RT-402 Leather Boys
Leather Boys
Rough Trade
RT-402
Anonymous
$2.25
Excerpt
“Here is the switch,” the Master pressed something into Al’s hand. “You can control the machine if you get too close to orgasm. Press the button.” Al pressed. Instantly, the sucking, massaging motion of the clear plastic tube stopped. Al sighed as the stimulation ceased. His cock stayed hard, however, and it was not for several moments that the tube began to fall slowly down the boy’s softening prick. He pressed the switch again. The tube moved up again and fastened firmly into position, sucking, massaging, pulling and milking.
“That is the method,” the Master instructed. He moved behind Al and brought something back from the heavy chest. He held up a full sized dildo. It was an exact replica of his own prick—and it was full size—twelve inches of hard rubber. He greased the obscene tool in front of Al’s eyes, then held it out toward the captive boy. Al was groaning due to the ministrations of the masturbation machine. “Kiss it,” the Master ordered. Al kissed the bulging dildo—then, the Master carried it back and inserted it in the boy’s raised ass. He passed the usual leather straps under Al and tied them around his balls. Al was stuffed full of cock again—and the machine worked on his tool.
“One other thing—to keep you good and hot—he flipped a switch, and the wall in front of Al lit up. It was a porno flick featuring the Master and another fellow. The second person was just a boy—Al judged him to be about fourteen—“That’s Jerry. He’s coming over tonight. He’s the meanest little son of a bitch you’re ever gonna meet.”
Al hit the switch. Jerry was really something. His face was innocence itself, but there was something else in his eyes. His body was young and he sported a good eight inch dick. Al was out of his mind at the sight of the young boy. He and the Master were indulging in extremely erotic play on the screen. “It’s on a loop—it’ll keep going all day, just to give you something to remember me by.”
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