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The StompingThe Stompingby Denuded Man-berriesI was still trying to find a way out of the building. It didn’t even seem like I was above ground because I hadn’t found and rooms with windows yet and most of the doors were locked.I was very nervous because I had already found a room where someone was stripped and shackled to a bench with their balls stretched up for whipping. It seemed like a class where one woman was teaching the other how to whip the man’s nuts. I was frozen as in a trance watching what they were doing to him, in such shock I couldn’t move, and only now was able to move along and continue looking for a way out.I didn’t want them to find me for chrissake, god only knows what they might have done …It still hasn’t come back to me how I got here and I only now noticed that I was barefoot and dressed in rags, and not much either. I was wearing some type of leggings with the legs cut off jaggedly so they were like loose shorts and an old t-shirt with holes.The floor was cool on the soles of my feet but the building seemed a little warm. Despite this I felt a chill since the rags I was wearing were very drafty. I am ashamed to say I had gotten aroused at the whipping and I could feel my still plump package swinging around in the the cut-off leggings. As I stepped gingerly through the dark halls, my cock and nuts rubbed against the soft material and against my inner thighs, teasing my junk and keeping me from going completely flaccid.I was so embarrassed at myself for getting excited and now the stretchy worn fabric of the cut-off leggings was rubbing at me just enough that it felt good and I was trying to put it out of my mind.I couldn’t stop thinking about them though, the two women. They had been merciless and they kept teasing the guy while they whipped his nuts and laughing at his screams. God, the way he kept slapping his bare feet against the floor and howling and yelling, hanging by his balls from the chains attached to the wood clamp bolted to his scrotum…God I got totally erect at the time, and thinking about it again I looked down and my penis was poking up through the fabric like it was pointing where to go. I was so embarrassed. kaçak iddaa I don’t know why it turned me on.I got far enough away through the halls that I almost couldn’t hear his screams any more. There was no way I could have over-powered both those women plus I was too mortified at my own arousal. I still am. Why am I so excited about this?It was at this time I found an unlocked door. I couldn’t hear anything and opened it quietly and peeked in but it was completely dark in there. I decided to go in.The floor was the same cold concrete as in the hall but that’s all I could tell before I heard the first sounds. It was a low, almost muffled, whimpering and gasping. I followed the sound until I began to see light around a dark corner.As I rounded the corner, I saw what looked like a round porthole in the wall where the light was coming from. Looking through I saw another tall woman but this time she was wearing a black leather one piece that was cut high on the hips, with garters and stilettos, and long leather gloves that ran up past her elbows.She scared me so much I ran back around and found myself in another hall this time with steps leading down and around to where there was another room that must have been under the room I saw through the porthole.Here there was some dim light coming from small sconces on the wall and they allowed me to see a very strange sight. It was another naked guy but this one was strapped to the low ceiling of this small room facing up. I don’t think he could see me or even knew I was there. He was making muted pathetic sounds and I saw, unlike the other screaming naked guy who was getting his balls whipped, this one was gagged.I accidentally made a sound and his head spun around and he saw me! He started making louder, strangled cries through his gag and shaking about trying to get me to set him free I think. He kept looking at me and then at the ceiling and back again, trying to free himself to no avail.He was getting louder and his looking in my direction spooked me so much I ran back the way I came. I made it back to the porthole and I couldn’t resist peeking in again.This time I saw the tall woman seated on casino oyna a cushion. She had removed her left shoe and was unclasping the garter for that leg. She then slowly rolled her hose down and daintily off her pointed toes and tossed it aside.She then raised her still covered right foot and removed the stiletto but left her thigh high on that leg. It was at this time I noticed that there was something on the floor in front of her. I sudden;y realized, ‘Oh damn, it’s that poor guy’s genitals crammed through a hole!’ They were just laying there, penis soft and balls strewn about loosely in their sac with this woman seated above them looking down. What was she going to do?I thought about looking away, but I couldn’t. It seemed like a long time before anything happened and I noticed I was breathing shallow; the suspense was killing me…She then lifted her nylon clad right shank and held it high in the air above his tender, fastened genitalia. Her toes began to undulate within the sheer stocking as she unhurriedly lowered her foot down to almost touch the poor man’s splayed tackle.I heard a squeal from below when she barely whispered him with the end of her encased toe. She then diffidently jogged his two nuts around on the floor in their sac and I heard some hesitant moaning. She slid her smooth hosiery between the two loose balls and along his now extending penis. She did it so slow that by the time she got to his cockhead he was fully rigid and throbbing—consequently trapped in the small hole through which his now very excited utensils were threaded.She stopped moving, with her soft foot just resting on top of his taut shaft and plump paraphernalia. Oh my god, she then suddenly lifted her foot and stomped down sharply on his prone apparatus! I jumped and he bellowed from below, his saturated pole and bobbers mashed under her stocking of clenching digits.Next she gently rotated her arched sole, slowly rolling his pieces around the floor. After yawing them about for a minute, inducing him to moan pleasurably, she separated his testes with her soft heel and gradually slid her foot forward down his erection and stopped when her heel reached slot oyna his glans, then lightened the pressure and slid tentatively back, eliciting a long and deep groan from below.Taking advantage of the smoothness of the sheer hosiery, she began to slip her pointed foot back and forth along his now swollen and purple organ. He seemed to have stopped fighting and must be enjoying it now and as she increased her skimming to and fro, he began to start panting.His muted panting intensified through the gag to huffing and sputtering then to outright squalling before she abruptly lifted her foot and watched his cock lurch and his balls draw up tight against the opening. She lowered her leg and sat back long enough to watch his equipment diminishing.When his phallus had softened fully, she immediately stomped on him with her bare left foot and squished her pads around deep into his scrotal flesh, savoring his cries and she did so. His balls spread out and she started grasping at them with her bare toes, finally clasping one between and squeezed it until he shouted. She squeezed it two more times and he blurted out two more cries.Then she started toeing along his shaft until his stretching pecker slid firmly between them and she glided the foreskin with her toes up and down furiously then stopping to grip it hard, mashing all her toes down in an epic swaddle, only to resume pumping him. She did this until he was so hard and sensitive, so close to exploding, that his dick seemed to grow even more massive than before.With a muffled but very loud scream he forcefully ejaculated and she began stomping up and down on all of it with her bare left foot. He kept screaming through the gag while her bare foot slimed his saturated paraphernalia with his own semen, mercilessly palpating and slipping across his cock and balls throughout his entire orgasm and then some. He kept screaming and she stripped off her other stocking and began to stomp him again with both feet. This she did until pummeling out another sticky load which she also smeared all over his poor spent junk.I was mesmerized, listening to his screaming and pleading that sounded like he was going to choke on the gag…suddenly I felt a hand reach into my loose, ripped leggings and fingers coiling around my testicles!“There you are, slave! Bad boy thought he could escape!”That’s how I ended up here in this cage with you.?

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