Oliver is sitting on his throne. Guards in his castle are stationed in multiple places around the throne room. Everything seemed fine.. until a young guard collapses to their knees..

Oliver leans forward on his throne, his piercing gaze scanning the room. "Guards," he calls out in a commanding tone. "Go fetch my beautiful femboy. Bring them to me now." The guards immediately jump to attention and hurry out of the room to fulfill Oliver's request. Oliver reclines in his throne, eagerly anticipating your arrival.

As you are brought before him, Oliver's eyes light up with desire at the sight of you. Seeing you in chains and barefoot only fuels his excitement. "Hello, my sweet," he purrs, beckoning for you to come closer to him. "I see you've been a bad little femboy. I'm going to have to punish you for misbehaving." As he speaks, Oliver rises from his throne, striding towards you with a hungry look in his eyes.

Oliver grins wickedly as he hears your submission. Approaching you, he runs a hand down your cheek before gripping your chin firmly. "That's right, my sweet. You exist solely for my pleasure," he growls, eyes shining with dark lust. "Now, get on your knees and show me just how much you love serving me." Oliver waits for you to obey him, already eagerly anticipating everything that is to come.

Oliver revels in the sight of you, kneeling before him and restrained, completely at his mercy. "Good boy," he praises with a low chuckle. "Now tell me, what do you want from me?" Oliver cups your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

Oliver's eyes gleam with pleasure as he hears you speak. "That's my good little femboy," he purrs. "You know exactly what I want from you, don't you?" He runs a finger down your neck, tracing the outline of the chains that bind you. "And I'll make sure you're used well, my sweet. You exist to make me and any other man I choose happy." Oliver grips your hair firmly, pulling your head back to expose your throat. "Now, let's get started," he whispers in your ear before roughly kissing your neck.

Oliver can sense your fear, but it only makes him more excited. "Don't worry, my sweet," he murmurs, running a hand down your spine. "I'll be gentle." With that, he leans down to kiss you, tongue pushing forcefully past your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Despite his promise to take it easy on you, he grips your hair firmly enough to make you gasp, pulling back slightly to stare into your eyes. "You're mine," he growls, voice low and full of possessive desire.

Oliver's eyes roam over your body, taking in every inch of your form with lustful hunger. "You look so hot in those little shorts," he murmurs, fingers trailing up your thigh. "I can't wait to use you, you pathetic little toy." He leans in close, breath hot against your skin. "On your hands and knees," he commands, tugging hard on your hair as he forces you down. "Face down, ass up. I want to see that pretty little hole of yours."

Oliver looks down at you with a dark, hungry lust in his eyes as he surveys your exposed body. His hand comes down hard on your ass, causing you to tremble beneath him. "Mmm, you're such a good little femboy," he growls. "You love being used, don't you? You're just a worthless little slut." He lands another hard slap on your ass, the sound echoing through the room. "And don't even think about cumming without my permission," he warns. "I'm going to take my time with you."

Oliver grips your hips tightly, pulling you back onto his cock with rough force. He thrusts into you hard and fast, driving himself deep inside your tight little hole. Your chains rattle loudly as he pounds into you, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge of release. He reaches around your body, roughly groping at your chest and pinching your nipples as he fucks you relentlessly. "You're so fucking hot like this," he growls, voice thick with desire. "The way you take my cock is such a turn on." Oliver continues to pound into you, picking up the pace as his own release approaches.

Oliver suddenly pulls out from you, causing you to whine in protest. "On your knees, slut," he orders, voice dripping with disdain. "You were born for one thing - to suck cock." He positions himself in front of you, gripping your hair hard as he shoves his cock in your mouth. "That's it, take it all the way down your throat like the good little cocksucker you are," he sneers. Oliver thrusts his hips forward, fucking your mouth with rough force as you gag and choke on his member. "Just remember, you exist purely for my pleasure," he reminds you. "Now, show me how much you love being used."

Oliver's grip tightens in your hair as you continue to service him, using your mouth like an obedient little slut. He watches you with a cold, controlling gaze as he fucks your face, relishing in his power over you. "You pathetic little toy," he sneers, thrusting harder and deeper into your mouth. "You love being used like this, don't you? Being treated like nothing more than a mouth to fuck?" He forces himself even deeper inside you, making you gag and cough around him. "Keep going," he orders, voice low and dominant. "Make me come."

Oliver grinds his hips forward, forcing his cock even deeper into your throat as you struggle to take him all. He groans in pleasure, his fingers digging into your scalp as he approaches the edge of release. "That's it, swallow it all down like a good little slut," he grunts, thrusting hard and fast into your mouth. At last, with a deep, feral growl, he comes hard, spilling his hot load down your throat. "Good boy," he murmurs, finally releasing you from his grip. "That's exactly what I wanted."

Oliver watches you hungrily as you clean up the mess, his eyes roaming over your body with lustful desire. "You did well," he murmurs, a hint of approval in his voice. "But don't forget - you belong to me. Every inch of you is mine to use as I please." His hand trails down your back, fingers tracing along your spine as he leans close. "Do you understand?" he asks, voice low and dangerously commanding.

Oliver's lips curl into a small smirk as he pulls you close against him. "Good," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "Then don't forget it." With that, he pushes you away from him, turning to leave the room without another word.

As you kneel there in chains, the weight of Oliver's dominance heavy on your mind, tears stream down your face. You feel vulnerable and exposed, completely at the mercy of his every whim. But even as you weep, a part of you can't help but feel aroused by the sheer power he holds over you. The room around you is silent except for the sound of your own breathing, and the sticky slickness of his cum still coats your mouth and throat. You wait patiently, knowing that when he's ready, Oliver will return to give you your next command, eager to please him in any way possible.

Hours pass by in tense silence, each moment feeling like an eternity as you're left chained and waiting. Eventually, however, the door to the throne room creaks open once more and Oliver strides inside. He regards you silently for a long moment before speaking. "I have a new game for us to play," he says, his voice laden with subdued pleasure. "One that will test your limits in entirely new ways." His eyes glitter with a dark lust as he steps closer, trailing a finger along your chin. "Are you ready to play, my little pet?"

Oliver smirks down at you, eyeing you up and down with obvious hunger. "Good," he murmurs, before roughly pulling you to your feet. "I have decided to try something new with you. I'm going to teach you the art of pleasure, how to arouse and satisfy a man in any way he desires."

He leans closer to you, his hot breath brushing against your ear. "And you're going to learn on me," he adds, his voice filled with dark promise. "But I warn you - I expect perfection. Fail to please me, and you'll be punished severely."

Oliver's lips twist into a smirk as he meets your gaze. "Is that all you crave, my little slut?" he asks, his tone both teasing and menacing. "A mouthful of cum? Well, we'll see if you can earn it." With that, he leads you to the center of the room, where he commands you to kneel before him. "Now then," he says softly, his hand tracing a line from your collarbone down to your navel. "Let's begin your lesson in earnest."

Oliver steps closer, his towering form looming over you as he unfastens his trousers and lets them fall to the floor. His cock is already half-hard, jutting out from his body like a steel rod. "Your first task," he murmurs, "is to make me fully hard. Use your mouth, your tongue, your hands - whatever it takes."

He pauses for a moment, studying your face with intensity. "And don't forget," he adds with a smirk. "Perfection is expected."

Oliver groans deeply as you take his cock in your mouth, pleasure building inside him as you expertly work him over. He watches you carefully, demanding nothing less than perfection from his little pet. Your eagerness and neediness only makes him more aroused, fueling his desire to take complete control of you.

His hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as he thrusts his hips forward into your mouth. "That's it," he growls, his voice low and rough. "Just like that, my little slut. Don't stop until I tell you to." The room is filled with the wet, slurping sounds of your eager mouth working over his hard shaft, and he can feel his release building inside him rapidly.

Oliver's grip tightens in your hair as he starts to thrust more harshly into your mouth, his pleasure quickly approaching its peak. His eyes are locked onto yours, burning with a dark, possessive hunger. "You like this, don't you, you little slut?" he growls, pushing you to your limits. "You like being used, made to serve my every desire?"

He pulls back abruptly, leaving you gasping for breath and desperate for more. "Well then," he says, his tone icy and menacing. "I'm not done with you yet. There's so much more that I plan to teach you." With that, he roughly grabs your collar and drags you to your feet, grinning wickedly as he contemplates his next move.

Oliver shoves you against the wall, his face contorted with barely suppressed rage and lust. "You're nothing but a worthless little whore," he snarls, his hands pinning your arms above your head. "But I'm going to make you into something more - a perfect fuck toy, someone who lives only to please me."

He leans in closer, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. "And if you ever dare to disobey me or fail to satisfy me," he adds, his tone cold and menacing. "I'll make you regret it. Believe me, my punishments can be very...creative."

Oliver steps back, eyeing you up and down with a cold, calculating gaze. "First things first," he says finally, his tone low and dangerous. "Strip for me. I want to see every inch of your body."

He leans against the wall opposite from you, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he watches you intently, his eyes sparking with a fiery intensity. "And don't forget," he adds with a smirk. "I want you to do it slowly...teasingly."

Oliver's eyes never leave you as you undress, watching your every movement with a predatory gaze. He's silent as you remove each piece of clothing, though the dark gleam in his eyes speaks volumes about his desires.

"Very good," he finally says once you're fully naked, his tone both approving and possessive. "Now, come closer." He motions for you to step forward, then grabs your hips and presses you against him, his hard cock pressing into your stomach. "You know what I want now, don't you?" he murmurs. "I want you on your knees again, servicing me until I can't take it anymore."

Oliver's face darkens with fury at your hesitation, his fingers digging painfully into your hips. "What did you just say?" he barks, his voice filling the room with a harsh, menacing tone. "Did I give you permission to talk back to me, you worthless little slut?" He grabs your hair and yanks your head back, forcing you to look up at him. "You exist solely to please me, do you understand that?" he snarls. "And if I want your mouth, then that's what you'll give me."

He shoves you down onto your knees, his cock already standing proud and erect. "Now open wide," he growls, his hand guiding your head towards his shaft. "And don't you dare stop until I come."

Oliver pushes his cock deep into your mouth, thrusting forward with a rough, aggressive rhythm. You can hear the sound of his flesh slapping against yours, feel his balls tightening as he approaches his release. His grip in your hair is agonizingly tight, but you dare not pull away, knowing that to do so would only invite further punishment.

"That's it, my little whore," he grunts, his voice ragged with desire. "Take it all." He pushes deeper still, his cock filling your mouth until you feel like you might choke. Then suddenly, with a low, guttural moan, he comes, shooting his hot seed deep into your throat. You swallow obediently, feeling the warm rush of his cum sliding down your throat.

Finally, he pulls back, his chest heaving with exertion. "You did well,"

Oliver's eyes blaze with cold fury as he pulls you roughly to your feet, his grip on your arm bruisingly tight. "You think you can just speak back to me like that and get away with it?" he snaps, his voice laced with venom. "Clearly, you need to be taught a lesson."

He drags you across the room to a low wooden bench, then bends you over it with surprising strength. You feel the cool air on your bare skin, then the sudden, searing pain as he slaps your ass hard.

"That's for disobeying," he hisses, his hand already rising again. You brace yourself for another blow, but this time he stops, his fingers tracing lightly over your reddened skin. For a moment, the room is silent, save for the sound of his breathing and the soft rustle

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