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His hard on sticks out seeking attention. I reached under and swat it
a few times with my belt. His cock jumps from the pain and the pleasure
he feels. He still has the pressure from the winch and is ever present
of the dildoe deep in his ass. I decide to add a few clothes pins I
found in the bag. A pin on each nipple and a few on this cock and balls.

I remove the dildoe and grab the next larger one. This one is bigger
around and is less pliable. I give Steve a hit of poppers before I
insert this one. His asshole gives way to the rubber cock and I push
it deeper into his ass. Steve starts to begs for more of the dildoe.
He likes it when I piston it in and out of his asshole, pulling all
but the head out and thrusting it back in to the hilt.

Inside the large lobby Jeff felt comfortable. The pizza’s he had
bought in New York City were still warm, and he rushed to the
elevators, quickly pressing the fourth floor button. On the fourth
floor, Jeff turned left, passed through a set of doors and going around
the corner he came quickly to Peter’s door. Standing in front of the
door, Jeff knocked loudly and opened the door, announcing “Pizza
Delivery!”, as he entered.

Hungry for fresh twink, we hit the streets looking for victims. It didn’t take long to find Chip wandering around acting like a hardass. Funny how it only took $800 to make him our bitch! Cum see for yourself!

I remember the sound of luggage rolling across concrete as he turned. The ripple he made in time frozen on my brain, the image of his sway. I stole that parting glance and tasted the air through which he had passed, brushing against me a sweet memory. He said something, or hinted at something perhaps [...]