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Marshall is brutally flogged on his chest and abs

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Then he is stretched to the max for hours. Finally, he jerks himself off, hoping to be freed. At Dream Boy Bondage. Scroll down for a free video preview

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Marshall gradually regains consciousness. He’s still on the table, naked, but his body has been stretched tauter. His torturer, Jared, is caressing him, clearly turned on by seeing him in pain and so totally helpless. Then the whip comes crashing down on his abs, then his chest. The blows get faster and harder. Marshall squirms in pain, but can barely move; the ropes are so tight. And they are about to get much, much tighter. “Agggggggg!” Marshall screams as his limbs are stretched nearly to their breaking point. “See you in a couple hours, boy,” Jared sneers as he leaves Marshall throbbing in pain on the torture table. When he returns hours later, Jared tells Marshall the only way he will be freed is if he pumps out a huge load of cum. Marshall does what he is told.

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By Steellock

It was a long week.

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