FL-85 The Reamers
The Reamers
French Line
FL-85
Dick Appleby
$1.50
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Excerpt
He did not close his eyes. The sight of these lusting, pathetic animal-like men was more important to him than the feel of them, although he needed both—and more to reach the desired release. When one would endanger him, Leitch would reach over and snap his cruel whip at the fag’s body until he backed away. One man, particularly, had to be subdued. He always went for the face, straddling him to either rub his ass in his mouth or drown him with his urine. Leitch would let the fag patient work until he reached that state of ecstasy that made him settle hard against Proudfoot smothering his face and nose in his rectum. Then WHACK! The whip would cut across his ass and he’d quickly jerk away and rush to a corner to cower and masturbate until he forgot the cruel price of his lust.
Whenever one man finished, another was waiting to take his place. Leitch, himself, went through three wildly sucking queers before a toothless old man managed to milk out his cum. As he felt his balls jerk menacingly, and knew that his moment was near, he grabbed the bars of the cage and held tight with one hand, raising the crop high over his head with the other. This was the dangerous moment. Eyes burned in on him from all corners of the room, ready to kill them both with lust should he lose control for only an instant. He never gave them the chance. As his body burst into its throbbing, burning explosion, his eyes never closed, his guard never lowered.
After the old man had sucked the last of his cum from him and licked him clean, he stuffed his tired penis back into his pants and zipped up, all with one hand. Then he began circling the room, keeping the men always in front of him. He lashed them with his crop, often with no provocation and their screams of pain and the cuts that welted up and then began to bleed gave him another higher peak as the cum oozed out of his prick and stained the front of his pants.
This second peak left him weaker than the first. He wished the old man could speed it up a bit.Again he unzipped his pants and took out his dong. Grabbing a fag by the hair and jerking him away from Proudfoot’s puny cock, he pointed his prick right at the Administrator’s organ and loosed a stream of piss, hot and acrid. Steam rose and the old man moaned with pleasure. Then he dropped the queer’s hair and let him return to suck the poor devil.
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