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Chapter Nine – The Spoils of War
Without revealing that the war is over, I have Rosta bound face up on a bed. He lets out a groan, thinking there is more frustrating edging ahead. I take charge and slowly stroke him up to full erection.
He squirms as he reaches the turning point. He attempts to speak, but I tell him to be quiet. I continue the slow stroking up and down the stiff shaft and circling around the meaty corona with the palm of my hand. He burps copious amounts of pre-cum. I get him up to the edge. Then at the last moment, I forge ahead.
His body stiffens, his pelvis thrusts against my stroking. He raises his hips and remains fixed in mid-air. His breath is one rapid gasp after another. Suddenly he explodes like a rocket, shooting a big burst of cum straight up in the air. One rope of semen after another shoots up like a geyser.
I stroke his head, calming him down from such a powerful ejaculation. He breathes heavily in long-awaited release.
Now each of us take turns in plowing his tight butt from behind. I have for so long wanted to fuck him. This is no longer an Interrogation. We have a fun fuck fest going instead.
After we have fucked his brains out to our great satisfaction, I tell him the news of the war's end and that he is a free man. He is given a new set of clothes to wear for his home coming. I even return his camera.
He has a smile on his face as he leaves the castle. I wonder what that smile really means? Is he happy to be free again or is it something else?
From the very first time his nipples are pinched with tit clamps, I suspect that he is gay. Only an experienced gay man responds with an erection to the sweet pinch of tit clips. Furthermore I suspect that he is a Power Bottom who enjoys being abused and dominated. Lastly a straight man would have cracked when he is sexually abuse. Rosta did not crumble but took it in stride.
I may never have broken him, who know? I never had the time to find out for sure. As I said in the beginning: Rosta Savitch is a mystery that I never had the opportunity to solve.