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First Valentine

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Once again, Julian's legs were shaking.

He had lost his beach tan since becoming Addison's sex pet but now, months into captivity, his thighs were stringy with muscle and his abdomen was cut from the grueling and repetitive tensing of orgasms. Ever since he had fallen into the young giant's hands, his body had been a tiny Wonderland for the curious fingers of an introverted gay teenager.

But this morning he wasn't trembling from sexual exhaustion. For the last week his dick had been given a break. He had not been allowed to orgasm once, and like a neglected cow udder his balls were ready to burst their creamy load all over the place.

Of course, there was a practical purpose to this torture.

Addison held the little man up to his face. "Do I get a good-morning kiss?" He smiled. He had dimples big enough for Julian to penetrate. In fact, they looked pretty irresistible in the little man's current state of steaming sexual frustration.

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