As I was making my way out of the dungeon last night, someone came up to me and said "It wasn't very patriotic of you to be hitting a soldier, especially on Remembrance Day."
Ha ha, it's true, I had a HOT HOT HOT scene with a young soldier who is now finished his two tours with the US Army and wore his uniform to Sin City last night.
Realizing he had no underwear on under his camouflage pants was disappointing to me as I wanted him out of the pants and bent over a spanker with his bottom and inner thighs available for me to use. Quickly I realized that I must find a way to save the day.
Grabbed a roll of packing tape and proceeded to quickly tape his military cap over his cock and balls and another over his ass to keep everything tucked away. Presto and instantly he was naked of ALL of his uniform, even socks and boots. With his boy bits covered in a hat and tape suddenly I had a very masculine canvas infront of me to layer sensations on.
Yummy and lucky Jennifer.
For a very long time, I did things to him that I'm fairly confident, he'd never had done to him before. His body lit up like a fireworks display as I shot electricity from my cattle prod into his ass and sensitive inner thigh region. In fact, just holding the cattle prod over his cock and touching the toy to his scrotum made him shiver and quiver, it was magnificent, watching the beads of sweat roll off his brow and down his blindfolded face.
A play partner whom I've just met, that I can take for a wild ride, in public and not have them freak out is rare, given how I like to play. I like this boy, responsive and boyish charm.
The gasps were loud as I slapped him across the face, the blindfold again was both of our friends, and he never once saw my hand coming towards his cheek, yet my hand made contact multiple slapping times over. I kissed him on the upper lip now and again to keep him grounded, his mouth hungry for mine, yet uncertain I'm sure, if he should even kiss back. What fun!
Punched his calves with my fists, HARD, over and over again. His toes splayed and spread wide, speaking what his mouth was not. He was being hurt and when the toes pointed rigid and every muscle in his legs was looking cramped I stopped punching the calf muscle and dropped to my knees on the floor, starting to massage away the wound.
Right as he was relaxing into the massage, it was time, to run a knife over his body and watch him freeze, fast. Still, unmoving. He was scared and rightly so. Nipples exploited, pinched & abused then sucked into my mouth and lapped at until sensual bliss would take over.
Punch, PUNCH, PUNCH, 10, 11 12 times in the chest, hands clenching holding tight onto the spanker to keep himself upright. Woosh, the air comes out of him from a good hit and my hand covers his mouth & nose, stopping his ability to breathe. I hang on till he starts to flail, hard. Letting go, and kissing his gasping mouth....
Are you alright? I asked him. "Green, GREEN" he keeps saying and smiling madly.
This is incredible, he says, I respond with, "I know."
