Date: Thu, 19 Nov 2009 21:34:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Jason White <scentslave84@yahoo.com>
Subject: Transfer Student Torture - Part 4

Luckily, before he got one out, there was a loud knock on the door - "Harry
and Jeremias, your time is up."

Almost instantly, the two behemoths let me go and got up. They redressed
and walked out of the door. It seemed too easy. And then the door opened
again...

In walked this gorgeous hunk of a man clad only in a navy singlet which
hung tight to his massive muscular body. He was about 5'10" and probably
weighed in at around 200 pounds of pure muscle. His blonde hair and blue
eyes and his tanned skin made him look like a surfer but with the body of a
Greek god and all shoved into the tight lycra of a singlet. "Name's
BK. Unfortunately I don't have too much time with you. Just supposed to get
you ready for what you came here for." He grins a wide smile with white
teeth that could blind you. He walks over to me and I am frozen on the
couch, staring down this hunk. "Get up!" Without hesitating, I stand up as
BK grabs me and lifts me up in a fireman's carry. He places me down onto a
chair on the other side of the room facing away from the door.

He straddles me and takes a seat right on my lap. Those gorgeous eyes are
staring right at me and I am lost in them. I almost don't notice the
perfect body that is sitting right on top of me, right on top of my growing
hard-on. "You've got quite the boner there, huh? No worries, it happens all
the time." He then reaches down and takes off his socks and reaches around
the back of the chair and ties my wrists together with his one of his
socks. After making sure they are tied tight, he gets up off of me and
kneels down in front of me, grabs my ankles and ties them together and to a
chair leg with his other sock.

After making sure that both knots are tied so that I cannot get out, he
stands up and takes notice of his handywork. "There, all set. Now that
wasn't too hard - glad to see that you just went along with it without a
struggle. Gives me a few minutes to play with ya." Again, he flashes his
white teeth in a wide grin and steps toward me. He straddles me once more
and places his bicep right in front of my face. "Go ahead, lick it."
Without question I began to move my tongue across the large muscle in front
of me. BK moved forward so now I was nose deep in his armpit. It had the
smell of an armpit that had had deodorant put on it in the morning and the
BO was just starting to dominate - a mix of freshness and musk. He moved
his arm all around to get my face rubbed all in there. "Oh yea, man. This
is hot."

After a minute or two, BK pulled down the straps on his singlet, exposing
his chest and abs - both amazingly muscular. He moved forward on me and
began grinding a little bit, almost like he was giving me a lap dance.
Then, he turned around and put his ass right up on my chest. Right in front
of me were two massive globes surrounded by the tight lycra of his navy
singlet. It was as if he read my mind as he moved up and my nose and mouth
went right into the crack of his ass. Again, grinding back on me, I lost
it. I wanted this so bad. "Go on, you know you want it. And if you want it
bad enough, maybe I'll give you a little something special." I pushed my
head in farther and began moving it up and down, back and forth to get in
there, and then it came. A deep rumble followed by a high-pitched squeak as
BK let one rip right in my face. The smell was overwhelming. It was
different than the one that had nearly knocked me out from Jeremias. It was
more raw and manly and less of a pure rotting smell, and yet it smelled
much more than anything I had been subjected to tonight. All I could smell
was BK's ass and the violent fumes that came out, and it was amazing. I was
all his, and then the knock came on the door.

"Your time is up." I knew that voice...it was Brian.


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