people having sex on camera I turn around and decide to reinforce the sweet humiliation: will you not beat me if I obey? – No, what are you, everything will be fine: – We are leaving now? (I can’t wait for this greasy hog to put me with my pants down on my knees somewhere behind a dustbin and put a dick over my cheek) – To the next: With one paw, he touches my hot cock, the other squeezes his ass.
At the next stop – the forest park.
So, he will take to the bushes.
Interesting, and cancer will want to put me? And here I feel like my hand is still climbing under my shirt.

Thin, cool: Nearby stands a tall guy and tries to stroke me.
Fatty notices a rival and evil hiss: go away, he – with me, you will not leave me alone – I polish my balde: The guy says quietly: do not fuck – if I am guilty – punish me with a belt.
Belt ?! – the fat man suddenly lets me go and says to the guy – well, let’s go, it’s not far from here, let’s have a beer, let’s talk: Where is the plop?

Maybe take a campaign? I imagined that the guy and I were lying next to us naked on the bed, and the fat man was holding us with one belt.
No, the boy is too small, there will still be trouble – and the fat man slams me in the groin – go, go back home, after two years of meeting – set the heat.
I get off the bus, turn over the highway and sit in the counter, going back.
I do not notice that his pants went down on his thighs and pants are sticking out.
A drunken peasant, with iron teeth, all dressed in headgear, rolls over to me: pull up your trousers, pedril! Highly raise the gum sweeps, accidentally hurt the side of the peasant: why do you pull the little hands, now you will be a job – take out my dick and masturbate with love, I understand, cock ebany! I whisper: I’ll do everything: Carefully undo his fly, pull off the edge of some green underpants, take out a long crooked member and start to caress him, smash with my fingers, and drive with my palm.

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A member bullying and drenches me with malofye.
The little man wipes the edge of my shirt: free! And out.
I reach the house, stroking the dick standing by the stake.
At home I throw my tracksuit into the washing machine, hide my blue pants away, put on my black jeans and shirt.
Follow the adventure.
I wonder who is going to flog me now — a crook who is beating out debts, or cops, to make me tell you if I know who in the area is selling foolishness.
I imagined how in the cockpit I stand with my pants and cowards down to my ankles (be sure not to take off my underpants – refusal is a very strong and sweet humiliation).
One opera lashes out with a belt, and the other writes in a notebook of recognition.
Then he unzips the zipper: he worked with his tongue, and now you will work with sponges – or you will suck at all the homeless in the “monkey house”: I didn’t notice how they grabbed me, dragged a knitted hat over my shoulders.

The side was pricked sharp.
Everything was clear – complete submission.
Then they dragged me out of the car, walked into the porch with high steps, took the elevator up, pushed it into the apartment.
Then they took the cap off their eyes.
In front of me stood two strong guys in dark tracksuits and black amphibious hats-masks with slits.
Now you take a little movie and free, said the one on the right.
Take off your clothes, ordered the second.
I took off the sweatshirts, jeans and shirt.
Took the gum underwear.
While not necessary – ordered the first – go to the room.
I entered: the room was very light from the lamps, the camera was on a tripod, in the center was a narrow ottoman under a pink bedspread.
The first went to the camera.
Is it nothing that he has black underwear, maybe better in white or red? – asked the second.
No, – leave him in his underpants – there is something boyish in them, an insolent bad student who smokes and wipes his ass with a finger.

And you lie on your stomach on the bed, lower your underpants to the middle of your hips.
Not now, on command, will you do what they say and everything will be fine.
Lightly get a belt.
You will ask for forgiveness, promise to correct, you will figure it out.
Do you pore at home? – No, never, only sometimes the cuffs give: – Nothing, you figure it out.
And suddenly it is loud: now you have brutes from me get hot, lie down alive, take off your underpants!
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