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PREVIEW—INTEROFFICE SPANKING [CTS#40 ] |
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Mr. Sear is looking for Tony gain. Seems like whenever he needs Tony in the front office, Tony is nowhere to be found. Seems Tony is always hanging out at reception flirting with Julie the big-titted receptionist, or Tony is smoking on the loading dock with his buddies, or like today, looking at pussy magazines in the warehouse men’s room while jerking off. Tony’s not exactly bright and it seems he’s forgotten to lock the door. Mr. Sear had about given up looking and went to use the remote men’s room himself. What a big shock he got as he flung the door open on Tony stroking his big Italian cock, juice dribbling down to his balls, and pinching his big-boy nipples. Mr. Sear, deservedly, goes berserk and resorts to the violent, degrading punishments of his own youth. He demands that Tony submit to an old-fashioned, bare-butt spanking right there over the toilet. Tony fears that if he refuses, only further humiliation will befall him. Perhaps Julie the receptionist will hear of his sexual self-abuse. So he arches out his fine rump for the handsome Mr. Sear to inflict his wrath upon. Flinging his tie over his shoulder, Mr. Sear gets down to some serious work on young Tony’s firmly-fleshed butt cheeks as Tony leans over the crapper. Tony is moaning and grinding into Mr. Sear’s lap as he smacks and flails on Tony’s very red ass. Much to Tony’s humiliation, when he stands up it seems he has leaked and seeped all over the front of Mr. Sear’s pants. Mr. Sear is on a rampage now. He want a full day’s work from his horny warehouse men, and he lies in wait till he knows Mark, the hirsute warehouse manager, is jerking off to Tony’s discarded pussy books. He seems almost delighted to surprise Mark as he jerks his big cock and hairy balls. Tony is enlisted to help punish the hairy stud. Mark’s pretty tough and takes it like a man. But wait till you see his face when Mr. Sear takes off his belt to up the power of his abuse on Mark’s well-muscled ass. Tony is forced into service as well, and both handsome men focus their rage and their belts on the writhing and struggling Mark, leaving stripe after stripe on his smooth cheeks. Both men have stripped to the waist and you can see their finely built bodies flex and pump as they swing their belts mercilessly on the jerking and yelling Mark. As all three men sweat from the exertion the smell of manliness fills the hot warehouse office. Mr. Sear has become fascinated with the pattern of the criss-crossing welts on his young employee’s hard butt-cheeks. Mark is degraded beyond belief at having his boss and his buddy see him humiliated like this, a grown man humping the warehouse desk as each stroke of the belt lays into his butt and his cock gets harder and harder. He begins to arch his ass out to meet the belt and mutters, “Yes, oh god...more...” CTS #40 |
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