Terry1-l - Modelling dreams forgotten as he's roped up and gagged, then undressed
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I knew the gullible wannabe model would turn up at my warehouse, his longing for money and stardom over-riding his common perceive - namely, not to go alone into an unacquainted individual location with a stranger. When Terry watches my cheap photography props, the dumb twink is easily persuaded my 'model scouting' is legit, as I run him through several ego-fluffing basic poses. And fortunately for me, Terry is all beauty, no brains. I easily segue from snapping portraits, to "posing with some rope". The bimbo twink lets me truss his wrists up, persuaded by my unscripted assurances that it's "all the wrath in Paris." With Terry posing on his knees, no doubt imagining himself the noble object of lust to a hundred women, I therapy from behind and glide a ballgag into his gullet before he can even protest. My dick hardens as his face betrays his worry - he's no longer sensing like he's in manage of events. When I insist on strapping his mitts above his head, it's obvious his convenience zone is downright breached. I turn on him. I knead my pulsing fuck-stick against Terry's body, touching him through his clothes, spanking him when he tries to groan for help through his gag. I convulse his trousers down, rip his shirt open and right off his body. Terry's fuck-stick is huge, and I avidly reach out and seize it, opening up his balls, sniffing his heady male scent. As Terry fights and moans into his gag, to no avail, I convulse open his tight arse cheeks, and reveal his pristine gay-for-pay arsehole - my prying thumbs working their way into his crack, the very first fellow to rub him in such an invasive way. The view of Terry's nude figure is driving me wild. I seize a bullwhip and thrash him over and over again, my dick stiffening at the streaks of crimson appearing up and down his ideal body. Flagellating him front and back, his chest, his arse, his six pack and his shoulders all get a taste of the lash, making him an captivating glowing shade of pink. After savagely spanking and clamping his firm tits, I pin the cunt's sensitive, blushed nipples, I am beyond horny. This gay-for-pay slit is all mine, and I'm going to love his figure in deliciously abjecting ways. I commence by making him endure a snog through the ballgag, my tented genitals pressed up against his nude body. Terry's disgust at this intimate disturbance is satisfyingly evident on his face, and he thinks that's as bad as it gets... until I commence tugging him off. To have another fellow get his dick firm and fap him off against his will is very likely one of this heterosexual stud's worst nightmares. His man-meat reacts adorably to the merciless stimulation, and despite the added trauma of my invasive smooches and cuddles, he's briefly choky as I beat him off, his fuck-stick hardening bigger and bigger as he involuntarily gets closer to climax. Finally, he squirts, his torrid jizm shooting throughout the room, leaving the head of his fuck-stick lubricious with juices. I let out the gag and shovel my nut-juice facialed thumbs into Terry's mouth, making him gasp in revulsion, then proceed to torture his sensitive fuck-stick head, my thumbs around it and spanking it hard, making him writhe in agony. Perhaps Terry thinks I've concluded with him now. But for a dude this beautiful, it would be a waste to stop here. This is just the beginning.
I knew the gullible wannabe model would turn up at my warehouse, his longing for money and stardom over-riding his common perceive - namely, not to go alone into an unacquainted individual location with a stranger. When Terry watches my cheap photography props, the dumb twink is easily persuaded my 'model scouting' is legit, as I run him through several ego-fluffing basic poses. And fortunately for me, Terry is all beauty, no brains. I easily segue from snapping portraits, to "posing with some rope". The bimbo twink lets me truss his wrists up, persuaded by my unscripted assurances that it's "all the wrath in Paris." With Terry posing on his knees, no doubt imagining himself the noble object of lust to a hundred women, I therapy from behind and glide a ballgag into his gullet before he can even protest. My dick hardens as his face betrays his worry - he's no longer sensing like he's in manage of events. When I insist on strapping his mitts above his head, it's obvious his convenience zone is downright breached. I turn on him. I knead my pulsing fuck-stick against Terry's body, touching him through his clothes, spanking him when he tries to groan for help through his gag. I convulse his trousers down, rip his shirt open and right off his body. Terry's fuck-stick is huge, and I avidly reach out and seize it, opening up his balls, sniffing his heady male scent. As Terry fights and moans into his gag, to no avail, I convulse open his tight arse cheeks, and reveal his pristine gay-for-pay arsehole - my prying thumbs working their way into his crack, the very first fellow to rub him in such an invasive way. The view of Terry's nude figure is driving me wild. I seize a bullwhip and thrash him over and over again, my dick stiffening at the streaks of crimson appearing up and down his ideal body. Flagellating him front and back, his chest, his arse, his six pack and his shoulders all get a taste of the lash, making him an captivating glowing shade of pink. After savagely spanking and clamping his firm tits, I pin the cunt's sensitive, blushed nipples, I am beyond horny. This gay-for-pay slit is all mine, and I'm going to love his figure in deliciously abjecting ways. I commence by making him endure a snog through the ballgag, my tented genitals pressed up against his nude body. Terry's disgust at this intimate disturbance is satisfyingly evident on his face, and he thinks that's as bad as it gets... until I commence tugging him off. To have another fellow get his dick firm and fap him off against his will is very likely one of this heterosexual stud's worst nightmares. His man-meat reacts adorably to the merciless stimulation, and despite the added trauma of my invasive smooches and cuddles, he's briefly choky as I beat him off, his fuck-stick hardening bigger and bigger as he involuntarily gets closer to climax. Finally, he squirts, his torrid jizm shooting throughout the room, leaving the head of his fuck-stick lubricious with juices. I let out the gag and shovel my nut-juice facialed thumbs into Terry's mouth, making him gasp in revulsion, then proceed to torture his sensitive fuck-stick head, my thumbs around it and spanking it hard, making him writhe in agony. Perhaps Terry thinks I've concluded with him now. But for a dude this beautiful, it would be a waste to stop here. This is just the beginning.
Added: 2023-10-04 • Views: 42 • Duration: 30:00
