A new assignment came today, waking me from my nap. It was Master Ballard, the one who did my initial interview. In his booming voice, he asked me, “Do you know why I am here, boy? Your master gave me permission to come here and play with you.” Reaching over, he unlocked my cage. Crawling out and climbing up on the round stage, staying on all fours, I made sure to pose the way Master Scott taught me, my jock positioned correctly, swaying my butt a little so that my ass is enticing. Master Ballard asked me, “Are you going to submit to me, boy?” I dutifully responded, “yes sir”. Then I felt his scruff beard grazing my skin, moving in toward my hole, and his tongue dug in, eating me out. Okay, I must say his rimming skills are not to be beat. I was getting more excited as he flicked his tongue through my crack, licking all over, and then also spearing his tongue deep in my hole. He asked me, “would you like to see what else I can do?” He thrust his dick inside me, fucking me, telling me that I was such a good boy. In a way, that gave me comfort that I have never known, acceptance. Switching it up, he got me on my side, knees together, pulled toward my chest and pushed back in. Master Ballard’s cock curves upward and fucking me in this position felt awesome, confirming that I like dicks with a curve. Every angle of entry gives me a different feeling. Hmmm, thinking…I wonder if one of the masters who has a curve in their dick would fuck me in all directions, if I sweetly ask, no beg and plead? Damn, shit, fuck, fire… I love that curve! He kept going, moaning louder and louder, telling me he liked my ass, pounding me until he left me with his cum inside.