With a shout of domination, Lance slammed a fist into the guy’s lower back. The wrestler screamed until his voice became hoarse and weak. Gay sex The wrestler immediately continued jacking the ruddy, inflamed phallus, rewarding it with massive amounts of pleasure.“Shit!” said Marco, hating his helplessness, and hating the obvious control that Lance had over his juice.The sperm coated rod made the jackoff highly effective. “I won’t let anyone hurt ‘em again—ever.”“Promise?”“I promise—if you let me play with ‘em every day,” said Eric.A grin spread across Marco’s face. “He’s ready.”Lance grinned sarcastically. “Snap him in half!”Lance bent the spine further.“Please! At long last, however, the stud had nothing left to give—no cum, no screams, no energy. I never thought you’d taste that good.”Lance released the cooperative cock, paused, then put his fingers on it again. The two naked young wrestlers walked in a circle, slowly stalking each other in the secluded, woodland clearing. Had Lance beaten him after all—and also taken his masculinity? Eric tapped Lance’s arm to announce his readiness.The wrestler secured his fingers around the throbbing tool. I wanna help ya.” He rested a hand on Marco’s shoulder and gently started to caress it.“What am I gonna do?” said the sobbing stud.
