The sound of a paddle making contact with Yuri's naked butt reverberated through the room. It also excited him greatly. A bi guy whose preference was men, it seemed that the easiest way - perhaps the only way - for a woman to get him hard was to inflict pain. He was getting that now in spades. In her role as Mama-San, Leslie had good reason to punish him, seeing that he had an illicit homo dicking in the previous scene. The Soapland was not a place where customers could go off by themselves and have unsupervised sex (more on that later).
For the present, here and now, Yuri's cock was smoldering; it was uncanny the way it reacted to punishment, and it was just like Monica to exploit that quirk as best she could. His penis did what it was supposed to; it was vibrant and pulsating, and if his rig wasn't at its ten-inch maximum it was pretty damn close. It was a weird sight to behold, since he was so short. A ten-incher on a man who stood five foot three was more than an oddity; it was freakish, but you couldn't look away. It enabled him to hold his own, even when competing against veteran studs such as William or Dan. From a Donkey perspective, it defined him. It was Yuri's signature, his claim to fame, and a source of arousal for those fortunate enough to appreciate the subtle intricacies of penis adoration.
He had arrived at the Soapland with his mother, who explained to Mama-San that her son had developed homosexual tendencies. She was convinced it was because he was too shy to approach women. Leslie called for Sydney to come out, and Yuri's mother approved of the choice. Sydney may have been tall, ungainly, plain and nerdy, but she was a college-aged woman in prime physical condition, and the sight of her striding confidently to the front desk wearing nothing but a skimpy thong bikini was an eye-pleaser. No wonder she met with approval from Yuri's mother, who was thinking that if this plain looking girl could get her son to cum then any women ought to be able to get him off, and hopefully he'd lose his fear of girls and begin to date them. And there shouldn't be a problem getting him to cum. This was a Soapland, after all; a dead man could cum here. All her poor, misguided son needed was the touch of a woman's hand on his pecker and he'd be a homo no more. She said all this in Japanese to Mama-San, who simply nodded in agreement. Subtitles would be included on the English-language version. When they departed for the changing room the top of Yuri's head reached the backside of Sydney's bikini bra.
Leslie wasn't the only one beating on the young man, for Amazonian Sydney wasn't about to be left out, and she worked him over from the front side while Mama-San spanked his bottom. Sydney was chosen specifically because she towered over Yuri. It reeked of femdom even if she turned out to be a pussycat, which of course she wasn't. She had been a professional domme, which was her original ticket to Donkey-world. She had since bonded with James, becoming a live-in girlfriend and fiancée-in-waiting, but that's neither her nor there. No stranger to the task before her, she expertly lashed Yuri's cock with a leather strap. While it did a lot of damage to his shaft, it only served to inflame him even more. To a trained dominatrix like Sydney, his arousal could be a good thing, or maybe not. For the purpose of the
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video, it was not, and the tall, geeky, plain-looking-but-still-sexy, finely tuned, college girl used her long, muscular leg to deliver an aggressive kick to his unprotected balls.
"You asked for it, motherfucker," she sneered, right before launching the nut-cruncher. There was no way of predicting accuracy, one might suppose, but Sydney knew her way around testicles. No surprise then, she scored a bulls-eye, a direct hit, whose swift execution was visually stunning. Poor Yuri, thought Leslie.
He was fortunate that Sydney was barefoot, otherwise the blow might have been lethal, and it might have killed a lesser man regardless, but whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? Yuri thrived on this sort of stuff. As it was, he lay crumbled on the floor, holding his precious jewels, rolling in agony, cringing and yelping in pain. Yet, despite it all, he retained much of the firmness in the area where it mattered most. That was his calling card, but it also set Sydney off.
"You leave me no choice, scumbag." She saw Yuri's erection as a taunt, an act of defiance, a slap in the face. He had to be taught the hard way if he were to learn who was in charge at the Soapland. Here's a hint; it wasn't him.
Sydney strapped on a dildo, laid him on his back, lifted up his legs, and began to pump his rectum ferociously, as if she wanted to rip in in two. The goal was for him to achieve an orgasm without his penis being touched, a realistic goal, based on past experience, but someone forgot to tell Yuri, for the sensual sensation of a domme pounding his ass got him so focused on sexual gratification that he grabbed his dick started yanking on it.
The director had been hoping for a 'no-hands' cum shot, but she was willing to settle for her choice, which was a healthy dose of semen flying out of his rod regardless of the method, and in this she was not disappointed. Sydney paused mid-thrust to watch sperm shower, a smile of contentment on her face, and Mama-San let out a slight giggle. The scene ended with him licking cum off of his hand while Sydney brandished the leather strap in his face as a warning against further transgressions. Anther image for the website, so it would seem.
One more scene and they'd be done. It involved Herman, again wearing the cock clamp, running wildly through the facility and being chased by Carol, his bather. Also in the chase was Darryl, a few seconds behind. Owing to age he didn't run, but walked fast, and his massive genitalia swayed to-and-fro. That was a takeaway; in the video's final version his pendulum swing would be shown in slow motion, Monica imagining that a lot of viewers would spill their juice over that one. Lastly, there was Liz, who brought up the rear of the chase pack, running behind Darryl. Her ample breasts were swinging wildly too, and they quickly freed themselves from the burden of their white bikini top. That was a good thing.
Everyone eventually caught up with everyone, as Herman ran into a dead end inside the bathing room. Encumbered with a clamp on his penis, the little guy was in no condition to release any seed, but his cute butt was more than willing to accept a few swats from Carol's hand. Liz had something else on her mind. Since her breasts were already bared, it seemed a natural progression to wrap them around Darryl's cock, which got a warm and welcoming tit massage, and his dong turned into a flagpole before her very eyes, which was cause for her to purr and coo with delight.
Darryl was horny; he had been walking around naked all day and this was his first sex scene, and it was to be a corker, a full-on copulation. He wasted no time in helping Liz out of her thong and it took but a few licks to get her moist. His cock needed no further stimulation, and he filled her orifice with his gigantic tool. Darryl didn't simply penetrate her; he impaled her. It went in deeper than any cock had ever been, and it sent Liz over the edge. Damn, the old geezer had found her sweet spot! Her moaning got louder and louder, she writhed uncontrollably, and it became the center of attention. It allowed Carol to give her hand a breather, and it gave Herman's butt a chance to cool off. It also gave the director what she wanted, which was senior citizen spunk to make an entrance. That was forthcoming, but not before a potential crisis had been avoided, for Darryl had started to run out of energy halfway through the fuck and his cock began to soften slightly. But Liz recognized it, saw that he was fatigued, and moved quickly to get him on his back, after which her mouth brought him back up to performance standards.
Once rigid, she climbed on board for the ride of her life, sliding up and down, taking on as much meat as her pussy could handle. The old man still had something in reserve, even after filling her up, so there was leftover cock for the cameras to dwell on. A change in position didn't reduce Liz's pleasure. She was in ecstasy, and Darryl soon joined her there. His cock was rejuvenated. He too began to pant louder, and one could sense that the moment was near.
"That's it, I'm cumming," he announced. "I'm gonna cum...oh yeah!"
The big-titter, who had waived her fee for the chance of working with the whopper, pulled it out of her cunt and jerked it. Darryl was aching for a release, so it only took a few hand strokes for a couple of mid-sized jizz-squirts to spring forth, which was enough to satisfy all concerned parties. The biggest concern, it seemed, was getting Liz to release her hold on the big thing. She reveled in it, even as softened. She found it an erotic thrill to turn the old man on, although one wonders whether she'd feel that way had his dick been smaller. But at least she could now cross something off of her bucket list; she got to fuck and suck a bone so big that she couldn't get it all in.
And just to set the record straight, Donkey paid Liz, despite her willingness to work for free.
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had taken a toll on Jane's valet. Herman had been forced to wear the penis clamp two days straight; he had been spanked, reamed with an ungodly vibrating dildo, been on the receiving end of a sperm bath from someone he didn't find particularly appealing, he had gone all day without a release of his own, and that new girl, Lisa, really rang his bell and, worst of all, he couldn't even jerk off. But his future was looking up. Jane asked what he wanted for his birthday, which was fast approaching. The nearly nineteen-year-old man said he wanted her as his sex slave for one whole day. She gave him one hour. "You can do anything you want," she said. "You're lucky; a lot of men would love to be in your place."
"Dan was pretty lucky last night," he replied.
"Yes, but Dan didn't get to do what he wanted; he did what I wanted."
"He's a man's man," Herman observed. "He really got you screaming."
