being unmasked is normally an act of defeat, shame, humiliation. But what we don't see here is the 25 minutes of steady undercarriage ballslapping which Krull has just given his captive. Jed's pouch was wet and his breathing was deep. He was trembling uncontrollably. Krull knew he had him. Finally Jed muttered `Take the mask off Big Boy, and I'll give it up for you`. Krull ripped his mask off. Then Jed's pouch. Jed shot, again and again, hands-free, as Krull watched. Finally he said `Your cock salutes me J-Man. What's next, do you reckon?` Jed said nothing. He didn't need to. He just straightened his back, and flared his lats and traps. Krull nodded. He put his hood back on, and walked over to the rack of whips. A guard bound up his fists with tape. He selected one, and walked back nearer to Jed. With an expert under-arm motion he flicked the whip-end under Jed's scrotum at agonising speed. Then did the same to his cockhead. Jed stifled a scream, and trembled. Krull held the whip to Jed's face. Jed kissed it, lengthily, with open mouth, and looked at Krull as he did so. His lips moved along it, and his moustache softly swept the dark, blood-stained leather. He knew what he was doing. Krull had an uncontrollable hard-on. He was going to give this guy the whipping of his life
being unmasked is normally an act of defeat, shame, humiliation. But what we don't see here is the 25 minutes of steady undercarriage ballslapping which Krull has just given his captive. Jed's pouch was wet and his breathing was deep. He was trembling uncontrollably. Krull knew he had him. Finally Jed muttered `Take the mask off Big Boy, and I'll give it up for you`. Krull ripped his mask off. Then Jed's pouch. Jed shot, again and again, hands-free, as Krull watched. Finally he said `Your cock salutes me J-Man. What's next, do you reckon?` Jed said nothing. He didn't need to. He just straightened his back, and flared his lats and traps. Krull nodded. He put his hood back on, and walked over to the rack of whips. A guard bound up his fists with tape. He selected one, and walked back nearer to Jed. With an expert under-arm motion he flicked the whip-end under Jed's scrotum at agonising speed. Then did the same to his cockhead. Jed stifled a scream, and trembled. Krull held the whip to Jed's face. Jed kissed it, lengthily, with open mouth, and looked at Krull as he did so. His lips moved along it, and his moustache softly swept the dark, blood-stained leather. He knew what he was doing. Krull had an uncontrollable hard-on. He was going to give this guy the whipping of his life
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