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He-Man and the Demon of Torment – Part 109 (Public)
🕑 Added 2023-09-02 06:09:50 +0000 UTCThe Stretch of Straining Leather
Lost in a sweltering limbo of lust, the Eternian hero writhes and moans as the demon’s skilled and cunning fingers ply the feather which is now deep inside his loincloth, its edges and tip teasing and stroking over the soft and sensitive skin within. Surges and spasms of intense feeling build and crest as the unbearable stimulation goes on; his whole body shivers and shudders with it; his shining skin beads and runs with sweat, which slides like oil from his sides and soaks the Frame to which he is strapped. And the leather of his loincloth is equally soaked, its taut texture sodden with sweat and shiny with the secretions which his overstimulated state is steadily causing to run. The tightness of constraint from the swelling of its contents is becoming an agony all of its own – and still the feather strokes on – and on.
The vestiges of his heroic willpower strive to reassert control – but the delicious torment is too intense, the surges of desire too overwhelming and he cannot subdue the frantic striving for release which dominates his body and which is steadily taking over his fevered mind. He pants, his ragged breath catching on sobs as the feather strokes so very slowly, so very softly over his sensitized scrotum; even as he wriggles with the sensual overload, he can dimly feel the sticky moistness oozing within the tight constraint of his sweat-soaked loincloth. He gasps and his breath quickens as the silken edge finds yet another insupportably sensitive spot and sets about it, the tip teasing and tormenting the soft skin – and the last remaining defences begin to give way. Azziel’s amber eyes widen and burn bright to see the leather of the loincloth – already under no small strain – visibly stretch with the swelling of the boy’s frustrated manhood. The bulge between the glistening thighs grows yet more prominent – and then, suddenly, the lip of the garment slides out from the thongs which hold it in place about the loins, leaving an obvious gap through which the skin shows. The demon, intent, pauses briefly in his work to watch the tempting sight, to hear the leather creak with strain, and to see the shape of the swollen and stiffening shaft within show plainly through the taut skin of straining, stretching leather.
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He has the power (to outswell his stretching loincloth......)
