The centre light cast a weak glow, but it was enough to illuminate the centrepiece of the room, a spanking bench. Gay sex He bit down on his lip, determined not to cry out, not to give Mr. Mercer,” Steven whimpered, his voice muffled by the bench. He squinted at the clock on his nightstand—5:30 AM, the digital display blinked.He stumbled out of bed, the cold wooden floor sending a jolt through his body and shuffled over to the window. His alarm clock was blissfully mute, and the usual chorus of early morning birds was nowhere to be heard. Mercer wearing only a pair of Fruit of the Loom tighty whities.”I guess those are mine,” Andrew exclaimed looking at the beautiful young man’s physique, taking note that whilst he appeared to be terrified, his body was suggesting differently with the presents of an erection pushing the cotton fabric of the underwear. With the aid of a hidden camera, he hoped to capture the culprit in the act.
