For the next few days, I kept myself ready to answer his call at any time: waxing my private parts and dilating my mouths. Finally, he called me. Entering his garden, I noticed on the left, a bamboo grove and one further, a Bifora testiculata, a rare species in our regions, he must have been somewhat fond of botany! After my ringing, the opening followed the agreed protocol. I closed the door, undressed and naked, headed for the shower. Martin congratulated me on my promptness. He made the water run hotter and hotter then soaped me, lingering on my breasts which he made the nipples squirt. At my crotch, he kneaded my cock in all directions, compressing my testicles to the ground. Turning around, satisfied to find it there, he played with the plug, making it come and go faster and faster until it comes in and out without my noticing. Then, tired, he let my orifice yawn and directed the jet of water towards my open eyelet. The water spread through my bowels and came out with the last slag. He then plunged the pommel dildo, of a larger volume than the previous one, into the anus.-You will soon be ready. You impress me.Ceasing these foreplay, he dried me off. And taking a chain, he attached the clamps to me attached to its ends with erect nipples. This is how he forced me to follow him in his stay. I barely held back a cry of pain.- Don't make yourself cozy, your breasts must also suit me!He showed me a piano stool.- Lie on your stomach on it.The stool was not there for me to play this string instrument. My body was going to be the instrument of his score. With thin cords, he tied my arms and legs to the foot of the stool. In this position, I expected to receive a visit from André, I had the ass offered and no possibility of refusing myself. He let me rave about the profanation promised last time for long minutes. When he returned, he had a necklace that I took, at first glance, like the one he had made me wear to visit his lair. I was wrong. Centered on a red ball that he lodged in my mouth, he strapped it to my neck. My lips were distended by the machine, I could no longer speak, I began to drool.-Your mouth must also adapt to the size of my penis. By this also I must be able to enjoy in you. You'll have to make a habit of gobbling up such large objects in your home, Abel, won't you?And he gave me a nice spanking, making sure that each buttock moved away from the other with each stroke.There, I must admit that he did well to hit me. The pain I felt allowed me to forget the anguish that overwhelmed me at being gagged. I had not come of my own free will to be forced in spite of myself. I understood, however, that I had no other alternative but to be cornered and consenting to this game that I had been looking for. He didn't give me time to continue my thoughts. I felt the entrance to my cellar forced by an object with flared edges that he made to come and go without difficulty. He must have greased it generously, nothing in me could slow down the expansion he imposed on me. I had never been desecrated in this way. Surprisingly, my mouth opened at the same rate as my anus. Finally, he stopped. He must have thought I deserved some rest. But, he left me the device (a bottle of Pinot?) In place. I closed my eyes, I was just an asshole. I lost consciousness of time.The doorbell rings. So it was not over yet!Martin took off the mouth gag and covered my eyes with a blindfold. I was plunged into total darkness. I couldn't see the man who had taken me the previous time. They greeted each other. Daniel stroked my buttocks and addressing his friend: -Bravo, you've finally found the pussy that will satisfy you!Then, approaching my face, he put Popaul on my lips and ordered me: -O ...

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