By Steellock

Matt felt his heart rate fall and managed to get his breath. He felt his body start to relax and was able to do that exploratory wriggle that bondage guys love. Just exploring the feelings, what he could move (virtually nothing) and what was holding him. As he was not wearing any kind of rubber or leather suit he could feel the multitude of straps tight around his body from the ‘full-body’ suspension harness. Strapped around his waist, chest, under his crotch, around his legs at 4 levels, his arms strapped to his sides and hands in the leather mitts that were also strapped to his upper legs. His boots held tight in the base straps of the harness. His head was resting in a ‘U’ shaped padded pillow and unable to turn. It was in an inner, tight, thin rubber hood that was moulded to the shape of his head with a latex full mouth gag, and he could still feel the slight soreness in his nostrils from pushing the air pipes through and round to the back of his throat.

Then he felt the comforting feeling of the heavy Sci Fi hood with its locked straps and collar over the top; the one he wore every day and night and was the centre of his kink life.

But on top of all this he could not move his body or limbs because of the straps that held him down onto the leather pad in the base of the locked back box. He knew it was locked as he had heard / felt the clicks as the four big padlocks along the top had engaged.

 

Jim and Jess watched the screen that showed the way his heart had returned to normal. At least what was normal for a very fit guy who was in bondage… They listened to his breathing and Jim started to grin as he heard the deep slow breaths replace the quick hyperventilation of a few moments ago. Matt had controlled his panic. Rare for him to have an attack but perhaps not a surprise as he lay strapped down and locked into the black padded box and was gagged and fully restrained, knowing he was about to be despatched to an unknown destination for a BDSM party that would last all weekend and he was to be on display and ready for ‘play’!

Jim pressed a button on the laptop and said, ‘Well done, you’re back in control’.

 

Matt had just about finished his exploratory wriggle and suddenly heard Jim’s voice in his head saying, ‘Well done, you’re back in control’. He jumped – well he tried to! Then he remembered the ear plugs that Jim had inserted before the final zipping down of the inner hood and realised that these were also earphones. He relaxed even more and thought through the implications of the comment. He was obviously being monitored. He was safe.

 

Jim and Jess watched the heart rate going even lower to an athlete’s resting level. Jess was always awed by the way Matt could relax in virtually any situation. Any moment now the hunk would drop off to sleep!

He did!

Jim was watching out for the van and it pulled up outside a few minutes later. Two guys jumped out and strode towards the door. They looked very alike. Tall with deep, strong chests and muscly shoulders; shown off by tight, leather polo shirts. Strong arms, the biceps and triceps bulging and moving with thick, corded forearms ending in big, strong hands. Narrow waisted with wide belts supporting bleached blue denim jeans, tight across the bubble butts, though closer inspection would reveal zips that ran from the back of their belts to the crotch. These ended mid – calf with a neat turnup and both had tall, white laced heavy boots.

The guy who led through the door had very short, bristly dark black hair and wore shiny black boots. His buddy was in well-polished burgundy coloured boots, his buzz cut hair showed he was a real red head and his fine, well-trimmed beard was as red as his head.

Apart from the hair and boots they were obviously identical twins.

What was a little unusual were the restraints, also colour coded deep red and black like the boots. Both wore heavy padded wrist cuffs with steel D rings, a closer look showed these to be padlocked on with small brass locks.

Both had heavy, rigid steel collars; over an inch thick and two inches high with a barrel lock built in at the front and resting on their bulky shoulder muscles. The collars were covered in tight stitched leather with steel securing lugs poking through at each side and with a thick steel ring on the front hanging from the lock.

Then your eyes went to their thick large nipples. They stood out through holes in the leather shirts, the edges of the holes stitched in white thread. They were pierced by the locking bar of a small shackle and the ‘D’ piece hung down. A steel chain ran from one side to the other outside the leather shirts.

The only other difference between them was that Red was gagged, a front locking red leather gag that went from below his nose to his chin and obviously held something firmly in his mouth.

They walked over to Jim, grinning, and embraced him. Jim was no light-weight, but these guys lifted him a foot off the ground as they hugged him close. Red reached over to Jess and tweaked his nipples. He then took a real grip and squeezed. Jess’ eyes crossed and he moaned. Red finished by twisting them and then released. He looked down and caught site of the bulge in Jess’ rubber shorts kick outwards as he went very hard, very quickly!

Black walked over to the big black locked box and whistled! He had never actually seen one before. He rattled the locks and tapped on the top and grinned when he got no reply.

‘Ready for us then Jim?’ he asked. He then added ‘We’ve been looking forwards to this ever since we came for the charity session the other week. Master wants ‘The guy in the hood’ to be a real surprise for the guests who are coming over this evening. They are all going to enjoy those muscles. Master’s been practicing on us these last few weeks! Going to be nice to have a weekend off! Red here made too much noise on the spanking bench as The Master used his collection of paddles and canes on his butt. You know how He is – likes a guy to take it and stay silent. So, Red got a butt coloured to match his leathers and the gag for a week! You know that sensitive spot he’s got on his left cheek? The Master was really working out exactly where it is! He said He’s going to get it marked with a red target if Red don’t learn to be quiet.’

‘Jess is coming with you’ said Jim; ‘he can keep the boy watered and drained over the weekend for you and has telemetry to watch for safety too with the hoods’. Jim wanted this part of Jess’ role to be clear and up front so there were no surprises or trouble later. “Here’s the key for him and the spare for Matt. You might want to let Jess out twice a day!

The brothers went over to the box and tried the weight. There was a steel handle near each corner and they hefted it between them. Even with 120 kilos of muscle and bone that was Matt inside these guys could manage easily. The smooth and natural way the two brothers moved, allowing for the 5-kilo weight of the solid steel around their necks showed that their heavy collars were a regular thing for them.

Red went outside and opened the back doors of the van and then slipped back into the shop. Between them they lifted the box and walked it out, sliding it in to the back. Red jumped in with it and roped the box to rings on the sides of the van making it secure for the journey. Jess just stood and watched, enjoying seeing the big man twisting and moving as he worked. A young lad jogged past and Jess saw his eyes widen and his head turn to take a real good look at what was going on.

Jim had a large, sealed cardboard box ready on the counter. ‘This is all the extra toys that your Master also asked for’ he said and grinned at the twins. ‘I am sure that you will get to know them too! Had to send to the UK for one of the paddles but that’s in the lid of Matt’s box, it is too big for this package…’

Black grimaced and lifted it easily and slipped it into the back of the van with Matt.

Jess picked up the iPad that was monitoring Matt along with his bag of bits and pieces and they climbed into the cab. Jess sitting between the two big guys. With his cheerful grin, broad chest buckled into it’s leather harness and the black, locked rubber shorts above his own white laced boots he fitted in just fine! Black passed Jess a pair of padlocks and said ‘Just lock his wrists to his collar boi. The master wants him to be uncomfortable as we drive’. Red sighed through his gag, pulled on his seat belt and then raised his arms, holding the wrist restraints up to the steel lug on each side of the heavy collar. Right wrist to the left side and left to right side. With his biceps this was a tight fit across his chest. Jess wriggled round, feeling the muscles, he had to pull the arms tight to get the lock in place on each side and click them shut. Red grunted again as the pressure went onto his shoulders. Black then passed Jess a steel weight and another lock and gestured for him to add this to the chain between Red’s tits. The grunt from Red became louder and Black laughed. ‘You need to keep quiet brother, or you will be in even deeper shit!’

 

Matt woke from his doze as he heard the locks on the top of the box rattling and then a firm knock on the top. Good, things were happening. A little while later he felt the box rise and movement. Then he felt the bottom underneath him slide over a steel surface and all was still again. Time passed. He was obviously now loaded and he felt the van pull away. He thought about the stories of people following a journey in their head and knowing where they were. Bollocks to that. He knew he was moving with turns and acceleration. He could also tell that they were climbing into the hills behind the city. By chance the box had been loaded with him feet first and he could feel the gradient and the twisting turns of a mountain road.

 

Jess watched the scenery as the van headed for the Master’s farm. He had heard about this place before but never seen it. The stories told of dungeons fitted with every piece of ‘furniture’ you could want! Cages, tables, wheels, a pair of St Andrews crosses. He now knew why there was a pair of course! The brothers would account for that! The van pulled up at a high fence with a heavy gate. Black dropped his window and punched in a code. The gate swung open and they moved on up a track between the trees.

The van turned a corner and stopped in a courtyard by a large house with a range of barns. Standing on the porch by the door was a man in full leathers. Heavy belted jacket over leather shirt and tie with matching pants and tall boots. His head crowned by a cap. He was holding a cane. As they pulled up he slipped this into his right boot and walked over. Jess recognised him from the shop. He had been at the challenge this year when Matt had won and become the house ‘Boi’.

On instructions from Black Jess released Red’s seatbelt. Red climbed from the van, still with his arms up tight to his neck and the weight bouncing off his chest.

Jess climbed out of the van after the brothers and saw them do a small bow. He did the same and said ‘Hi Sir, I’m Jess from the store here to look after your exhibit and keep it fresh for you!’

The Master had a deep bass voice. ‘Get him over into the main dungeon, boys and we can get him set up. The first guests are due soon’. He strode over to the barn and took out a bunch of keys. Unlocking a large padlock he swung a the big door open and turned to the brothers. ‘Jump to it boys!’. Black walked to his brother and released his arms getting a nod of appreciation from his Master.

He turned to Jess and said ‘I’ve known Jim for a long while and I’ve seen you minding the shop. You have been bulking up recently though, nice job! I like a bit of muscle on my boi! If you have any trouble just let me know but otherwise keep in the background. We might give you a little fun later too’ he added and grinned. Jess thought the grin looked particularly cold! ‘The boys can give you a tour when they’ve finished their chores.’

The brothers pulled the box out and lifted it easily between them and walked though into the dimly lit barn. Jess followed with the Master. It was dim because the walls, floor and ceiling were black. Red clicked on some lights. Spots shone onto a whole forest of sights that made jess’ heart miss a beat.

On one wall was a central black leather wheel with its straps to hold a guy as he was spun round; a pair of standing cages, one on each side of this; the pair of flogging crosses were next in a corner, so they were at right angles to each other next. Around the big room were wooden standing stocks, flogging benches, a frame on wheels like the one in the shop that would hold a boy in its rigid grip. Opposite the door was a large leather chair like a throne. Facing it was a pair of bondage chairs. In another corner there was a pair of standing cages at right angles to each other. Next to them was a pair of leather covered tables.

The twins obviously had an interesting life Jess thought.

Racks on the walls held what seemed like hundreds of steel restraints and chains, a whole wall of whips and paddles, and a glass fronted cabinet holding more hoods than Jess had ever seen in one place. Opposite this was a hanging rack with a range of leather and canvas Strait Jackets, Sleepsacks and other gear.

In the centre was a hoist with a chain. The brothers set the box down underneath it and stepped back. Black reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys. He looked at his Master who waved him to carry on.

 

Matt noticed that the van was being driven very considerately, he was not being thrown around and there was no danger of travel sickness; something that had been on the back of his mind. He felt the van stop and then start off again but slowly and turning a lot, then they stopped. Perhaps they had arrived. His heart rate went up in expectation. There was a wait and then he felt the box being lifted and carried. A thump as it was set on the floor. Then he felt fresh air on his body! The lid was open. His cock tried to go hard but couldn’t in the chastity device! He knew people were looking at him, but he could not see it. That always made him hard! He pulled all of his muscles tight to make sure the show was as good as he could to help Jim get reports from the client. And he loved to show off!

 

The Master and his boys looked down into the box. They saw a big man with a large chest and strong arms. It was one of those physiques that is all curvy muscles; a thick neck, curved muscled shoulders, arms with corded forearms and big bi and triceps. The mountain of a chest dropped to a clear 6 pack abdomen.

His head was hidden in a black leather hood and the body covered in a complex leather harness! Black reached in and freed the straps that held the man down onto the padded base of the box. Meanwhile Red clipped the chains from the hoist to the ‘D’ rings on Matt’s shoulders and pressed the button on the control. As Black helped to support him Matt rose out of the box and stopped about 2 feet off the ground, swinging slightly. The Master walked over and gripped Matts nipples in a strong grip. Matt’s muscles all tensed. After a quick twist the hands dropped back, and Matt relaxed slightly. Then the Master moved his gloved hands all over Matts body, feeling the muscles, tracing the lines of his 6 pack, then he ran them over the tight mounds of muscle that was Matts butt and then gave each side a good hard slap!

 

Matt felt the shoulders of his harness start to lift and was happy that he was supported as he moved upright; then he was swinging slightly. He felt his weight settle onto the straps under his groin and the straps under his boots. It was all good and tight and felt fine; great.

Then PAIN as his tits were squeezed, hard! Then twisted and released. Fuck, he was going to have to get used to this! The gentle feeling of leather gloved hands moving over his body sent shivers through him. He loved this. Not able to see of hear what or who was touching him. It left everything to his imagination though he knew Jess would fill him in later. Then he jumped again as the hands gave his butt a good hard spank.

 

Red walked to a wall switch and turned on a set of spotlights that bathed the exhibit in soft light making the work jess had done earlier with the oil shine and glow.

The Master then turned to the Boys ‘Cages Boys NOW! I can hear the guests coming’. Both men ran to the tall, black steel standing cages in the corner and stepped in.

He called to jess – ‘OK boi, lock ‘em up. Wrists, boots and necks.’

Jess ran after the Boys and saw that each cage was set up with padlocks at the sides that he snapped shut onto the wrist restraints of the guys and short chains that locked to their heavy collars. The Boys automatically pushed their boots apart and Jess could lock them in place. He finished by shutting the cage doors and locking them with heavy brass locks.

He stepped back to enjoy the view. Tall, heavily muscled skinhead men securely locked into cages and restrained. They looked back at him and grinned. They knew they looked good! They just had to twist and look at each other to see! The Master walked over and picked up a couple of weights from a side table and hung them from the chains between the Boy’s tit rings. Neither man made a sound and the Master nodded his head.

He turned and walked to the door as a crowd of newcomers came in. Jess was dazzled. A mixture of all types. Leather men dressed like the Master. A couple of big bear bikers. A huge guy dressed in army camouflage. With each was his sub / slave / boi. Some were like the Boys in skinhead gear. Some wearing rubber suits. Some in leather. But all were hooded and being led by a lead from their collar. The masters gathered around the floodlit display and clapped! They loved it and most recognised Matt from the store as ‘the guy with the hood’. They looked at his tattoos and grinned. His back was marked with FLOG on one side and HERE on the other marking the big pads of the shoulder muscles and on his butt was CROP HERE on one side and PADDLE HERE on the other with coloured target circles. Many had seen pictures of these tattoos online but here it was in front of them!

The Master walk over and called ‘Go ahead! He’s all your to feel and play with. Just the House rules that apply here to everyone – no lasting marks, no drugs, no blood. Let’s all play safe!’

‘Now have a good look around and plan your sessions for your bois. We need them restrained and a little stressed soon so I can set up the first challenge for my Boys!’

Black and Red looked at each other – what challenge! They were expecting a weekend off!

The Master took Jess to one side ‘Really glad you are here boi, I would like you to act as my Alpha and take over setting up the scenes I have in mind.’ He then told Jess what he needed for the first challenge. Jess grinned to himself. He was getting really hard in his shorts.

Throughout the barn the crowd was sorting itself out. The masters were restraining their bois. They were making full use of the racks of leather and metal restraints; the equipment of all kinds was being used. One was strapping his rubber suited slave to the wheel. Spread-eagled with straps holding him tight, gripping the hand holds and his boots locked to small footrests. His master then applied a pair of titclamps amnd hung a chain and weight from them. To check him out for tightness the master span it over, leaving the slave head down in his hood. The weight dropped as he went over and fell until it pulled up on the tit chain again! This was repeated a couple of times as the master chuckled.

Another was using the spanking bench. His boi bent over and locked into place with his head down. He was wearing a rubber suit that left his butt bare and the rack of paddles and canes nearby was obviously going to be used!

One husky boi was being strapped into a heavy leather Strait jacket. Another was locked to one of the St Andrews’ Crosses. He had been stripped, Jess watched as his master forced him onto his toes and locked his wrist restraints to the top of the arms of the frame. He then pushed the bois legs apart, making him strain even further and locked his boots to a steel bar. He reached between his bois legs and grasped a heavy steel ball weight that was hanging loose. He gave it a sharp tug and then clipped a chain and weight to it, adding to the load the balls were already carrying.

Jess realised that this was being done with very little sound from the bottoms. Obviously under each hood was a gag!

Obviously too, the Master’s preference for quiet acceptance was being acknowledged and the rest of the party was following suit.

Jess moved over to the cages holding the twins and grinned at them. They were watching the group enjoying themselves with all of the kit in the barn. Red still had his gag in place, Jess reached in and pushed a similar gag into Blacks mouth. It was a large 3-inch-long rubber penis gag that Jess new he would have struggled to hold without struggling and gagging. Black seemed to manage but was obviously surprised. Jess did up the straps that were also then locked in place with a small padlock at the front.

He took the keys, working through the locks he finally opened the cage door and moved to pull Black from his cage. Grasping his tit chain, he led Black over to a leather covered table and told him to get up. He nipped over to a rack and came back with a forged steel wrist / ankle bar. Black raised his eyebrows and looked over to his Master who nodded at him. Black then sat and pushed his wrists forward between his legs. Jess opened the bar with its hex key and pushed Black’s boots apart. The bar was oversized and fitted over Blacks boots and also fitted over his wrists above the leather restraints. This made Black lean forward so his back was bent forwards. He quietly grunted. Just a bit and just so Jess could hear.

Jess then went back and freed Red. He was towed by his chain over to another table, this one had a steel bar sticking up in the middle. It was about a foot high and had another bar welded to it from the top, so it looked like an ‘L’ shape. Red knew what to do. He climbed onto the table and lay on his belly. He slid down until the steel bar rose between the tops of his bleacher clad thighs. Jess strapped a pair of leather restraints over the red boots and pulled them back until he could lock them to the pillar. Then he heaved Red up and locked the red leather wrist restraints to the end of the steel ‘L’. As he stepped back Red was left in a particularly tight and tough hogtie. The weight of Red’s heavy collar was pulling his head down as his arms pulled his shoulders off the leather padded bench, arching his back.

Jess had set them up so Black was sitting facing the table where Red was hogtied tight. Each was able to look up into his brother’s eyes.

The Master called out ‘Gather round guys!’. He was soon surrounded by the group of masters who looked on grinning at the scene. ‘While you have your first scenes with your bois these two have to tough it out between them to see who wins. The first one to call halt, who can’t take the bondage any further, loses. The winner gets to go back in his cage for a bit to recover. The loser is put into his brother’s predicament for exactly the same time that elapses before the halt was called. So, they really will NOT want to be the one who gives in first!’

‘The longer they hold out, the longer the loser has to endure the second bondage’.

Black and Red looked at each other – this was new. Trouble is that both were fit and tough, and also masochists. Both of their cocks were getting really hard as the strain started to pull on their arms and make their backs ache. They looked into their brothers’ eyes and grinned at each other.

The crowd dispersed for the moment and various scenes started – some with the many impact tools that came to hand, crops, paddles and whips. The guy on the spanking bench was obviously in the hands of a master at the art. He was taken from enjoying light switches with a crop and worked up in stages through the full range of canes to full strength impacts with a heavy leather paddle. He was wriggling and sweating and – very quietly – moaning into his gag as his butt went through pink to red and then blue with deep black welts across it.

The wheel was turning and the boi strapped on as flinching each time as the weight thumped down tugging at his tits. He was also being given a lesson in Estim that had him twitching and – also quietly – squealing.

One boi was strapped into a bondage chair. He was wearing a gas mask; the inlet hose was linked to a set of valves. His air supply could be set to pull through a range of bubbler bottles that had been filled with different poppers. Or linked to a rebreather bladder. Jess was glad this one was not him; he was not fond of breath control. Especially not to this level!

Meanwhile the brothers looked into each other’s eyes and grinned.

Jess went over to Matt and rubbed his hands over his lovers body. Then tweaked his nipples lie he did every morning. He held up the little microphone and said ‘You OK buddy? Put your boots together if you need anything. One waggle is yes! You need a pee?’ The boots waggled. Jess went to his bag and pulled out a funnel and bottle. Putting them in place under Matt’s locked cock he said ‘OK let go now’.

 

Matt jerked from a near trance like state of sensory deprivation and felt hands smoothly running over his body. He immediately recognised his lover. Especially when his tits were tweaked in the way they were every morning. He heard Jess ask if he needed a pee and was vastly relieved, the pressure in his bladder had been rising and he was about to get a bit desperate. Hearing the OK he released his hold and let out a long stream of piss. Then he felt the pipe from his mouth being moved and sucked in a welcome bottle of chilled water. He felt better. He could now last a good long time. He wondered what was happening around him?

 

Meanwhile the brothers looked into each other’s eyes and grinned.

Then the Master come over to Matt and had a good feel of the had bubble butt. ‘Time to warm this up a bit’ he said to Jess. ‘Bring that box over that Jim sent!’

Jess had packed the box the day before and knew what was inside. He grinned and realised that Matt would not be dozing for long…

Meanwhile the Master collected a few other floggers from the rack on the wall and set them out on a table. He started with gentle flicks of a small leather switch. Using this he worked Matts butt gently getting him ready.

 

Matt suddenly felt his butt being switched with a series of light strokes with a flogger. He felt it warm and knew that his main show had begun.

 

The Master slowly worked up the strength of the impact with this little whip until he was giving it a god hard swipe. Matt was not yet visibly reacting.

He moved to a heavy rubber flogger that was about a foot long and started again. This time as he worked up the power Matt began to twitch and wriggle slightly.

The next one came as a surprise to Matt. It had wooden balls stitched into the flogger strands and Matt was moving and twisting very quickly. They left lines of red dots wherever they fell.

 

Matt had never felt this before. Each stroke of this latest flogger sent lines of agony running across his butt as the wooden balls left small but deep bruises. He could not imagine what the fuck it was! He was letting the flood of pain flow through him – he tried to focus it into his groin as Jim had taught him to but it was difficult as the bloody thing stung like nothing else! And his cock was locked away and the spikes in the chastity device were making themselves felt as his cock strained inside trying to get bigger and bigger…

 

The Master stepped back and said to Jess – ‘He can really take it eh? He’s not made a sound or wriggled much yet!’ Jess thought of the inner hood with its gag and quietly chuckled.

He knew Matt so well and was confident his lover was loving both the attention and the way he was unable to see, hear or know who or what was playing with him. By this time the Master had a good audience. Not only the other masters but also the Boys who were looking out of the corner of their eyes and feeling every stroke with Matt. It distracted them a bit from the growing aches as their backs, legs and arms were beginning to cramp.

The Master reached into the box and pulled out a heavy, thick wooden paddle that had a rubber boot sole attached to one side. He laughed and took a trial swipe into his thigh.

 

Matt felt a new sensation. His butt was being stroked with a rough surface. It went in circles and he realised that this was being massaged over the target circles on his butt. Fuck.

 

The Master pulled the paddle back and took a heavy stroke that landed exactly in the centre of the right butt target. Then he repeated this on the left. Switching between them he built up the power until he was giving it everything his right arm could do. By this time Matt was wriggling and twisting. When the last two strokes landed his back spasmed and he was wrenching his arms in the straps that held them firmly by his sides, his fists clenched in the padded mitts.

The Master stopped to let him recover.

He asked jess to collect the special item that Jim had hidden in the top of the box. Jess slipped away and hauled up the lid. In a pair of clips was a cricket bat. Sent from England specially to order. He passed it to the Master. Then stepped over to Matt and gently rubbed his butt. Massaging it a bit to get the blood moving. Knowing that this would sting he spoke into the mike ‘You OK buddy? Ready for the finale?’

 

After the fire and lightening of the rubber sole paddle Matt breathed and tried to get his heart rate back down. The searing pain had travelled from his butt through him and ending up in his groin as an explosion of pain. His brain had almost closed down as the pain / pleasure poured through. Then it stopped. He felt the delicate caress of the gentle hands of his lover stroking his butt. He heard the question if he was ready for the finale. What finale! Fuck, more! He took a deep breath and twitched his boot toes. Yes.

 

The Master took the bat and gave it a couple of practice swipes. It whistled through the air. Jess thought of something and suggested it to the Master who grinned. Jess held the microphone out and the Master swiped the bat past it, so the whistle was sent into the ear buds of the hunk hanging in the barn.

 

Matt heard the ear buds click on and then heard the whistle of something swishing through the air. He felt the blood leave his face as he realised what he was hearing.

 

The Master stood back and took his stance then released, bringing the flat wood of the bat right across both of Matts bubble butt cheeks. He saw the hunk twist and jerk as he absorbed the impact on both of the target circles together.

The Boys in their bondage almost felt the impact too. They knew that, sooner or later, it would be them on the spanking bench and feeling that bat.

Meanwhile the Master leaned back and roared as his hard cock spasmed and cum flooded out into his leathers!

To be continued….

Steellock 2020