Jimmie watched as the video continued. It was obvious that Jordan was completely out of it while Rod was tying him spread eagle onto his bed and tweaking his nipples. Jordan was putting up little resistance and was making only a few noises.
Jeff Stearn was obsessed with Troy Aikman. He had long lusted after the 6'4, blond haired, blue eyed, built like a brickhouse Adonis of a quarterback of the Dallas Cowboys.
This man's looking forward to the big game, but his wife teams up with his best pal to alter his plans with a bit of rope and electric penis discipline.
I was sexually excited, my torso exposed to the chill night air. My nipples hardened and my cock grew stiff. I marveled at the feeling, knowing I could be raped, or dead any second!
Soon as he had arrived, Nick had tied up his hands and then made him get on his knees. It was strange the way Nick had commanded him to strip off his shirt, shoes, and socks, so that he was only wearing his pants.
He smiled down at me as he removed all of his clothes revealing all the hair that covered his arms chest and big stomach. He picked the rope back up and with one end he tied my hands together tightly and with the other end he threw under the table and came back behind me.
I stood up straight, and Jack, who continued to lick my ass while moaning softly made no effort to stop me. He had taken a finger and put it up against my asshole, and now as I stood there, he applied full pressure to it, and pushed it firmly into my ass.
While a few guys worked my cock, I felt hands on my feet. I was helpless as my legs were pulled back. Someone pinned them to my shoulders, making out with me while my newly-exposed ass was up for grabs.
His strong hand gripped my chin and he moved my mouth to his and took it with his tongue. And I do mean TOOK. Demanding. Hungry. Possessive. His hand was locked to the back of my neck and I felt the surging lust power through him.
He was off me and back on in a second, using the belt to my robe to tie my wrists together and fasten them down to the frame of the bed. I lay there, helpless, and looked at him. "What on earth are you going to do?" I asked. He grinned. "Everything," he said, his voice husky.
"Tell me you're my bitch," he growled at me. "Tell me." He continued to spank, and I informed every hearing person for blocks that I was Alan's bitch. He was so aroused he was shaking.
I was told to suck his penis as well, and so I did for a while. The Master had his hand on my head the entire time, to establish a physical relationship with me, in order to communicate his desires to me. He had told me that he liked submissive men, and I was trying to read what he wanted in his touch.
he attached two steel clamps to my nipples, their sharp teeth cutting into my skin. Each clamp had a chain that hung down, and he attached these to a ring that he fastened around my dick. As the weight of my dick pulled the chains, the clamps got tighter, making me scream from a new source of pain.
At length Glen felt his buttocks being pulled wide apart and the warm firmness of a large knob probing his anus. He sighed with anticipation. This was bliss. The man still didn't hurry, he teased for a while, but then Glen felt him tense slightly. Two hands gripped his hips.
My shirt was pulled back, my trousers dropped and three pairs of hands began to stroke, pummel and push. It was Matt who first crossed the boundary of decency. He put an arm round my shoulder, forcing me to lean back onto him, while his spare hand closed over my genitals.
I sit here waiting naked in his dungeon, bound by the chains that cut into the flesh on my wrists and ankles. I am waiting for darkness to fall as I know he will come and see me then. I am awaiting my punishment for daring to have slept with one of the gypsy slaves yesterday.
He probed beneath them, tickling that part between balls and arsehole and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. My wrists strained against the cord that tied me and I thrashed my head from side to side. The pleasure was almost unbearable.