the whistle of a crop through the air. The hard smack of beautifully worked leather on thickly-muscled flesh. There's no other sound. Women make noise, but silence is a male trait, inbred by centuries of hunting and warfare. A male submits silently, as another man dominates him, punishes him, and violates his body for pleasure. His victor is likewise quiet, but breathes heavily in his exertions. He mutters an `oh fuck .. oh you fucker ..` as he enters the guy's tight hot arse. It both repels him and sucks him in deeper. The guy's ballsac kisses his conqueror's. They swing heavily in unison. No kiss was ever sweeter, and the victor shoots. The loser grunts softly, spurts of semen shooting deep into his guts, more painful than any stroke of the riding crop. He lets out a deeper groan, `oh no ..`, as his conqueror reaches round and jacks his cock, forcing him to shoot his thick white cum uselessly into the long wet grass, laughing in his ear. They get their breath, and stand up. The loser slowly reaches up and grabs a branch above his head, spreading his back and shoulders wide, rippling and sweating. He spreads his legs wide and square. He drops his head. His victor chortles quietly. Both men know the game, and both men are playing it out to the end. The bullwhip’s next
the whistle of a crop through the air. The hard smack of beautifully worked leather on thickly-muscled flesh. There's no other sound. Women make noise, but silence is a male trait, inbred by centuries of hunting and warfare. A male submits silently, as another man dominates him, punishes him, and violates his body for pleasure. His victor is likewise quiet, but breathes heavily in his exertions. He mutters an `oh fuck .. oh you fucker ..` as he enters the guy's tight hot arse. It both repels him and sucks him in deeper. The guy's ballsac kisses his conqueror's. They swing heavily in unison. No kiss was ever sweeter, and the victor shoots. The loser grunts softly, spurts of semen shooting deep into his guts, more painful than any stroke of the riding crop. He lets out a deeper groan, `oh no ..`, as his conqueror reaches round and jacks his cock, forcing him to shoot his thick white cum uselessly into the long wet grass, laughing in his ear. They get their breath, and stand up. The loser slowly reaches up and grabs a branch above his head, spreading his back and shoulders wide, rippling and sweating. He spreads his legs wide and square. He drops his head. His victor chortles quietly. Both men know the game, and both men are playing it out to the end. The bullwhip’s next
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