Sporty Master Nick returns to the Top's lockeroom after a lengthy, hawt perspired game of cricket, just as Master Mike manhandles a recent fuck toy into the room, carrying a sub with ease like a trophy and muffling any cries with his hand gagging it's throat. This sub is going to acquire ruined this day.

Securing the in natures garb bottom's wrists to his hips with constricted binds of rough rope, Nick finds a fresh use for his pungent perspired cricket box... Relieving Mike's hand as a gag over sub jason's throat.

The sub, mesmerised from the smell of Master Nick's crotch perspiration ingrained on the protective shield, this chab is hand slapped hard across the face and ordered to feast on the stinky plastic with his tongue, lapping at the dank surface to clean it. Mike tightly clutches the sub's face hole as jason goes to work as ordered - Nick wishes to watch the box gleaming in advance of this guy is finished.

Nick drops his cricket whites to disclose a moist perspired jockstrap under. Squatting over the sub's face that guy replaces the cricket box with his gazoo cheeks, ordering the bottom to use his tongue to clean each inch of the white belts on his shlong. Starting from the join of the thongs just over Nick's deliciously bushy booty aperture, sub jason struggles to reach the waistband from his prone position, licking Nick's bumhole instead.

Master Mike demands the bottom actually work for his awards this day. Tying off jason's wang and testicles with greater quantity rough rope, Mike places a enormous weight on the end of the binding and suspends it from the ceiling. The restraint tugs on the sub's 10-pounder and balls, pulling em away from the rest of his body and placing em in permanent painful castigation.

Shouting at the sub to stick his tongue out, Nick lifts and drops his butt several times onto jason's throat, ramming the sub's "dirty little tongue" into his rectal hole. Mike desires his aperture screwed by jason's slobbering tongue so the Top's exchange poses, Mike hand slapping and verbally abusing the sub to receive his orders across.

The rope restraints wrapped around jason's sore, reddening genitals acquire Nick's attention. Trussed up like a chicken willing for roasting, this heartless, inventive Top has one more idea on how to compound the sub's suffering. Fetching a batch of brand fresh garments pegs, Nick starts clamping their depraved jaws one by one onto the sensitive skin of the writhing bottom's ball sack.

Loaded with pegs jason's bollocks look like a porcupine. With solely a small in number pegs left, Master Mike knows exactly where that guy craves Nick to clamp em for maximum, painful effect. The bell-end of the sub's wang. Pain and joy all blurred into one.

Taking off his perspired jockstrap, Nick uses it as a face mask on the sub, tightly stretching the soaked material like a second skin across jason's nose and throat. Everything the sub smells and tastes from now on will be tinged with the pungent flavours of Nick's booty and penis. What a award for such an undeserving bastard. Master Mike is quick to think of a way for the sub to repay Nick's kindness. Pinching and slapping jason's nipps, Mike makes em stand proud, willing for him to lock on 2 greater quantity excruciatingly painful pegs.

The sub gasps for air throughout the seasoned material of Nick's jockstrap. The pegs, pinged by the Tops, fire shots of pang throughout his body.

Mike gobs into the sub's gazoo gap, fingering it in readiness for the next perverted assault. Grabbing his cricket bat, Nick does the honours, plunging the thick wooden handle unfathomable into jason's lustful ass. The rubber clutch on the handle adds some resistance but Nick pretty soon builds a rhythm, twisting the bat handle as that guy copulates the groaning sub with it.

Jason, ordered to eat Mike's wazoo out whilst that guy receives screwed with the bat, has nearly ground to a halt. Maybe his throat is dry? His Masters can cure that. Demanding the sub open's his face hole and sticks his tongue out, Mike is 1st to gob, spit and drool some oral pleasure relief, making jason gulp his Master's phlegm in advance of delivering some other load. Like a tag team the Tops exchange poses, Mike now plunging the bat into jason's gazoo whilst Nick drools greater quantity sputum into the sub's wide open face hole.

To make sure the sub's thirst is quenched Nick unloads a bellyful of Master's piddle str8 from the tap, filling jason's face hole and face hole with his warm yellow nectar. From his prone position the ungrateful sub cannot drink the volume of make water being delivered, damaging as that guy tries to ingest what he's being given, much to the amusement of his 2 Masters.

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