleasure, I want to give you pleasure. For some Doms, they simply want to fuck their boy in a rough manner and get off. I am quite the opposite. I want to tie a boy down. I want to tease his body. I want to make his boy dick tingle. Don’t get me wrong. I love to get off like the next guy. But the true representation of my dominance resides in the fact that I am intoxicated by the moans of a boy. 

When he is tied down, unable to get away from my taunting finger tips. Where I can lube up his helpless boy dick and glide my hand around all around it. Where I grasp the shaft and run my fingers along his tender hole. I know he is mine. Milking is the process of working out the boy’s seed. Slowly. Methodically. And in certain sessions, again and again, until the boy is dry. 

Whimper for me sweet boy. I love to hear him beg for more. I love to use a targeted implement on his soft available hole. An aneros perhaps, so he leaks when I touch him. I love to touch his boy dick with my magic wand. Cupping his boy dick with one hand and guiding the intense vibrating sensation up and down. Then suddenly pressing that intense vibrating sensation on the head of the boy dick causing a sudden jolt against the restraints and a gasp from his lips. 

My milkings are not quick. I love to use a non-latex medical glove so the lube does not absorb into my hand. I love to glide up and down his body dick again and again. I love to make him beg for more. If he does not respond as instructed, I will rub the palm of my hand in circles on his sensitive head. He will wither in pleasurable torture. 

When he finds himself close, the boy will caution me and I will slow the process. We will play a little game of 10 strokes at a time. Getting closer and closer. This is typically where a boy’s eyes roll back. He starts to completely lose himself to the situation. He knows he must ask permission to cum. He is typically begging at this point. “Please Sir?” he whimpers. “I don’t know if I can hold it Sir!” 

Finally, I state in a sturdy, authoritative voice, “You may cum, boy.” To some they may think this is the end. Incorrect. When a boy starts to release, my hand motions only increase. I endeavor to empty every drop from a boy’s dick. I milk out every drop possible. 

And then, as all good boys should know, I softly collect a boy’s cum on my fingers slide them into the boy’s mouth. He must clean up his mess after. Only when his mess is clean will he be untied. 

Most importantly, I expect a boy after this stage of release to say thank you. A boy must always mind his manners. 

After a breath and moment of relaxation. A variety of things can happen. Either the boy can care for the sweet little stains that have arisen on my underwear from hearing him moan and so on. Or we rest a moment longer and we start all over again. 

That is what is it is like to be milked by me. So I must now ask dear boy. Would you like to be milked? 

Missionary, no condom, intense eye contact, your legs wrapped around me, deep creampies

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