Twink Slave
The man was floggin him with some kind of whip…one of those kinds
you see in old films about pirates.
I heard muffled sounds..but they weren’t screams or anything..just
groans and moans…I was surprized when the kid’s cock shot its load
while the man was beating him.
I went back often after that…and saw the man sucking the boys,
fucking them, shaving them or putting clothes pins on their nipples
and other areas.
He had dinner at our place a few times…and one time one of the
other men asked him if he finished his new game room. I blushed for
some reason…..
The men kidded him about it. And I asked him if he had ping pong
or a pool table there trying to appear as innocent as I was when
I first heard about it.
That night I snuck over to his house again..and found the window
I had seen through..but it was painted solid black.
“You dissapointed?” his voice made me gasp. I hesitatnly accepted
his invitation to see his game room in person.
He said he knew I had been watching him for weeks now..and he told
me to strip.
I couldn’t deny my cock was hard….my breathing deep….my fantasies
roaring into my consciousness..and soon I was spread eagle between
the two posts…feelign him shave my armpits, chest, stomach and
crotch.
The cat of nine tails sent shreds of pain and pleasure thru me and
I ached after the fucking he gave me that night.
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