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You’re strapped down helpless to the gurney… You try to move – you must get your cock away from this guy’s fingers – but the straps are holding you down and there is no way you can get away from him… The black leather of the hood is pressing over your face, clinging to you with every breath. You feel so fucking helpless… You can feel your tight, sexy PVC jeans on your thighs and crotch… Your cock’s on the wrong side, making you much more conscious of it, making it more sensitive, more horny… His fingers are gently gripping the head, sliding over it and rubbing the frenulum lightly through the tight, shiny jeans… The bastard is using your biggest weaknesses against you and you are on the very edge… You summon every bit of concentration you possess. The honour of your Master and of your House is resting on you – you MUST NOT CUM! …
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But there is nothing you can do. You can’t fight your fetishes, and you can’t resist your biggest sexual trigger. Light touches through shiny PVC jeans. You never thought they would be able to find it. But they did. With a scream of helpless frustration you cum, and all your hot, pent-up spunk pumps out of your cock in helpless squirts into your PVC jeans under the soldier’s relentlessly milking fingers. Master Paul is not going to be pleased. Not pleased at all. But there is a huge smile on your face. You don’t fucking care.
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