When he was what he wanted to project, he left the room and went to the elevator. It had been a stupendous gamble on Brewster's part. But it had pleased Winslow. It had been years since he'd come twice in a single fucking.
He then stood further away, and snapped the whip bringing it to Andy's
ass that was still sticking up in the air. Andy was surprised how good
the whip felt on his ass, the stinging of the whip made his cock begin
to harden. Matt smacked the whip again; once again it smacked his bung hole.
This made Andy twinge with excitement and lust in his scream, his cock
was growing getting harder, Smack the whip went again landing on Andy's
ass, ...
Wilson came up close behind him, unzipped his fly and pulled out a respectably sized cock. The accountant then doubled the young file clerk over at the waist on the banister with one hand, so that he was facing down the well from the tenth floor, and worked up his unsheathed cock with the other hand, spitting a few times on his hand to lubricate his tool.
Suddenly it arrived, that overwhelming loss of control. My body was now boss, my brain reduced to a peanut. Now my hips were shooting wildly back and forth. I was gasping as if I had a heart attack.
I picked up the lotion, and then smoothed it onto his ass, spreading him open with one hand and I applied with the other. The curve was so alluring. Now I took the razor in hand and carefully started to shave the hair from him in slow even strokes.
I agreed, and we got right into things. I was directed to remove my clothes, which were taken away. I was to be on my hands and knees unless granted the privilege of standing, and I was to address him as 'Master' all the time. He put a leather collar on my neck, a thick black one with studs on it.
he asked me back to his place. It wasn't far, and we walked there in silence. He lived in a basement suite in a large house, so we went in quietly and were naked in his room pretty quick. He was chubby, but he had a nice cock, and he pushed me to my knees and told me to suck him.
These bamboo canes were once the masters of men and I can feel my backside tingle at their memory. I pick up a wooden ruler and with a growing bulge in my tight black trousers I stand up and walk over to them.