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A tale of three Cities. And when they crossed sparks would fly. But for now I had gone back to the place where I spent much of my youth. I couldn't wait to get on the beach and sit in the sand and dream. I ran into an old surfing buddy and he invited to come over later because I hadn't found a place to stay yet. I spent a pleasant looking around the<b> surf </font></b>shops and picked up a nice board and went on the<b> surf </font></b>with it, just floating beyond the breakers. There were dolphins with that perpetual smile on their faces. It would turn to be an eventful but I didn't know what was in store just yet. They were exciting times and I had much joy in my simple existence. Later on I took my new board to the I was given and left it there and went back to town. A porn shop soon hooked in and I was soon engrossed with the colorful titles of erotic adventures. It was great to find a few that looked promising. I carried them in a plastic bag and found a quiet place for a meal. It was great to chill in this vibrant place again after so long in the country. When I got back to my friends place there was a few more of his buddies there and most I didn't know but we soon built up a good acquaintance. We soon began to chill with some small talk and a pot and one guy strummed his guitar in a melodic tune. One noticed my parcel in the bag and guessed what they were. "You been down the porn shop"? He asked. "Sure that's one thing I love about the city." I said. He asked for a and I just said." Go on help yourself". They passed them around amongst themselves and I saw a few looks of interest and one asked if they could take a look. The others seemed excited by this and we plonked one in the cassette player. It started off in a kind of corny way with a view of a cute bitches behind in jeans in a dusty street and when the clock struck a clunky sounding hand on she drew her gun and let off two quick shots. ( hitting the unfortunate right where the balls were). We saw the two well spaced holes and then heard a distant thud as he hit the ground. Then we were introduced to the fact that this was a "South of the range" production. (Already a few laughs). It started with that classic western music and we saw some tough Mexicans going through plates of ever increasing hot chili's. There was a curious rhythmic thudding going on in the background that we would be introduced to later. A new bowl of red chili's was placed in front of them and two signaled that they were out but one took to them with zeal! He was the toughest hombre! The camera zoomed back a bit and we saw this tough looking bitch hammering away at a punching bag. She noticed the camera was on her and gave out a smile which quickly tightened into a mean scowl when she attacked the bag with even harder punches. But she couldn't hide a of mischief. Then another sound deeper and more in depth and purposeful was heard and the camera panned over to catch another chick slugging into her bag. She looked more like a professional fighter and her sleek well trained muscles were evidence of her professionalism and my jaw dropped at the sight of her lightly tanned and trim Mexican body. Then we went straight to the next challenge. We saw the leader who won the duel with chili's up at a height that made his balls accessible and he was smoking a cigar. The first chick came over and began a warmup routine stretching her back and legs. Then he did the same flexing his parted legs and we gained an appreciation of what would follow when we saw his dick was taped onto his front giving complete access to his balls that were tied to give nuts a punching bag look. The exercised he arms a bit and threw a few air punches before she got close to him. Then the camera focused on him smoking as the hits to his balls started coming. She gave some playful dodges and switches between strikes but he was taking it fine. Then the more profession well trained bitch took over and the difference was obvious and perfectly timed and fast. We could now see his teeth and the cigar danced up and down then with some good editing we saw her begin to use his nuts as a speed bag then crossing to his we saw his distress and saw he was chomping on that cigar and his tongue dashed between his teeth. She was really pelting them balls and when she finally stopped they gingerly bought him down and he still maintained his open legged stance on the ground. Looking a more relaxed he took a swig of tequila and shook himself down and muttered something diabolical in Mexican. It was the end and one of the guys noted that that last chick boxing looked like Zanthia or Zanths as he nicknamed her. But now who the hell was Zanths? and what did she have to do with anything? The others told his story a bit at a time for him and it was soon revealed that he was a "Whipping ALT." part time and had gained some useful insights into the female mind. He'd be bound and had a headmask on to protect his identity and coundn't see of it but there were cameras put there for his protection but misused by the staff who took the captured tape home as a souvenir. We watched some of what he had and it was very interesting to me. One an old lady would come in and take the gingerly from her purse to then she would open the screen to reveal his naked bound form. She would take on a familiar dialogue like he was her and even chastising for some event he had no knowledge of. She then began to leave and then stalled returning to give his right buttock a friendly squeeze then she was gone. What tragic thing had led her to this I wondered. Some were spiteful and it wasn't uncommon for the mask to be removed to see a ALT.com in tears from the beating he had suffered at her hands. I was shocked and unnerved by what I found . About how cruel they (women) could be. Then I got the story about Zanthe that she was a regular Friday night one. Then one of them brightened up with an idea and put it to me that I could trade Rohans place behind that mask this coming Friday as this was obviously my "thing" judging from the videos I collected. He gave an approving grin and said why not. He could do with the time off. They all looked at me for confirmation and I heard a voice that must have been mine gallantly agree to do it. OMG, What have I done I thought. He then let me in on the fact that he had lost his pair years ago and they were thumping lumps of rubber. OMG again now she would have the real thing to work her fists on. That shocked but also a thrill nagged my mind. I decided to retire early and it was hard to sleep. I again had that thrill that I had years ago as a kld pierce my insides. It was wonderful to feel that again. My mind played over and over again all the experiences I'd had including the most recent one of mistakenly being taken as a pervert and there existed in her head a picture of held naked with my testies swinging naturally on their strings. |
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9/17/2021 4:52 pm |
Oh fuck! I can see where this is heading!
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