unzipped the fly of his trousers…pausing to savour the strung up buck’s embarrassment,
then stripping them off and tossing the warm denim into a nearby corner.
*
He hung panting in the interrogation cubicle,
a modern slave clad in nothing but his loincloth waiting for what everyone in the suddenly crowded room knew had to come next.
First they spread his legs wide, anchoring hairy ankles to eye bolts in the floor,
toying with the virile captive a while before…
*
ripping his shorts off with a theatrical flourish.
The young stud hung naked, painfully exposed to the hungry gaze of the strangers crowding the room.
His cock and balls swung unprotected between his spread legs,
shorthairs prickling in the still air as calloused hands ran a rough exploration of all of the contours of his manhood....."
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