c-balls

In this pic I'd been on display for about half an hour, as the prize at a four man poker game. They were all big fans of bondage and dance tights on men. During the game they were allowed to touch any part of me except my cock and balls. The nightstick was held against my throat, brushed inside my thighs, and wedged between the chair and my buttcrack. When the game was done the nightstick was set aside and the winner had two of his buddies hold my legs apart, the third one kiss me and caress my face, and he slid his wet tongue from my taint up to the tip of my cock, filling his mind with the scent of horny cock pulsing through wet spandex. They slowly moved me forward on the chair. Once I was in that dreamy "worship me, I'm beautiful" headspace that cute dumb jocks get, the kissing stopped, my legs were locked open and the wet tongue went away. I didn't see the winner's fist as it slammed into my nuts, but I was forced to watch as the other three guys took a shot. My "aww fUUUcks"

The guy has me pinned against a wall, held by the wrists. I tense as he slowly slides his knee up between my legs, coarse denim against sleek spandex, I feel its gentle pressure against my crotch, feel it sliding from my balls up my stiff, upright cock and back down. Again, that slow caress -- is he really jerking me off with his knee? Who does that?! And fuck, why is it working? So fucking turned on. That huge knee, that knee could smash fire into my nuts -- and probably will, he's messing with me. No. Definitely will. He likes dragging this out. He's so fucking strong. I'm strong, I'm a jock, but ... this guy. Twenty-five years older and he