JS-141 Ball Handler

Foreword

But Ricky didn’t say anything.

Instead, he walked over to Jackson.

“Strip,” he said to him.

Jackson began with no hesitation.

Even when he pulled his shorts down and his cock was sticking straight out.

“Put your hands behind your back,” Ricky said.

Jackson did as he was told. Again.

As Ricky secured his wrists, one crossed on top of the other, he reminded his prisoner of what was coming.

“You’re my sex slave now… and you’re going to be punished, do you understand?”

Jackson shook his head up and down.

“Good… That’s very good…

Now, he watched and waited, to see what Jackson’s reaction would be.

He loved it when he put his hands around the guy’s neck and forced him down to his naked knees.

“Bend over and kiss my feet,” Ricky said.

Jackson swallowed hard.

He couldn’t believe this.

He knew he was in for it, as he leaned over and began to lick and suck at the toes.

So good…

This was so good…

He made sure he got between each and every one of them… and could have kept it up all night…