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Jared 3 - Chapter 2
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Published: 09.04.2026 • Hide
His cock still rock hard, Jared knows his master is up to no good when he cuffs his wrists behind the chain holding him to the brick wall. He knows his cock and balls will be tormented. Sure enough, a nylon rope is looped around his boy-jewels and yanked tight. He takes a quick gasp. “Oh, God.” he thinks. “They are going to stretch my balls!” Soon Jared arches his back, his toes right at the edge of the mantel. He doesn’t dare let himself slip off – then his own body weight might rip his balls clean off. All he can do is watch in horror – and scream in agony – as his ball sack is stretched – and stretched some more. Finally, his master relents and Jared collapses back against the wall. But his reprieve is short. Soon a nasty flogger smacks into his chest and abs. Then he feels the yank on his balls again He’s getting whipped and having his balls stretched to the max at the same time!
