Old films about sailors being lashed and whipped, Italian films about old Rome and Greek with slaves dressed in loin cloths and some of the pornography he saw in the Internet, stirred his guts making him yank himself without mercy over and over again.
Who knew that my high school sexual fantasies would some day come true? Who knew that the same sort of high school bullies that once called me "faggot" would secretly want to be bullied by a "faggot"? Who knew that so many straight men would respond to my L.A. Weekly ad?
He took out his cock and played with it. I saw drops of precum comming out of him. Mike finaly came back up for air. I told him to look. He slowly turned his head. He seen the man. The man put his cock back into his pants and started to leave.
We got to the club and immediately went to the dance floor, shedding our coats on the way. The floor was packed with writhing bodies and we joined in the festivities with abandon, not knowing whom we danced with and caring even less.
But then Big Bill got serious at sucking my tool and I looked around and saw that Long Jack had busied himself stripping the saddles off of the other two horses and laying them out in the middle of the grass clearing. Then he slowly stripped off his clothes, revealing a beautiful body-builder's physique.
It was another Saturday night and I was on my hands and knees at my Master's feet. Well, worshipping his shiny black leather boots, to be exact. I was not allowed to look up at his face without permission, but I knew exactly how he would look as he stood there..
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.