Modelling dreams forgotten as he's tied up and gagged
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I knew the gullible wannabe model would turn up at my warehouse, his craving for cash and fame over-riding his common sense - namely, not to go alone into an unfamiliar private location with a stranger. When Terry sees my cheap photography props, the dumb lad is easily convinced my 'model scouting' is legit, as I run him through a few ego-fluffing basic poses. And luckily for me, Terry is all beauty, no brains. I easily segue from snapping portraits, to "posing with some rope". The stupid lad lets me tie his wrists up, convinced by my offhand assurances that it's "all the rage in Paris." With Terry posing on his knees, no doubt imagining himself the noble object of lust to a hundred women, I approach from behind and slip a ballgag into his mouth before he can even protest. My dick hardens as his face betrays his worry - he's no longer feeling like he's in control of events. When I insist on tying his arms above his head, it's obvious his comfort zone is entirely breached. I turn on him. I rub my throbbing cock against Terry's body, groping him through his clothes, slapping him when he attempts to yell for help through his gag. I yank his pants down, tear his shirt open and right off his body. Terry's cock is huge, and I greedily reach out and grab it, stretching his balls, sniffing his heady masculine scent. As Terry struggles and screams into his gag, to no avail, I yank open his tight arse cheeks, and expose his pristine straight arsehole - my prying fingers working their way into his crack, the first man to touch him in such an invasive way.
I knew the gullible wannabe model would turn up at my warehouse, his craving for cash and fame over-riding his common sense - namely, not to go alone into an unfamiliar private location with a stranger. When Terry sees my cheap photography props, the dumb lad is easily convinced my 'model scouting' is legit, as I run him through a few ego-fluffing basic poses. And luckily for me, Terry is all beauty, no brains. I easily segue from snapping portraits, to "posing with some rope". The stupid lad lets me tie his wrists up, convinced by my offhand assurances that it's "all the rage in Paris." With Terry posing on his knees, no doubt imagining himself the noble object of lust to a hundred women, I approach from behind and slip a ballgag into his mouth before he can even protest. My dick hardens as his face betrays his worry - he's no longer feeling like he's in control of events. When I insist on tying his arms above his head, it's obvious his comfort zone is entirely breached. I turn on him. I rub my throbbing cock against Terry's body, groping him through his clothes, slapping him when he attempts to yell for help through his gag. I yank his pants down, tear his shirt open and right off his body. Terry's cock is huge, and I greedily reach out and grab it, stretching his balls, sniffing his heady masculine scent. As Terry struggles and screams into his gag, to no avail, I yank open his tight arse cheeks, and expose his pristine straight arsehole - my prying fingers working their way into his crack, the first man to touch him in such an invasive way.
Added: 2019-01-26 • Views: 48 • Duration: 30:00
Categories: BDSM
