FL-97 Homo Hostage
Homo Hostage
French Line
FL-97
Gunnar Erikson
$1.95
Excerpt
Sandy watched Eichmann’s hands clench and unclench. His penis now stood fully erect, and he had to crouch slightly to keep the head at the level of his mouth. Sandy drew it deeper and ran his tongue over its back ridge. He felt his pulse throb in the swollen bulb and heard his breath turn to a heavy panting. His body twisted.
You bastard! Sandy thought. You big, filthy bastard! I’ll suck every drop of strength out of you! You’re the one who’s getting it this time! Let’s see how long it takes you! When I finish with you, you’ll have to crawl on the floor!
He drew the entire head into his mouth. He ignored the acrid taste as he worked his tongue over it slick swellings. Sucking steadily he rolled it between his teeth. He avoided biting, but kept up a changing pressure with his teeth and tongue.
“UUNNHHH!!” It was an explosive grunt- “Koa! HE’S A FUCKIN’ FAG DEVIL. HE KNOWS TRICKS I DIDN’T KNOW! YOU GOTTA MAKE HIM DO THIS FOR YOU, TOMORROW!”
“Cock too big,” replied Koanoa. There was a wistful note that sounded out of place coming from the swarthy giant. “Mouth too little, cock too big.”
Sandy wanted to reject the claim as bragging. But he knew that Koanoa spoke the truth. Eichmann’s penis was near the maximum size that he would be able to get his mouth over, and Koanoa’s was at least twice as large. Even now, it was like having a small orange in his mouth and trying to lick it. It even felt a little like a slick-skinned orange!! He tried to pretend that it was. His tongue continued to play over it. The throbbing grew more intense and the captain grabbed his hair, winding it around his fingers until it felt like it would rip out by the roots.
“UNHH!… GAWD!… UNHH!… FUCKIN’ FAG’S GOT MAGIC IN HIS MOUTH!”
And Sandy sucked harder and worked his tongue until the backs of his jaws ached.
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