Massage Parlor Horror

Massage Parlor Horror

Julian loved going to Asian Massage parlors.  Even though it was usually understood that all these establishments specialized in “rub and tugs”, he found that the majority of the ones he frequented at one time or another were actually legitimate…or maybe they were just legitimate for him.

This is exactly the reason he loved going to this particular one near his house as often as he did.    Not only did they give great massages, but they also seemed to excel in the “happy ending”.   His only frame of reference was past and present women in his life, who often lacked the finesse and gentle wrist motion that these women possessed.   Many of his past and present lovers would use the same tact with his penis as one would use to “start up a lawnmower.”  More importantly, these Asian women, many of whom were immigrants based on their heavy accents and broken English, gave superb massages, greatly superior to those you would find at “legitimate” corporate spas, often at double the cost.  He felt that this was the better of two worlds. 

At 6’ tall, with an athletic swimmers build, Julian’s good looking Asian features had no trouble attracting women.  He abhorred body hair and kept himself almost completely shaved.  This was mutually beneficial at these parlors for he loved the feel of a hot oil massage over his smooth skin, as the masseuses often appreciated the fact they did not accumulate clumps of hair between their fingers as with some of their more hairy clients.

Since Julian was a semi regular at this parlor, having patronized this parlor for the past few years, he was recognized by all of the masseuses. On this particular day, they were glad to see him since the long holiday weekend was upon them, the parlor was much slower than normal.  As for Julian, this meant he did not have to be at work until for the next three days.  A much deserved long weekend, where all he planned on doing was relaxing and enjoying a few days of peace and quite away from his often hectic life.  

As usual, he was led into the room where he disrobed entirely, laid face down on the table and covered his backside with the small hand towel they provided.  The masseuse came in as usual, covered his body from neck to toe with hot oil and began her usual massage.  This was what Julian loved the most.  He felt himself drifting into a state of nirvana as the masseuse slowly rubbed the hot oil into his smooth skin. 

Unbeknown to him outside, and entirely different set of events was taking place.  The manager of the parlor, and middle aged Asian woman of nondescript features and appearance was on the phone speaking to a man on the other end to set forth a plan that had taken a month to organize.   Unfortunately, it involved Julian.

This parlor actually was a front for sex trafficking, and many of the masseuses were the product of this trafficking.  They were taken from their native countries with the promise of endless opportunities, only to work in establishments like these for pennies on the dollar.  The sex traffickers not only imported these young ladies but also exported men and women to anywhere in the world for the right price.   Fortunately, as in this case, there was always someone willing to pay the price. 

The syndicate had received an order for a young Asian male fitting Julian’s specifications one month earlier by a wealthy businessman.  Throughout their network, Julian had been selected and it was just be a matter of time before the plan was put into place.  The only variable would be the next time Julian came into the parlor.  They knew he only came in on the weekends, so it was just a waiting game.  They had actually been ready for the past three weekends only to be disappointed. 

Today was the day though.   Fortunately for them, it was also a long weekend and Julian probably would not be missed to the point of actual concern until the following Tuesday.   Not that they could have planned this though.   After all, being that he was unattached at present time, it would not be at all unconceivable for him to spend a few days at a exclusive resort to recharge without telling anyone. 

The plan was simple.  Two men working for the syndicate were to come in posing as police officers under the guise of raiding the massage parlor for illegal activities.  Julian would be faced down, completely naked, and unable to see what was going on right away.     

Twenty minutes into his massage, the plan was set forth.   Two Asian men in their mid-forties wearing black Nike track suits came in through the back door which looked out into an alley designed for deliveries to the various businesses in this strip mall.  Being a weekend, the alley was naturally pretty quiet with little or no activity.  Other than the white delivery van these men came in, the alley was completely devoid of activity. 

They casually walked up to the shut door of the room Julian was currently receiving his massage.  One of the men grabbed the door and as he opened it, yelled, “Don’t move police!  This is a raid.”

Julian was too shocked to react.  Before he could possible think of even lifting his head and turning around, he felt a metal prong on the back of his thigh and than excruciating pain. The man that followed had applied a hand held stun gun to him that quickly immobilized him rendering him semi-unconscious.  In less than a second, the man with the stun reached in his pocket and produced a set of handcuffs and legs iron.  He quickly cuffed Julian’s hands behind his back, fastening his ankles together, while the first man produced a black bag and placed it on his head.  The bag had a draw string to which he quickly fastened around his neck.  With a third pair of handcuffs, the man connected the chain of the handcuffs and leg irons together, so now Julian was in a hogtie. 

Not wasting a moment, the men each grabbed an arm and dragged a limp Julian off of the table and roughly dropped him harshly on his chest.   An audible oomph rushed out of his mouth.  They than grabbed the bed sheet covering the table he was previously lying and loosely wrapped it around his naked body.  With the bed sheet around him, they were able place him in the awaiting van without hopefully raising suspicion even if someone were to see them. After all this was a massage parlor and these men were likely just doing something with the laundry. 

Inside the van, Julian naked, in the dark, was slowly regaining his senses.  He tried the bonds only to have them dig painfully into his skin.  Try as he may, he attempted unsuccessfully to shake the black sac off his head by thrashing about, only to stop after a few minutes when he realized the futility of his efforts.

Julian tried desperately to cry for help, but the lingering affects of the stun gun made it impossible for him to form audible words.  Before he had any more time of recover, the sheet was pulled off of him leaving him lying completely exposed in the middle of the van.  The black sac was than unceremoniously yanks off only to be replaced by a blindfold and a large inflatable ball gag.  His mouth still lay agape from the affects of the stun gun, so insertion of the gag was met with no resistance whatsoever.  Once fastened to the back of his head, one of he kidnappers began pumping it so that the gag now filled his mouth.  Even though his muscle coordination was about to recover with the next few minutes, the gag prevented any real sound from leaving his lips once he was able to speak again.  As he lay there faced down, gag in mouth, he heard the clinking of heavy chains approaching the back of his head.  This preceded cold metal encasing his neck, as a two inch thick steel collar was locked in place and than attached via the chain to an eyebolt in the middle of the floor of the cargo van.  Certainly the intended purpose from the van’s designers was not as a means to secure human cargo, but at the same time, it worked more than effectively in this specific case. 

Julian could not quite wrap his head around what was happening.  One moment he was enjoying the soft touch of the masseuse, and the next he was chained naked in the back of a van.  He heard the men jump out of the back and into the two front seats.  The engine started and they were moving.  Try as he might not that the effects of the stun gun were waning, he could not move in any manner to free him or to alert others that he was being kidnapped.

The van drove for what felt like two to three hours non-stop.  After a few twists and turns, they had gotten onto the highway.  Based on his non-specific estimation of time and speed, he concluded that they may have at least traveled at least one hundred miles before he felt the car decelerate, a few more twists and turns on the streets, and than to its final stop. 

So many thoughts were filling his mind.  Why?  What were their intentions?  Up to this point, he had not been harmed in any way.  Unfortunately, this was soon going to change as the van drove up to its final destination.  The van had driven up through a set of twelve feet high wrought iron gates whose road let to a palatial ranch house.  It was the only house for miles, its nearest neighbor being three miles down the road. 

The van finally stopped.  Julian heard the two men getting, and than proceeded to open the two swinging doors in the back of the van.  His neck chain was unlocked at the level of the eyebolt, with the steel collar continuing to encase his neck.  He was dragged out the back and placed on waiting medical gurney, much like the ones ambulances use.   None of his bonds were unfastened, so he lay there, atop the gurney, in a as he was in he van. 

“What a fine specimen.  Is that him?  I can’t wait to see what he looks like.”  This was the first words he had heard through the entire ordeal.  The two men who kidnapped him had not spoken once in his presence.  The voice he heard sounded like an older gentleman, possibly in his mid fifties based on the tone of his voice.  He than felt the touch of a rough hand gently graze the small of his back down over the crack in his ass and briskly touching the back of his testicles. 

“Take him down to the basement,” said the old man.  They gurney was than wheeled into a small elevator where it soon descended into the awaiting basement.  Being blindfolded and gagged, all Julian could do was to just lay there, helpless as he was being transported into his new home.  He did not know it at the time, but that was the last time he would smell the fresh outside air.

The old man went by the name of Irvin Greene.  He was actually the beloved face and owner of a chain of casual dining restaurants throughout the United States.  One would be hard pressed to find someone who had not heard of his restaurants or even heard of him. However, he had a side to him which nobody knew.  He enjoyed procuring male subjects and using them as play toys to satiate his sadistic pleasures.  Moreover, he preferred doing this exclusively to men.  His vast fortune had allowed him to buy one of his many houses around the world in this secluded part of the county.  He had commissioned a company to build this basement under the guise of a bomb shelter, but as soon as they were finished, he personally transformed it into a dungeon/torture chamber. 

The chamber had multiple rooms.  In many respects, it actually could serve as a very comfortable apartment in actual event of an apocalyptic event.  In the room currently, the play room he called it was adorned with the usual racks of whips, chain, gags, dildoes, butt plugs etc.  In the middle were various pieces of furniture, a dog cage, stockade, whipping post etc.  Actually there probably was not a piece of bondage equipment one could think of that was not in there. 

In the adjoining room was the bedroom where a plush four poster bed adorned with all the bondage accoutrements to secure a captive in such as way as to leave him open to sexual torment.  Most often, Mr. Greene had tied his captive’s spread eagle facing up or down as he had his way with them.

The third room a small jail cell, once again with multiple eyebolts to secure a prisoner. It contained nothing but a drain in the middle.  There were no vestiges of the type of prison cell one often saw on television with a bunk bed, toilet and sink.  Just a brick encased room, with a thick glass front so the prisoner could always be seen. 

During this time, Julian rested on the medical gurney as it was wheeled into the playroom.  Irvin Greene proceeded to walk over his prone, bound body and gently ran his hand up and down the entire length of his body.  This made Julian cringe and with an audible muffled cry as he did so.   Mr. Greene, almost like a collector of sorts determined this sample to be of exquisite nature.  His body reacted to this with a partial erection. 

Being that Julian was not actually attached to the gurney Irvin was able to hook a hand behind his elbow, and with a sudden ferocity, yanked him from the gurney only to have him fall awkwardly and painfully on his left shoulder.  Rather than fall back on his chest, he fell backward, on his bound hand and feet.  Julian much rather would have preferred to have fallen on his chest as being his back left him considerably exposed.  In fact, he was totally exposed for the first time during this ordeal. 

“Shaved completely!  What a pleasant surprise.”  Irvin looked down at his newly acquired prey in great anticipation.  Anticipation of the sadistic pleasures he was soon to inflict. 

Slowly he knelt down and gently at first caressed Julian’s penis.  Julian tried to squirm away, but the way he would bound, he movements yielded very little actual results.  Than without warning, Irvin cupped his testicles, first slowly but deliberately, squeezed them with increasing amounts of pressure to the point the veins in his arms were starting to stand out.  Julian, at first found felt a rather dull pressure, but soon discovered that the pain was increasing to the point of unbearable.  His body tensed, not really being prepared for the excruciating pain.  He thought he could squirm away, but Irvin had such a tight hold of his testicles, combined the fact that his body actually became paralyzed from the constant insult on his balls.  He felt his body spasming in an attempt to somehow relieve the excruciating pain to no avail. 

When Irvin finally let go, he lay there panting unable to move.  Recognizing this, Irvin took this opportunity to unfasten the handcuff securing the hogtie, so that his feet fell limply to a more natural position.  He dragged Julian’s limp body to a one of the devices in the middle of the room.

The device was sort of a modified stockade where the feet and hands were secured by two parallel spreader bars on a raised bench for the knees and elbows to rest.  Once secured, the prisoner would be bound in “doggy style” with additional waist bar and steel collar at the front to help restrict movement.  The frame could be adjusted up and down with a pneumatic pump and was on wheels so that it could easily be transported with the prisoner secured. 

The device allowed Irvin access to all his holes as well as having his penis and testicles just hanging in full view completely vulnerable to any assault.   Irvin dragged him onto the bench where a steel band encircled the small of his back.  His ankles were unlocked one at a time and placed in the steel manacles as were his hands.  Lastly, his neck was secured into the yoke.  The height of the device allowed Julian’s knees to rest on the platforms.  Now that he was comfortable with Julian’s position, he proceeded in removing his mask and gag. 

Julian blinked a couple time’s trying to take in the afore described setup.  He looked around dumbfounded.  He thrashed his bonds but with no avail.

“Hello Julian,” said the Irvin invitingly, as he would greet a dinner guest in his home.  “I’m sure you are wondering what you are doing here?”

“Let me go you sick fuck.  What the fuck to you think you are doing.  I’m going to report you and see that you rot in hell. Let me go now!  Who are you and why am I here?” screamed Julian.

“With all do respect, you’re in no position to negotiate,” said Irvin in the most pleasant of tones.  “All you need to know is that I am your new master, and you will address me as such.  As for an explanation, I don’t owe you one.”  With that he unzipped his pants, went to his knees and held his semi-erect penis up to Julian’s mouth and said “suck it now.”

Julian, immediately repulsed by this prospect, turned his head so as to avoid any alignment with the penis and his mouth.  “I’m not gay.  I don’t suck dick.”

“I actually knew you would say or maybe hoping you would say that.  My goal is to get you to beg me to suck my dick.”

“What the fuck.  You’re completely crazy.  I’ll never say that!”

With that Irvin zipped up his pant, stood up and walked behind Julian.  He tried to look over his shoulder but he yoke prevented him from fully turning around.  All he heard was a grunt from the old man, a whoosh of air and than felt the toe of his shoe plant squarely on his dangling balls.  Never in his life had he experienced such excruciating pain.  His stomach knotted up instantly, and he felt like he was about to vomit.  Before he could regain his senses, it happened again.  This time his eyes rolled to the back of his head and almost lost consciousness.  That would have been great considering the pain he was about to experience.  However, he did not.

He soon felt some cold, viscous fluid sliding down his ass crack.  Julian recognized its feel as being the same type of rubbing oil they used at the massage parlor.  Only this time it was allowed to drip between his ass crack which was slightly open as a result of his present position. Irvin rubbed the oil in and around his ass crack and than with his finger started working it into Julian’s asshole.  As much as he tried to resist, Irvin just kept pushing until a full knuckle was imbed into his asshole.

“Just relax.  Don’t fight it.”

Julian was speechless.   He had never had an ass in his finger.  The closest he ever got was a girlfriend who liked licking around there.  Never any penetration though.

I’m now going to sample the product.  He heard him unzip his pants again but this time he could only anticipate what was about to happen.  Ass rape!

He felt the tip of Irvin’s penis touch his clenched asshole.  Slowly he moved the tip around to soak up some of the lubricant, and with a deliberate motion, started easing the tip into Julian’s asshole.  As much as he tried to prevent the invading penis by clenching his asshole, he was largely unsuccessful.  The pain was excruciating.  It felt like a combination of taking a huge shit and being ripped apart.  The pressure was unbearable.  “Stop!” he screamed only to be ignored.  Irvin slowly slid the whole thing in to despite Julian’s effort to expel this beast.  He slowly worked up a rhythm, during which time Julian was in excruciating pain. Irvin pumped away for what seemed like an eternity but in reality was only about six minutes only to finally shoot his load deep into Julian’s bowels. 

Julian could not believe this.  He lay there dejected.  He had just been raped, cum was dripping out his ass and all he could do was just lay there and take it.

“OK Julian.  As I said before, you’re going to be begging to suck my dick.  However, being that I just shot my load and am somewhat advanced in age, you’re going to have to wait until I can get hard again.  During this time I’m going to do my best to ensure you’re begging me the second I can get hard again.”

This statement did not register right away, since Julian was still in shock from the rape, but looking around, he finally realized this meant torture.  Considering what he had already done to his balls, he once again tried to thrash his way out of his bonds to no avail.

“From now on you will address me as Master,” asserted Irvin.  “Like I said before, by the time I’m finished, you’ll be begging to suck my dick.  Until than, I’m going to replace the gag and the next time I give you chance, you’d better take it.” 

Julian resisted to the best of his ability.  He clenched his jaw and flung his head in an erratic manner as Irvin tried to reapply the gag.  Seeing this, he just walked calmly walked behind he, and with all his might, kicked him in the balls one more time.  This of course knocked the wind completely out of Julian.  He lay there; he mouth formed a tortured O as his body tried to assimilate the pain in his testicles.  Irvin casually replaced the gag in his mouth.

Now thought Irvin to himself, this was his time to shine.  To torture this young man in such a way that he will be begging to suck my cock. 

He went to the cabinet in the other room and came back with and electric device he had acquired.  It was a electric rod like device mink farmers inserted into the rectum on minks to harvest them for their pelts.  In this case, being that it was being used on a grown man, it just caused considerable pain without the likelihood of death as in the case of the poor mink.

Irvin plugged the unit in and inserted the probe in the still lubricated rectum of Julian who was still splayed out in the modified stockade.  He had no choice but to accept the intrusion.  Once the probe was in, Irvin pressed the button, and almost instantaneously, Julian started bucking wildly, as if he were a bucking bronco.  “Arrrrrrh he screamed into his gag.”  The pain was incredible. All his muscles clenched simultaneously as he thought this would never end. Irvin continued to depress the probe in increasing time increments, only to have Julian buck more and more wildly trying to cope with the pain and expel the intrusion with no success.  He tired to plead for him to stop by trying to beg him to suck his cock, but between shocks and the gag, Irvin was unable to understand him, or more likely, just ignored him since he was deriving so much pleasure from the torture.  Julian lay there in his bonds, panting, muscles twitching, covered by a sheen of sweat, in the most pain he had ever experienced, completely helpless to the whims of his captor.

Next, Irvin brought back a long bamboo cane from the same area.  Without so much as word, he swung the cane all over Julian’s back, ass and the back of his legs.  Every square inch of exposed skin was caned.  Irvin put all his weight behind every swing.  Julian’s scream became guttural screams, nullified only by the inflatable gag in his mouth.  It did not prevent the spit from flying out of the crevices as he became frantic to put it mildly from the pain he was suffering. It almost felt like his skin was being flayed off of his body.  To the casual observer, that was exactly what was happening.  He became a sea of purple raised welts, where blood was actually seeping through. 

The pain was excruciating.  All Julian could do was lay there in the stockade, chained doggy style as Irvin has his way with him.  At this point he was coming in and out of consciousness.  He eyes were constantly rolling toward the back of his head, his bodies way of coping the tremendous physical stress it was enduring.

Irvin in a very deliberate manner unlocked Julian’s hand and than feet from the stockade and through him to the ground where he lay in a heap.  He wheeled the contraption out of the room only to come back with a pair of leather wrist cuffs.  At this point, Julian was provided little resistance, even though he was left completely unbound for the first time since his capture.  Irvin fastened the cuffs to his wrists and walked over to a wall where he depressed a few buttons and an electrical winch started churning as it lowered a chain from the ceiling.  Irvin placed the D-bolts of the cuffs though the hook attached to the chain and with the press of another button, the winch stated to raise the chain along with Julian’s body.  He felt the strain in his arms start to increase and in his semi-conscious state though he could resist by pulling his arms toward his body.  Obviously, the winch was designed for much heavier loads than a person, and slowly but surely, despite his best efforts, the chain kept ascending toward the ceiling with an outstretched Julian attached.

At first it was just his arms that were raised, than his body and finally his legs stretched out until his body was perfectly taught, hanging by his wrists, perched on the balls of his feet.  He stared around, shaking his head, pleading through his gag for Irvin to stop only to fall on deaf ears.  Irvin presented him a pair of seven inch Mary Jane ballet boots to which he slipped over his feet.  This causes his toes to rest painfully downward not that his entire body weight rested on the tip of the shoes.  To Irvin, this was purely a sight to behold.  His fantasy some true.  A good looking young man, completely shaved, hanging by his wrists with nothing on but a pair of red ballet boots was something he often dreamed about.  Julian could not believe the sick twisted man in front of him.  He had actually attached a pair of heels to his feet.  What kind of man was this he thought to himself? 

Irvin nonchalantly attached his ankles to two steel shackles bolted to the floor.  With the press of the same button that raised the winch, Julian was once again hoisted toward the ceiling; just enough that he the chain connecting the shackles to the floor was without any slack and his toes were six inches from the ground.  He formed what would be considered an inverted Y. 

Once again, Irvin plugged another device into the wall socket.  He retrieved a tray from the other room and wheeled it in front of Julian.  The tray contained what looked like large steel rings with what looked like steel shish kabob skewers but more menacing. 

Once again, with a motion that would be characterized as nothing short of elegant, he picked up a skewer and walked over to Julian’s outstretched body.  Even though it had only been a few minutes at most, Julian’s wrists, shoulders and back were starting to feel the full effects of his weight.  They were starting to burn, and what limited motion he had did little to relieve the increasing level of discomfort.  This alone would have constituted torture.  However; Irvin had much more in mind.

He gently grabbed one of the skewers, which when examined closely was a large hollow hypodermic needle.  He walked up to Julian, grabbed one of his nipples with his left and slowly began massaging it between his thumb and fore finger until it was slightly hard.  He than placed the skewer to the side and with a constant pressure, pressed it against the nipped until it penetrated trough the other side.  What started out as a dull pressure ended with an acutely sharp pain to which Julian reacted with renewed fervor as he began to spasm within his bonds hopefully seeking refuse if not escape?  He than picked up one of the one inch steel ring which was almost completely around except for a small opening.  He placed the opening in line with the needle and as he pulled back the needle, he was able to thread the ring through his nipple. This caused renewed pain as Julian reacted with renewed thrashing in his bonds. Irvin did the same to the other nipple.

From what Julian could see, there was one more ring on the tray.  He had no idea where else this could go.  He soon realized the location when Irvin grabbed his penis.  He cried out like he had never cried out before, even before anything happened.  He was so hysterical as the prospect of having his penis pierced; he began hyperventilating with his cheeks puffing out around the gag.  This only added the Irvin’s pleasure.

Once again, with the skewer, he placed the tip in the middle of the tip of his penis, the glans for those familiar with anatomy, and skewered it with one constant stroke.  Being it was one of the most sensitive areas of the body; the pain was once again excruciating to say the least.  It made the nipple piercings seem like getting a splinter in comparison. 

He almost passed out this time but no such luck.  As before, Irvin backed a ring into the tip of his penis.  The purpose of this ring in particular would serve two fold.  It would be a constant reminder that his most intimate parts of his body were no longer under his control and for reasons of practicality, it would be a convenient areas to fasten a leash or chain so that the new captive could be lead around for future training.

Since there steel rings were incomplete, it became obvious to Julian as soon was Irvin pulled it up what the device he had plugged in earlier.  It was a soldering iron, intended to permanently affix the rings to his body.  There was not going to be a clasp for easy removal like an ear ring, but a more permanent means to affix these rings so that they could not be easily removed without anything short of a bolt cutter.  This just reaffirmed to Julian the futility of his situation.  Chained in a basement, at the mercy of a madman, with no realistic means of escape, pierced in his most intimate and private areas, was the only thing he could think about. 

As Irvin applied the solder to the rings, he was purposely somewhat careless with the metal.  On a few occasions, some of the molten metal dripped and fell onto Julian’ skin.  The areas where the metal dripped left third degree burns.  Moreover, the rings themselves became so hot as to burn as well. 

With Irvin finally done, Julian finally thought the worst was over.  What more could he do to him that could possibly cause more pain than he had already experienced. He was soon proven wrong once again.  Irvin gave the rings a few rough tugs to ensure absolute security.  When he was finally satisfied, he took the soldering in his hand and began touching it randomly on Julian’s flesh.  No place was safe from his menacing hand.  His nipples, underarms, belly, testicles, inner things etc. were all subject to the assault.  Julian was left a babbling mess as he tried once again to free himself from the bonds, just to get away from the pain.  His body was peppered with third degree burns, as these would serve as a permanent branding, even though randomly distributed.  His skin was emblazoned with fire, the damage permanent, having possibly crossed a point of no return.  This combined with the raised bleeding flayed skin on his back caused to become hysterical.  He finally lost complete control and actually began to piss and shit himself. 

Just when he though he could take no more and was on the point of actually passing out, the chain in the ceiling suddenly became slack and Julian came crashing down to the floor with his hand still bound in front of him and his ankles bound to the floor. 

Irvin walked over and undid his gag as he lay panting on the floor in shock, crumbled in a heap of flesh. “Do you have anything to say to me?”

“Please Master, let me suck you cock!”

“What did you say?”

“Please Master, let me suck you cock!”  With that, Irvin walked up to Julian, unzipped his pants and placed his cock up to his lips as he struggled to maintain a position conducive to giving a blowjob.  Having never given a blowjob before, only receiving them and seem them performed in porno movies, Julian was sort of a fish out of water.  However; it was just sucking dick after all.  He placed his lips around Irvin’s cock and started sucking away.  After about five minutes of constant sucking, Irvin’s body stiffened and he blew his load in Julian’s mouth.  “If one drop hits the ground, what you just experienced will be child’s play in comparison.”

Julian fought back the urge to vomit and greedily slurped ever drop of cum and shot from Irvin’s mouth and swallowed.  He actually gagged a couple of time, but was able to maintain his composure enough to complete the task. 

With that Irvin walked away, with Julian still shacked by his ankles to the floor.  Julian collapsed in an exhausted heap.  Before I come back, I want all this shit and piss cleaned up.  Julian realizing that he was not going to be freed and there was no mop around and began frantically cleaning his own shit and piss with his tongue.  Anything he could do to avoid more torture.  Little did he know, it wasn’t going to make a difference!