1. A SLAVE'S LIFE


    Date: 3/23/2017, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Gay Male, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    like a domestic door in a house. Oh Christ - this was looking bad - it seemed to be some sort of cell. What the fuck had I done last night, to get arrested? Another problem was presenting itself now, too - I needed to piss. All guys do, when they first get up, don't they? So I banged on the door, hoping to get someone to come. It sounded curiously "dead", though, and I just got the impression there wasn't anyone out there listening. As I'd started to do something about it, my need to piss was now almost unbearable, and I looked at the bucket - there was nothing for it, was there? The sound of my big stream of gold hitting the metal was odd - we all get used to pissing in lavatories and urinals, don't we, and you're not used to hearing your piss splash against bare metal, which is itself acting as a sort of amplifier. Still, it was good to at least get rid of that problem, and I massaged my cock to get the last few drops of piss out - well, you need to, don't you? Even though I didn't have one of those very long, droopy foreskins hanging long past the end of my cock, I wasn't "cut" like some of the guys on the team: you could always see my piss slit as my 'skin covered about half my cock head, but even so it was possible for piss, sweat and the odd bit of pre-cum to get caught under it and it was just as much trouble as having a full 'skin to keep clean. In some ways I envied the guys on the team who were cut, as it seemed to be easier for them to remain "sweet" and fresh - ...
    you never know, after all, when the opportunity to get a good sucking off from a woman you've picked up will arise, do you? We often talked about things like this in the bath after matches, but I told them they didn't know what they were missing -when you wank, having your 'skin slide backwards and forwards over your cockhead is fantastic - I don't know how those cut guys manage! It was odd, really - usually when I've had a heavy night of drinking I wake up with a raging thirst, and although there was nothing to drink, I didn't feel all that thirsty. So I didn't think I'd had a big d***k last night then done something to get me locked up. And the police took stuff like your belt, didn't they, to stop suicides, not all your clothes? So why was I here? And where the fuck was "here"? I tried banging n the door again, but it still sounded "dead", so the only other thing to do was to go and lie down again on the bed. I pulled the blanket over me and just lay there - I was worried, now, as I hate having things in my life I can't explain. There was absolutely nothing to do, so I decided to have a wank - that always passes the time, doesn't it, and takes your mind off other things? So I spat big gobs onto my hand, and started to lubricate my cock with it and gradually began to stroke myself into that special place you go to when your climax is near. Oh shit! I stopped suddenly, as I remembered where I was - just the blanket, and me. Somehow I didn't want to shoot all over the blanket ...
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