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There’s nothing like attaching a pair of clover-leaf nipple clamps to a muscle-bitch’s tender nips to teach the boy just how vulnerable he really is, how little protection his big muscles afford him from simple, raw pain.
Max was a big-time college wrestler, but just a half-hour of having the weighted clamps dangling from his boy-tits was all it took to impress upon him just how totally defenseless he was. When I first affixed them and told them they were going to stay there until he begged me to fuck his faggot ass, he’d spit in my face. But now, a mere thirty minutes later, he was pleading with me to take them off. Begging me, like a little boy being punished, to please, please take the clamps off.
“Fuck me, sir. Please, fuck me.” he pleaded, desperate to have the clamps removed. “I’m begging you, sir. Fuck me. Fuck my faggot ass. Just please, please, take the clamps off my nips. They hurt so much. They hurt so fucking much.”
Laughing, I did what he asked and took the clamp off his right tit. And then, as the pain surged in his body as the blood rushed back into the mashed nip, I took the tit in my hand and squeezed down hard as the boy howled in an agony worse than any he had yet felt. After a minute, I loosened my grip on his right tit and moved my hand over to his left tit.
“Please, please. No,” he begged, knowing what was coming as I ripped the clamp off that nub and proceeded to give it the same treatment his right tit had just suffered.
Max was limp in his restraints by the time I yanked his shorts down his legs and he just moaned piteously as I fingered his virgin twat-hole. I could see that the tit-clamps had done their job and all the fight was out of him. But I wasn’t about to take any chances so, once I lowered him to the floor I reclipped his wrist-bonds together behind his back..
The muscle-bitch squealed like a stucked-pig when I jammed my hard cock up his tight cunt for the first time and he was writhing all over the floor by the time I spewed my hot load of man-scuzz up his cherry fuck-pit. But even as I luxuriated in that warm afterglow I always got when I was finished cunting-out a muscle bitch, I couldn’t help letting myself imagine all the fun I was going to have with Max. Yeah, his cunt was going to be getting multiple corings every day from now on, but his tits – those tender little nubs on his big pecs – his tits weren’t gonna believe how much action they’d be seeing in the future. I could almost hear him screaming and begging me to stop torturing his tits and to please, please just fuck him already.
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There’s nothing like attaching a pair of clover-leaf nipple clamps to a muscle-bitch’s tender nips to teach the boy just how vulnerable he really is, how little protection his big muscles afford him from simple, raw pain.
Max was a big-time college wrestler, but just a half-hour of having the weighted clamps dangling from his boy-tits was all it took to impress upon him just how totally defenseless he was. When I first affixed them and told them they were going to stay there until he begged me to fuck his faggot ass, he’d spit in my face. But now, a mere thirty minutes later, he was pleading with me to take them off. Begging me, like a little boy being punished, to please, please take the clamps off.
“Fuck me, sir. Please, fuck me.” he pleaded, desperate to have the clamps removed. “I’m begging you, sir. Fuck me. Fuck my faggot ass. Just please, please, take the clamps off my nips. They hurt so much. They hurt so fucking much.”
Laughing, I did what he asked and took the clamp off his right tit. And then, as the pain surged in his body as the blood rushed back into the mashed nip, I took the tit in my hand and squeezed down hard as the boy howled in an agony worse than any he had yet felt. After a minute, I loosened my grip on his right tit and moved my hand over to his left tit.
“Please, please. No,” he begged, knowing what was coming as I ripped the clamp off that nub and proceeded to give it the same treatment his right tit had just suffered.
Max was limp in his restraints by the time I yanked his shorts down his legs and he just moaned piteously as I fingered his virgin twat-hole. I could see that the tit-clamps had done their job and all the fight was out of him. But I wasn’t about to take any chances so, once I lowered him to the floor I reclipped his wrist-bonds together behind his back..
The muscle-bitch squealed like a stucked-pig when I jammed my hard cock up his tight cunt for the first time and he was writhing all over the floor by the time I spewed my hot load of man-scuzz up his cherry fuck-pit. But even as I luxuriated in that warm afterglow I always got when I was finished cunting-out a muscle bitch, I couldn’t help letting myself imagine all the fun I was going to have with Max. Yeah, his cunt was going to be getting multiple corings every day from now on, but his tits – those tender little nubs on his big pecs – his tits weren’t gonna believe how much action they’d be seeing in the future. I could almost hear him screaming and begging me to stop torturing his tits and to please, please just fuck him already.