Chris was an all-American-blue-eyed-boy, athletic, good student, helping his Dad out over the summer with the pool service business. Mr Stalker came home one day to find the boy cleaning his pool, in just a pair of boardshorts, and he offered Chris a drink. That was a month ago. Mr Stalker has gradually fucked up the boys mind until now he is crawling on the floor begging to be allowed to suck his Master’s cock. Later Mr Stalker will take him down to the cellar and show him that boys like him were born to suffer.
Boys like me live for men like Mr. Stalker.
Ils ne perdent pas de temps sous la douche et profitent de l’eau chaude et savon pour se branler
enjoying the view. (I am)