Contrary to the belief of some of my followers, (uatidefan) my taste in men is not exclusive to the pretty-boys because a ruggedly handsome hick in a pair of skin tight nut hugging Wranglers is for damn sure going to peak my interest. Watching him as he walked or stood a certain way, I could see the hint of a moose knuckle(google it if you don’t know what that means) forming between his legs(see pic 2) which probably meant he was free balling in those jeans! Now I started picturing him with a hard-on, the bulge it would form given how perfectly tight those Wranglers are and how achingly uncomfortable his cock would feel desperate to unzip and release his load. Of course that in turn activated my creatively sadistic mind.
I picture this straight stud tied to a chair, struggling frantically against the hemp ropes binding his wrist and ankles. A big red ball gag is secured tightly in his mouth as cursing and muffled pleas are barely decipherable with the expression on his face displaying anger tinged with confusion and fear. I take a minute to enjoy watching the effort he puts forth with his desperate yet unsuccessful attempts to free himself. I plug in one of those wand massagers and as I walk towards him I turn it on watching as his eyes nervously fixate on the vibrating massager in my hand, confused as to what it is and more concerning what it is I plan to do with. His body tenses and eyes widen as I place the massager between his legs kneading and working his cock through his jeans. Realizing the intent of my actions, his initial shock quickly changes to disgust as he turns his head and shuts his eyes, attempting to mentally deny the pleasure he is receiving from someone he’d least expect, another man. “Open your eyes and look at me, boy or pleasure can turn to pain really quick”, I tell him, wanting to see his facial expressions. Reluctantly, he turns his head and it is evident that he is succumbing to the pleasure by his furrowed brow, the look of ecstasy in his eyes, his teeth biting down hard on the gag, and the long steady breaths. He leans back in the chair, his body relaxes and his previous intense struggle against his bonds ceases for now. I look down at his crotch, the outline of his rock hard cock is clearly visible, pinned along his inner thigh by the tight fit of his Wrangler jeans. A quarter sized wet spot is visible near the head of his dick evidence of the pre-cum leaking from it. I continue to expertly work his cock for a few minutes until pleasure begins to turn to discomfort as his balls start to ache for release. Slowly he begins to squirm and then thrusting his hips forward while still bound to the chair he looks at me with pained eyes and utters a muffled “PLEASE”. After taking a moment to enjoy his discomfort, I reach down and unzip his fly finally freeing his cock and balls from the confines of his jeans. With a well lubed hand, I begin to slowly stroke his cock gradually increasing in intensity watching as his eyes start to roll to the back of his head and every muscle in his body tenses, letting out a guttural yell as he experiences the most intense convulsive orgasm of his life with cum shooting all over his chest, my hand, his lap and the floor. As I squeeze out the last bit of cum, he slumps back in his chair, totally spent attempting to take long deep recovery breaths as best he can with the ball gag obstructing his effort.
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