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This is a very long edging at Slow Teasing Hand Jobs, featuring about 38 minutes of Chic tormenting 25-year-old Sam’s big dick until he was delirious, begging desperately for permission to cum. He looks pleadingly at Chic, who keeps bringing him to the edge and stopping abruptly just in time. His arousal and frustration turn to agony as his torment goes on and on while he tried desperately to hold on, moaning, whimpering and writhing in his restraints. Chic finally allows him to cum in an intense orgasm, then subjects him to a long milking of his sensitive, spent cock.
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Title of this vid: A Very Long Edging
By Pickle
~ Chapter 21 ~
I finish up and they unchain me, and escort me outside and direct me around behind the torture barn and up the hill behind it a few hundred yards to another barn. I’m later to learn that this one does actually serve as an animal barn, and this truly is a working farm.
I hadn’t really checked out the clothes I donned in the dark yet. I guess I must have been too ravenous to care what I was wearing, but I now saw I was wearing a pair of really well-fitting and very faded jeans, and a dark green shirt, like I’d seen on “Coffee” … the shirttails were cut deeper than most of my own shirts, and they curved like the dress shirts I remember seeing my old man wearing. I kinda liked the shape of those shirttails. Maybe they reminded me of him or something. Kind of a nice memory, since he passed away when I was in my early teens.
My two chaperones lead me beyond the barn but near one end where we pass a large manure pile. I’m halted when we reach a small, square pit. There’s a couple tall poles that I eyeball to be at least twenty feet high, and a thick crossbeam between them. I see a large winch and a chain extending down from it over the pit, but the end with the hook has been pulled over to one of the poles and hooked there, waiting … I can only assume … for me. The pit is about six feet square and since it’s filled with a gross-looking mixture of non-identifiable gunk that smells like nothing I’ve ever smelled before. I gag from the stench and my “companions” both laugh.
Check out what happens at Reluctant Young Men. Ashley is a 38-year-old, gay porn star from London, England, with a lean, defined body, a submissive who still bears the scars from his last session with another dom. Now he’s tied to the spanking bench, and he gets punished for showing up with the marks of another man. He moans, pants and whimpers, squirming and twisting in his restraints.
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Title of this vid: British Submissive Spanked
Oliver struggles in place, but he can’t stop the men of BreederFuckers from prodding around his arse and yanking those straps up his crack to wedge against his arsehole! He struggles and his bound hands flail about helpless to prevent them from tearing his paltry covering away till he’s stark-bollock naked.
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By Robmacz
A group of officers moved into the apartment, and I saw Billy turn around and put his hands behind his back. I was thinking what the fuck was happening, but also how hot Billy looked cuffed up. I got up from the sofa and walked towards Billy and the arresting officer.
‘What the hell is going on?’ I asked.
‘Who are you?’ the officer shot back.
‘He’s got nothing to do with this,’ Billy replied before I had a chance to say anything. ‘You’d better leave.’
‘Not without giving me your name and address,’ the officer said.
I gave him my details and then turned my eyes toward Billy. He looked beat.
‘Call Mike, will you,’ he said. ‘I’m sorry!’
Stunned by this, I rushed out the door and down to the street, where I called Mike on my cellphone. I was breathing heavily and trying to get the words out, but they must have got lost in the stream of garbage, because all Mike could say was ‘what are you talking about?’ Eventually I explained it clearly, and he said he was on his way and would be there in ten minutes.
