Pool boy David Webb is struggling against the bonds holding him to a ladder-backed chair. Blindfolded, he can’t see Jeremiah Cruze, dressed in a black jock, enter the room then lash his hairless chest and stomach with a bullwhip. At first, the blows merely sting, but then Jeremiah really lays into each lash, making the pool boy scream through his ball gag as his sexy torso is covered with whip marks. Minutes later, Jeremiah straddles the chair and shoves his cock down the captive’s throat. Shocked and terrified, David sucks away, his hard cock poking out of his Speedo.
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Title: David Webb: The Pool Boy – Chapter 2
A Speedo-wearing sub interrupts closed gathering of leather Doms in a dungeon seeking “serious” bondage tops for “a little fun”
I entered the playroom wearing nothing but a tight skimpy Speedo – and an old sweatshirt. The sweatshirt was small and hung above my waist, so the bulge in the front of my speedo was plainly visible below it. I did this because – in my mind – feeling covered above concentrates the sense of vulnerability I feel onto my Speedo below, and on my bare legs…. it makes me feel naked vulnerable and HORNY. I felt the sensation of near nakedness below my covered torso, and this sense of vulnerability was intense because I knew what was in store for me, especially after seeing a spreader bar with clips on either end, hanging from a chain from the ceiling in the center of the darkish room. I had entered the lair of a leather uniform wearing man I know to be a sadist, to whom I had freely admitted I wanted to experience the sense of complete and utter helplessness with, while indulging in my fetish of wearing a skimpy Speedo. I was walking into a trap of my own making.