Tutorial In Gay BDSM (Non-Consent)

The older man pushed his cock in a couple inches and paused so the channel could open and adjust. Then he slapped the twink on his butt.
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“You sure he’s on board with it? I mean other than you haven’t told him.”
“Yes, Mr. Gillespie, we won’t be popping any male cherries or working on tight holes here. I’ve had him several times and now he’s beggin’ for it. And he’s been on a train with some of the football players. Just one more step into what we do—and I’ve already heard him being curious about it. Tough little bugger. The football players balled him for hours and he took it like a soldier. Some monster cocks on the football team.”
“Don’t call me by my name after we’ve snatched him. Not even Ed. I’ll be E and you’ll be P.”
“Gotcha. And what will we be calling him?”
“We’ll call him The Fucker. And he’s to call both of us sir, remember. If he doesn’t, apply the screws until he gets it. On a train, you say, and big cocks. But he hasn’t been DPed yet? The weekend’s not really long enough . . .”
“No, but he’s mentioned he was curious about it. That’s why I thought of him. He’s what you like, I think. And he’s taken it both long and thick. From the football team LeRoy’s nearly seven feet and built like a New York skyscraper. He’s got to be over nine, and Dale . . . The Fucker . . . took that fine—three times in a train of two or more hours. And Alphonse was really thick. The Fucker opens right up for me, and you know what I got. And speakin’ of, there he comes. Leavin’ class; always goes back to his dorm after this class. That brings him...