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I smiled as I gazed down at my obedient, naked little sub, hogtied on the kitchen counter with an apple in his mouth. ìThere, my little turkey is all ready for his stuffing.î I moved down to palm his swollen testicles; theyíre trussed up with a tightly fitting leather strap which extended around the base of his cock and on up the chubby shaft in a series of rings. My fingers then traced down to his cute asshole, and I massaged it with my fingertips. Then I retrieved a large scoop of oil and began working it into his ass. ìThatís it, open up for me.î I purr, until heís good and lubricated. Then I moisten a clear butt plug, heís graduated up to the widest one. I shove it in, a little too quickly, and he yelps into the apple. ìGood boy, you can take it, canít you?î Now itís time for the fun. I grab a wooden spoon, and give his balls a quick sharp tap. He cries out, writhing in pain. ìWeíll have this meat tender in no time.î I tell him, rapping him on the balls again with the spoon. I pick up a metal spatula and hold it before he eyes. ìOnly the best for such tender flesh.î I whack his balls smartly and smile again at his groan of pain.
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