Dale didn’t look back as Michael walked towards the wet room, his ass had been burning all day, and he wanted, no he needed a hard workout bad. And as he walked down the dimly lit corridor clad only in his black jock with the deep red strip, black boots, and his thick leather harness with a wide metal cock ring that was wrapped tightly around his ballooning cock, and smooth hairless balls his cock grew steadily harder. His cock quickly became rigid as the various sounds of the fisting room filter into his ears. And when he turned the corner into the room he could no longer control his orgasm as his cock jerked several times uncontrollably; causing his jock to fill with cum. He didn’t actually have on full on orgasm, just a slight stimulation emission. The Fisting/sling room was set up like a military barracks. It was a long and narrow room with slings and fisting benches set up along each side. The lighting was dim but adequate to see. Each station was set up with all the supplies you would need to get your ass manipulated and destroyed in any way you could handle. Dale stood in the doorway taking in all the sexual action. Several of the benches
