I watched the young jock lying face down on the leather swing, blindfolded and whimpering. He was trapped now. Nothing could save him from the dirty old man, whose aged hands gripped the jock’s ankles while rocking his naked body hard from behind, sweaty slam after sweaty slam. Sometimes, another dirty old man would stand on the other side of the jock and grab a fistful of hair while thrusting into his mouth, but not in this one. Just the two in this one.
I stroked my super-hard c**k with the last bit of my bottle of lube, making a quick mental note to buy some more. My fingers moved back and forth from n****e to n****e as a boost, causing my eyes to get heavy in delight. That jock boy had been way too naughty. He’d done something to annoy the old man. Instead of a hand or a paddle for pu
