Fapping the Gimps - The Dude Cole - Part 11
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Climax means something different to each master. For some, it is the right of the powerful, a sign of authority and predominance to be the one to receive pleasure. For others, it is more about control, a reward for their boys for giving superb service. And for others still, it is about the marking and claiming of property, an activity of consummation of ownership and contract.As such, not every guy is permitted to spunk with any regularity. Given the ways they are used, they’re frequently brought to a state of enlivenment sans release. This can be superb for a time, but at some point, the tension in their loins becomes troublesome. The gimps are told to suffer it, of course, but after a while, it affects their performance, and that cannot be abided.Given that, the ...Given that, the gimps are systematically jerked to guarantee they are still capable of doing what they’re hoped to do.I was particularly sexually aroused for the chance to milk Cole. The sumptuous youthful stud is built beautifully, tall and lengthy but not too lean. His musculature is practically a work of art, and his face is nothing brief of angelic. Having the chance to work him over is always a joy. But today, knowing that I can concentrate just on his larger, wonderful cock… well, that’s a bounty in and of itself.As I liquidated him from the jacking wall, seeing him roped up aside other gimps desperate to be relaxed of their sore testicles, I took my time to appreciate Cole’s body. He glistened with perspiration, evidently worked up from being edged for hours. I knew I could solve his problem in moments, but I wasn’t ready to let my fulfillment end so quickly.With him off the wall and on the auction block, I was able to take in the look of his ideal ass, seeing it stretched as he got on all 4s and introduced it to me. I couldn’t resist. I had to go in for a taste. And just as I thought, he was perfect. Absolutely perfect.My tongue savored every inch of him as my facial hair grazed against his flesh. I could perceive his fuckhole tighten against me as it aroused his pleasure. He was ready. Not just ready, he was praying for release.Putting him up on his knees, I took his pulsing chisel in my hand, taunting the head of his rod before giving him the long, durable sensations of wet, molten strokes. I observed his nut pulse upward, clenching as I brought him closer and closer to orgasm. I tried to rhythm myself, delaying the let out as lengthy as possible, but he was dripping pre-cum before I even fumbled him.His sighing was deep and quick, making sounds of sheer pleasure that escalated the more I fumbled him. It was un-fucking-real to have someone so on the verge of sheer pleasure and have them be solely managed by my hand. The rush of intensity to my brain was nearly god-like. I listened to his breathing, waiting for the sign that we were past the point of no return, and then I let him go…The eruption from his fuckpole was like nothing I’d ever seen before. Straps of milky juice spewed out from him, pouring out in wonderful arcs through the air. His nads must have been badly total before I extracted him. He spewed all over my hand, his body, and the platform he was on. There was enough there that it should have been saved and bottled.As Cole’s figure deflated and he collapsed on his own exhaust, I kept my hand seized to his member. He stayed propped up because of my hold, but otherwise he could have totally fallen back onto the auction block. Of course, even though he had cum, he wasn’t done.Looking out onto the crowd, Cole could witness the a few onlookers of lecturers and prospective buyers, all watching in the darkness at his performance. An climax like that was sure to attract some bids. And sure enough, Cole was able to be sold on the spot.
Climax means something different to each master. For some, it is the right of the powerful, a sign of authority and predominance to be the one to receive pleasure. For others, it is more about control, a reward for their boys for giving superb service. And for others still, it is about the marking and claiming of property, an activity of consummation of ownership and contract.As such, not every guy is permitted to spunk with any regularity. Given the ways they are used, they’re frequently brought to a state of enlivenment sans release. This can be superb for a time, but at some point, the tension in their loins becomes troublesome. The gimps are told to suffer it, of course, but after a while, it affects their performance, and that cannot be abided.Given that, the ...Given that, the gimps are systematically jerked to guarantee they are still capable of doing what they’re hoped to do.I was particularly sexually aroused for the chance to milk Cole. The sumptuous youthful stud is built beautifully, tall and lengthy but not too lean. His musculature is practically a work of art, and his face is nothing brief of angelic. Having the chance to work him over is always a joy. But today, knowing that I can concentrate just on his larger, wonderful cock… well, that’s a bounty in and of itself.As I liquidated him from the jacking wall, seeing him roped up aside other gimps desperate to be relaxed of their sore testicles, I took my time to appreciate Cole’s body. He glistened with perspiration, evidently worked up from being edged for hours. I knew I could solve his problem in moments, but I wasn’t ready to let my fulfillment end so quickly.With him off the wall and on the auction block, I was able to take in the look of his ideal ass, seeing it stretched as he got on all 4s and introduced it to me. I couldn’t resist. I had to go in for a taste. And just as I thought, he was perfect. Absolutely perfect.My tongue savored every inch of him as my facial hair grazed against his flesh. I could perceive his fuckhole tighten against me as it aroused his pleasure. He was ready. Not just ready, he was praying for release.Putting him up on his knees, I took his pulsing chisel in my hand, taunting the head of his rod before giving him the long, durable sensations of wet, molten strokes. I observed his nut pulse upward, clenching as I brought him closer and closer to orgasm. I tried to rhythm myself, delaying the let out as lengthy as possible, but he was dripping pre-cum before I even fumbled him.His sighing was deep and quick, making sounds of sheer pleasure that escalated the more I fumbled him. It was un-fucking-real to have someone so on the verge of sheer pleasure and have them be solely managed by my hand. The rush of intensity to my brain was nearly god-like. I listened to his breathing, waiting for the sign that we were past the point of no return, and then I let him go…The eruption from his fuckpole was like nothing I’d ever seen before. Straps of milky juice spewed out from him, pouring out in wonderful arcs through the air. His nads must have been badly total before I extracted him. He spewed all over my hand, his body, and the platform he was on. There was enough there that it should have been saved and bottled.As Cole’s figure deflated and he collapsed on his own exhaust, I kept my hand seized to his member. He stayed propped up because of my hold, but otherwise he could have totally fallen back onto the auction block. Of course, even though he had cum, he wasn’t done.Looking out onto the crowd, Cole could witness the a few onlookers of lecturers and prospective buyers, all watching in the darkness at his performance. An climax like that was sure to attract some bids. And sure enough, Cole was able to be sold on the spot.
Added: 2023-11-02 • Views: 18 • Duration: 16:36