The boy peeked his head out of the men’s restroom. He had been hiding in the stalls for over an hour now. By this time, the library had closed and not a single person was left inside. The boy hurried over to the back of the building and began his task. He had been given strict instructions by his master: He was to go to a secluded corner, face the wall, pull his shorts down, get down on his knees, and shake his ass until the master arrived. Once he did this, the master promised to treat him to a “big reward”.
As his butt cheeks jiggled, the boy couldn’t help but grow hornier. The boy’s dick flared up, wagging in anticipation for his master’s arrival. His rosebud swollen, puckering desperately for that big cock to fill it in. Suddenly, the boy heard footsteps approaching. Master was here! A big smile plastered his face. Although he was too embarrassed to make eye contact, he’d be sure to give his master one hell of a show!
However, unbeknownst to him, the master had grown tired of this particular boy. As with all his boy-toys, whenever he was done with them, he always made sure to give them a proper send off with one final act of humiliation. He called up his old friend who worked as head of security at the library.
"Hey Tyrone, call your buddies, I’m sending a horndog your way. Yeah, do whatever you want with him. I don’t care. Just send me a copy of the video when you’re done. And tell Jamal to lube up this time! I heard the last boy I sent you couldn’t walk straight for weeks!"
As he hung up the phone, the master tried to picture the look on the boy’s face when he realized he had been stood up by his master. Poor thing. Then he pictured the look on the boy’s face when he realized he was about to be gang banged by a group of strange men with ebony cocks and a hunger for white meat.
"Man, I hope that video gets here soon."