Bovver In The Bogs by Flemster

Bovver In The Bogs by Flemster.

My eyes strained to see who it was that had walked in. And with all the battering I had been taking torturing my senses, I really had to strain hard to see, even though by now I had got used to the darkness.

The figure moved casually towards the trough, glancing now and then at me and the ogre. He looked young. He was slim and thuggishly juvenile looking. He was wearing a dark coloured tracksuit and topped off with a peaked cap. He pulled down the front of his tracky bottoms, making sure that me and the big man were watching, and then he took out his soft cock. He kept looking over at us, while he flopped his cock backwards and forwards, each second it seemed to get just a little bit more solid, and we couldn’t help but keep our eyes on him.

There was a point, while slapping his partially limp dick into the palm of his hand that he turned his face to stare at my attacker with the sort of shit eating grin that could only mean one thing…

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