MB-03 Leather Raped
Leather Raped
Macho Books
(same as WH-502)
MB-03
Anonymous
$2.95
Foreword
The young kid was just surrounded by men. His name was Tommy and he was young and he was going to get it. He was naked. The men were clothed. They wanted to have some fun with Tommy. They wanted to use him to satisfy their cocks.
“Alright, kid, get in that bathtub,” one of the men growled.
It was dark in the club. It was dark and it was dank and it was full of men. Men in leather. Men with hard cocks and swinging balls.
Men who were looking to pig out with other men. Or with a kid. A real goodlooking all American stoned kid. Ready to love the night. Ready to enter the buzzing world of mansex, never to come back.
Tommy looked up at all the men around him. Wherever he looked he saw cocks, cocks of all shapes and sizes, most of them huge monster mancocks, and he saw balls, balls hanging down low between men’s legs, sweaty and hairy balls.
And there was the smell of leather, that bittersweet smell that fills the nostrils and causes the knees to go weak.
Tommy looked up at all those cocks and all those balls. He wanted them, he wanted them all. Tommy didn’t know what was happening to him and he didn’t really care. All he knew was that he wanted cock, and lots of it.
“Let’s start to piss on the kid, let’s show him how men act in this town. This is New York and we’re the hottest men in the world. Let him have some piss, men,” the dude growled.
And then it started to come, the piss. First one cock and then another let loose with a fat spray of the steaming yellow liquid.
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