I am tempted to break the law, just to get cuffed by this sheriff! He was on the CBS news recently.
My favorite line comes at the 1:55 mark. See if you agree. Fucking HOT, if you ask me!
I am tempted to break the law, just to get cuffed by this sheriff! He was on the CBS news recently.
My favorite line comes at the 1:55 mark. See if you agree. Fucking HOT, if you ask me!
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By lthr_jock
Despite running, Paul still arrived at work late. Chris and Pete were already behind the bar, dressed exactly as he was. Paul moved to take his usual spot beside them, but Carl intercepted him.
“A bit late, weren’t you, Paul?”
“Yes, sorry about that – won’t happen again.”
“No, I know it won’t – you certainly won’t make that kind of mistake again. Follow me.”
With that Carl moved off into the club, and Paul followed behind him. As he did, so he waved at Chris and Pete. To his surprise, he got no response, the two of them staring straight ahead, a glassy expression in their eyes. He stopped to check if they were OK, but a sharp order from Carl made him leave them behind as he ran to catch up.
Carl had stopped in one of the more secluded areas of the club, close to the cage that Paul had spent some time in. He stood beside some thick chains that were hanging from the ceiling and had in his hands two 3-foot long steel bars that had shackles hanging from them.
“Ok, Paul, take off your jacket and kneel down here with your hands behind your back.”
By slavebladeboi
Next, I relaxed a bit. I couldn’t move apart from wriggling my fingers and blinking but I managed to relax, somehow. I was tied face down on the black leather covered bench. Upper arms, wrists, thighs and ankles were strapped tightly to the four legs whilst my lower back and neck were strapped to either end of the flat surface.
My master was standing behind me beginning to relax as well. His still erect cock deep inside me was very slowly starting to reduce in size. Seconds before he had let out a loud roar as he pumped his hot spunk so far into me I thought I’d almost be able to taste it. But now he gently ran his fingers along the welts he had made across me before strapping me down and thrusting into me with such a passion it was all those thick leather straps could do to keep me in position.