Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
FOREWORD
He concentrated his blows on the massive bronzed chest of the incredibly built black buck. His flesh spasmed from the terrible throe of pain caused by the whip.
He was ranting and raving, his stern front dropping from his countenance like a snake shedding its skin. That fabulous cock began rising.
Like a blood gorged snake it rose up. It was an awe-inspiring cock. It got bigger by the second. The torturers faces flushed in passion.
A cock of that size was just what they needed to give their event a sharpened lustful edge. No one had imagined a cock of that size.
They yearned to suck it, to take it between their hot hands and lovingly fondle, suck and play with it to their sordid heart’s content.
The behemoth moaned in his bonds from his tormentors hot teasings. His cock became bone hard, instantly, its length getting increasingly, and inexorably, greater.
All eyes were glued upon the rising stanchion. How big would it grow, they wondered. Would it ever stop, or just keep on getting bigger?
They traded it off in their mouths, each one loving it with their tongue until the huge blood- gorged thing threatened to burst from its seams.
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