(Ignoring his angry grunts through the gag, giant Miguel wiped the slime from his throbbing erection against the little Barons butt, inhaled to inflate his broad muscular chest to its most impressive, and walked slowly around the corner of the L-shaped dungeon.)
Though giant Miguel already knew what hed find, he gasped when he set eyes on young Juan Carlos, stripped naked and bound to a large X of timber known to the monks as a St. Andrews cross. The beautiful blue tights were nowhere to be seen, but the brilliant blue of Juans eyes stabbed Miguel through the heart.
While its true giant Miguel had never spoken to little Juan or seen him up close, the youths handsome face was more familiar to him than his own. Miguel rarely saw his own reflection, but hed studied Juans chiseled features hungrily every time he saw him.
How many nights had he awakened after seeing little Juan floating in his dreams, only to find himself alone, his huge cock thrashing against his chest, spewing juicy blasts of hot cum that puddled between his chest muscles and flowed down his shoulders? His last wet dream about Juan was only a few nights ago.
Though giant Miguel already knew what hed find, he gasped when he set eyes on young Juan Carlos, stripped naked and bound to a large X of timber known to the monks as a St. Andrews cross. The beautiful blue tights were nowhere to be seen, but the brilliant blue of Juans eyes stabbed Miguel through the heart.
While its true giant Miguel had never spoken to little Juan or seen him up close, the youths handsome face was more familiar to him than his own. Miguel rarely saw his own reflection, but hed studied Juans chiseled features hungrily every time he saw him.
How many nights had he awakened after seeing little Juan floating in his dreams, only to find himself alone, his huge cock thrashing against his chest, spewing juicy blasts of hot cum that puddled between his chest muscles and flowed down his shoulders? His last wet dream about Juan was only a few nights ago.