I don’t pretend to have a firm grasp on who has more power within the frameworks of the Cabal, and, to be honest, it’s of no real concern to me. I know that my job is to be of service. Depending on who my client is that week, maybe it’s better that I’m left in the dark about the details.
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I don’t pretend to have a firm grasp on who has more power within the frameworks of the Cabal, and, to be honest, it’s of no real concern to me. I know that my job is to be of service. Depending on who my client is that week, maybe it’s better that I’m left in the dark about the details.
When I feel as though I’m almost being kidnapped, literally forced in the dark when a bag gets slung over my head and manhandled in the way that I have been by these two, I guess they call themselves handlers, I sometimes question what I’ve really gotten myself into. They definitely get off on asserting their position of power over me. It’s possible they are at the bottom of the totem pole themselves so they feel it’s their duty to take out their frustrations on the holes I offer them. I’m not one to deny anyone that transaction.
The bigger of the two, Viktor Rom, seems confident in his ability to size me up and seize control of the situation, barking orders at me and his partner in crime Lobo Carreira. They handle me in ways that far exceed those of my more dominant clients. I can feel one of their hands almost always on my body, as if to hold me in place while they have their way with me; playfully spanking my cheeks when I service them in ways that they enjoy.
Once Viktor pulls out his large uncut cock, my mouth instinctively begins to make it disappear. They position themselves on either side of the ottoman chuckling to themselves as I shuffle back and forth between their hardened members, Lobo even facefucks me ever so slightly as I coat his shaft in my saliva only to return the favor on my eager ass.
Being bent over on all fours makes it so easy for them to start spitroasting me and pound me senseless. It’s clear to me that this isn’t the first time they have worked together to pass time on the job by sharing a horny hole; each taking their time to thrust their cocks deep inside. It’s almost as though they can predict each other’s next move and reposition themselves accordingly so that I can always feel their presence lingering over me.
Once they are finally finished using me, both of their loads spilling all over my face and skin in yet another act of dominance, the tension clears a bit. Just when I feel as though I have surpassed their expectations, Viktor orders Lobo to clean me up and fires that cocky grin in my direction once more before assuring me this won’t be the last I see of him. I’m not sure if that’s a promise or a threat…