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From a sensible selection
of heavy steel locks, he now chose a replacement for his slave's cock
padlock, taking the key from around his neck, he unfastened the hasp and
let it slide free, then greased up that stretched foreskin, working grease
into every crinkle of flesh and especially the holes, then stretching
it fuller opened it up, looking like a cup, with the fat reddened dick-nob
deep within its bowels, he spat a heavy gob of spittle that covered that
dick-head-nob, now closing that foreskin tight he eased in this new lock,
this heavy new padlock and snapped it closed shut, then let his slave's
spit-dribbling cock drop, drop free from his fist and it just hung there,
his cock now beginning to throb, throbbing urgently, hanging there now
heavier, with this his Master's brand new padlock, heavier than before
banging hard against his ball rocks, and Barry put the new key on the
leather thong replacing it around his neck, throwing the now useless old
lock, into the 'USED'n'FREE' box.
"Get your fuck'n shorts back on and show off my lock, let everyone
see it's my lock in your cock, you fuck'n bastard slave" and Wally
pulled on his shorts and his foreskin dragged down, down below the ragged
edge of those torn cut-offs. Those short's ass-seam crammed in his ass
crack, trapping harder than it was before that stuffing butt-plug, deep
hard in his hole, stretching it open and keeping it that way, ready and
quick for his Master's thick dick.
Standing by this box was a bunch of iron rods and with interest Barry
turned and asked "Hey, what are these Clancy, this bunch of iron
rods?"
"Well mate, if you look at them closer you'll see they're branding
irons, once you use them, they're yours, free, sort of a souvenir if you
like", Clancy said, "Why, are you interested in them mate?"
and eyeing up Wally and sorting one out, Barry said, "SHIT YEAH!
you bet-cha mate!"
Picking one out that took his fancy, a wavy line cutting across a circle,
somehow turned him on and he involuntarily groped his swollen tool, that
was now throbbing violently thirteen to the dozen.
The landscape that they now all stepped out into, could have been painted
by Magritte, the Belgium surrealist, the sky high and brilliantly star-lit,
the moon now having the illusion of appearing to be greater, casting immense
shadows in the craggy cliffs and in the foreground, the campfire, now
a very welcoming sight surrounded by many of the guys.
The delicious aromas of roasting rabbit and kangaroo blended with that
of the constant and habitual, sweet, boiled-to-black, 'billy tea', struck
their nostrils with such sensations and salivating they suddenly realized,
just how hungry they were. There was definitely no 'molly-coddling' here,
but there was more than enough to satisfy this man's army of sexual perverts.
The blokes that were lounging about the camp fire were without doubt some
of the horniest guys that you would ever come across, all that were wearing
anything, were showing incredible bulges, of either packets, down one
or other of their legs or baskets, clearly jock-strapped and swinging
center-wise in their crotches, while others just simply naked, were either
slaves or individuals that just liked continually showing off their tools
to their comrades. Quite a few of these guys were also legendary, like
Larry for instance, down from the north, from the 'Gold-Coast', to be
precise, was known as The FUCKING MACHINE, who could fuck continually
for many hours, shooting his load and continuing on fucking without stopping,
or even pausing, or then there was Franco originally from Italy, who carries
the living legend of The BALL BUSTER, this bloke who had such extraordinary
balls, he had stretched them down to his knees but could also be suspended
by them, carrying his whole body weight, for considerable lengths of time
and could be whipped and jacked off, while swinging on his balls literally
and don't let us forget the unforgettable HORSE, his nick-name speaking
for itself, with his dick that was enormously, humongous fat and an unbelievable
thirteen inches long. Two other guys that I'll mention were TOAD and STEEL-HARRY
and then I'll leave off with this list or I could just go on and on.
Toad had the most enormous pumped up and hairless balls that were ever
seen at the encampment and Steel-Harry, not counting his other piercings,
had more than one hundred and fifty piercings in his ball-sac and when
all of the heavy stainless steel rings were in place, his balls shimmered
and shone as though they were made of solid steel, weighing an incredible
three and a half pounds. So naturally there was an intense air of expectancy
with all of these guys that were now lounging about, their hunger for
food satisfied and of course they all knew that BRANDING was the main
attraction on the agenda tonight.
The fire-site was well located against a natural rock formation that with
a little ingenious alteration and working, had been suitably transformed
into quite a spacious stage of sorts, just perfect for the antics that
some of these guys got up to and with a handful of carefully placed hurricane-lamps,
there was more than enough light for any audience. Every action was totally
visible and that's what counted for these guys, this bunch of extremely
perverted perverts.
“Nature is a wonderful thing, isn't it?”, Clancy said, indicating
the layout and placing of the firesite as they sauntered over to the fire.
Now-a-days, one of the performers, usually a "TOP" stud, took
over the temporary role of MASTER of ceremonies. Clancy had stopped doing
it for quite some time back, as the whole thing was such an informal and
spontaneous affair and thought this to be a more fitting arrangement.
Instinctively, everybody seemed to know that the action was about to take
place, as the guys hushed down and now only murmuring in audible whispers
and then without any signal whatever a slow rhythmic hand-clapping began.
Just nearby the staged area four guys stepped out of the crowd, they were
the guys by the water-hole earlier. There wasn't much of a difference
in their appearance apart from the two slaves who were now totally naked
except for their boots and of course their studded collars and still wearing
the now visible rather heavy, tightly fitting steel cockrings about their
shaved crotches which doubly emphasized their gleaming, black-oiled turgid
and semi-erect cocks that had clearly to the eye of the professional been
pumped to excess in the last hour or so.
The two Masters were Jacko and Steve, who were still wearing their leather
jeans that had clearly been licked clean, their dicks certainly available
and sticking out like that, YEAH, and even in this light you could see
that they were both pierced with quite thick Prince Alberts in their dick-heads.
It was quite noticeable that Jacko was the most dominant of the foursome,
Steve having had at one time earlier been Jacko's slave and it was natural
for him to be at Jacko's beck'n'call.
They all stood firm, proud and very confident, their attitudes towards
each plus their behavior, oozing extreme sexuality, YEAH, these guys knew
what they wanted and exactly what they expected from each other.
"Come on Jacko, give us a show, man", a voice called out from
the crowd, "YEAH, Jacko, wada'ja think wer'e here for, do it mate",
another voice called out and Jacko raised his arms and silenced the guys
and then started in on his opening, as he was quite a formal guy by nature
and liked to start at a clear and obvious beginning.
Jacko and Steve suddenly produced two dick-nobbed-gags and blinding masks
and shoved them in and slipped them on to their slave's heads so expertly
that no-one seemed to have really noticed and then with those greasy pricks
springing up, good'n'straight'n'stiff, springing up and springing out,
YEAH, those slave's dicks were very fuck'n stiff and they bit on those
gags, with their throbbing hard-ons, with juicy, pre-cum juices, cumming,
dripping out, in long thin ribbons, YEAH, it was dripping out, YEAH, their
pre-cum oozings, dripping out of piss-slit mouths, dripping out and down
and they bit on those gags with their spittle-filled mouths.
"OK, GUYS, I'm calling for two horny volunteers, two cock-suckers,
YEAH, two cock-suckers, to suck on these two fuckers, these two fuck'n
slaves that are standing here. On these, their greasy, filthy rooters,
these their dripping pricks, that are standing stiffly out, YEAH, their
fuck'n horny dicks, that are sticking proudly out, YEAH, sticking out
right here". Jacko paused, his tool in hand, searching in that crowd,
he rolled his foreskin heavy and saying out aloud, "HEY, what about
you two drooling Yankees there? Vali and D.D., isn't it? You look like
a couple of fuck'n cocksuckers to me, in those filthy ragged shorts of
your's, YEAH, you two'll do, OH SHIT! You can suck on these tools, for
hours, with your fuck'n salivating mouths, YEAH, you can suck on these
fuck'n slave's tools, suck them off and drain their fuck'n rooters dry",
adding sharply, ordering in his usual manner, "So you fuckers, get
your fuck'n asses up here, the sooner is the better". This was the
trick that got them going and boy, were they fuck'n quick, up there like
roaring cannon shots, each of them with their dicks in their bulging baskets,
showing stiffs, YEAH, and they had good heavy hard-ons.
Jacko, Steve, their
two slaves and now these two Yankee guys, Vali and D.D., made up the party,
this show of six.
And now, the Yanks down on their knees, without any question, or any other
prompted suggestion, they began the sucking and slurping on those slave's
filthy, dripping pricks, gobbling them down deep, deep into their throats,
two thickly pumped dicks in those throats, right down to their hilts and
the sucking and slurping made the watching guys motion crazy.
AND THE IRONS WERE IN THE FIRE AND THEY WERE WARMING UP.
Two groping Masters, groping at their dicks, standing side by side, jacking
on their tools, standing side by side, standing full of lust, with their
over-brimming lust, and their rocks on fire, swinging low and heavy swollen,
hanging deep down in stretched sacs.
Pulling on rough gauntlets, well worn and much spunk stained, now giving
hard, in earnest, whacking down with brutal force, giving punch for punch,
across those slave's asses that had really tightened up, as their tools
were Yankee-sucked and
gobbled,
AND THE IRONS WERE IN THE FIRE GETTING BLOODY READY AND REALLY BLOODY
HOT
Jacko and Steve, they jacked off their own tools as they pummelled those
asses, fist-beating those asses as never before, with their gauntleted
fists and were beating them red-raw, such slavish dicks that were getting
sucked off, YEAH, their dicks sucked off, YEAH, by these two grovellers
down heavy on their knees, being sucked to the hilts by two Yankees for
sure.
Their lust-crazed Masters were also jacking, masturbating to'n'fro, ass-whacking
as they jacked and jacked on their own two swollen dicks, YEAH, their
rocks had hardened up, burning hard and heavy, were really hanging heavy,
swinging heavy in those stretched sacs.
THE IRONS WERE NEARLY READY AND OH! SHIT! WERE THEY FUCK'N HOT
And again they cracked across those asses bare, glove-handed now made
quite a pair, as the Yankees with their expertise, were doing throating
jobs, right down to the hilts, they sucked deep those two pricks, harder
now on those two slave's dicks, YEAH, right from their hilts to the teasing
dick-head-nobs. The slaves were squirming, apprehension filled, with heavy
dicks and swollen balls, tight in their sacs and disposing of their natural
wills.
AND THE IRONS WERE HOT AND READY, YEAH, FOR SURE MAN, HOT AND READY
The Yankees went on sucking, their grovelling sucking, with their gobbling,
slurping, sucking, down deep into their throats they sucked hard on those
dicks, it was their heads that the slaves were fucking, those swollen
tools now ramming, from pelvic thrust to tightened ass.
NOW THE IRONS WERE GOOD AND FUCK'N READY
And well upheld and Jacko held his slave's arm firm and steady, YEAH,
for sure the time was now'n'good'n'ready and on this slave he set his
brand, the searing flesh now smoking, the searing pain went soaring thru
his slave's leathered head, the pain went roaring and the slave bit hard
deep into that dick-nobbed gag between his teeth and his muffled screams
were echoing in his head. He was screaming with such pleasure he had never
had before, with his rocks tight hard and ready to the brim, and MAN,
how they were ready, YEAH, good'n'brimfull ready to shoot his load as
he never had before and on his right arm the flesh was burning and the
brand was good and clear for all to see. His balls, BOY, how they were
aching, like the branding on his arm they also burned, with his ram-rod
stiff, so stiff and ramming home now, to release his cum load that was
all that he was thinking, as with this Yankee's head he was now good'n'fucking
and his rocks beginning to explode, deep thru that dick shaft, came the
roaring shooting of his spunk and filled the throat of D.D. kneeling there,
who went greedily on with sucking, as he sucked it down.
That upper arm was truly branded, his Master's brand was now upon him
and his roaring spunk-load shot its bolt from out of his rocks, with the
sucking Yankee's head still gobbling and draining him dry, YEAH, his rocks
were now completely drained and dry.
SUCKED HARD FROM OUT HIS PISS-SLIT, YEAH, HE WAS BRANDED AND
SUCKED DRY
Now the other slave was ready, YEAH, Steve's slave was good'n'ready to
shoot his load so heavy, YEAH, well and truly he will fill up that Vali's
throat and he fucked that throat far deeper than he had before and he
heard his Master's voice, "I'm branding you now, you fuck'n slave,
and now you belong to me".
With the scorching of his flesh, as the red hot iron burnt deep in him,
his dick did give one enormous throb, it now did give, his cum-loaded
balls, pain-loaded tight and rounded full, now fired off with that branding
burning, his brand deep burning and with the shooting spasm jerking, as
he came and shot his cum-load squirting, deep hard into his Yankee's throat,
his burning spunk load roaring, .gushing, gushed and spurted, thick his
cream-load shooting and through his mask these gagged and muffled words
could just be heard:
"SUCK IT!, SUCK IT!, SUCK!, SUCK MY FUCKING DICK, I'M SHOOTING YOU
FAGGOT, I'M SHOOTING MY THICK CREAM LOAD RIGHT IN YA."
His Master's brand was now secure, burnt deep into his arm, and his balls
were truly drained, sucked dry, but still the Yankees went on sucking,
until those dicks they were now pissing, piss gurgling down those cum-run
toilet throats, piss-hosing now down in those Yanks, flashflood-pissing
to their fill and almost overflowing and those slavish dicks were swollen
and sucked and drained, but OH, those Yanks, OH, YEAH, they carried on
with their suckings, 'til there wasn't a single drop in store and then
they pulled away their faces, their fucked and reddened faces and they
were grinning to each other as they swallowed hard and full, YEAH, loaded
now, they had downed those slave's cum loads and gushing torrents of piss
right down, YEAH, right down to their belly's cores.
Their baskets now were good and painfully stiff, OH YEAH, so fuck’n-good’n’stiff,
and now as they stood, these two lusty skin-head-types, their tight packeted
crotches-to-crotch, bear-hugged each other, mouth to sucking mouth they
kissed, tongue-fucking each other, savouring the other's piss-flavoured,
tongue-filled, drooling-mouths, their juicy spit globs in thick’n’heavy
gobs, passed from one to the other, they kissed, their kissing hard and
strong and now up and straight, stood side by side, their lustridden baskets
burst-bulging, over-tight and painfully-brutal.
And now out they yanked their dicks right out, YEAH, got their cocks right
out, YEAH, out, right out and wanking, jacking, together as they often
did, jacked-off and shooting fast and furious into that crowd they shot,
fired their loaded shooters. YEAH, these Yankees shot their loads, great
fucking heavy ribboned loads, right there, right out there, their spunk
went flying, flinging, shooting out, firing into that crowd of perving
guys, that hollering pack of guys and with their last few drops of now
oozing cum they packed their dicks away, YEAH, away into their greasy
filthy baskets, their fucking humpy baskets, and took their turn and arm
in arm they left the stage, with their sleazy dicks now packed, still
bulging, which were still dribbling their last oozing drops of spunk in
those filthy shorts of theirs, and this was just as how they liked it.
If you analized it
you would soon discover that it was his natural good looks that gave Barry
the edge on the men that he had met in his life, in fact Bruno, being
identical, looked the same but just didn't know how to control the situations
that he found himself in, probably due to the fact that he had come to
rely on Barry far too much and far too often and as the Americans stepped
off the stage, he, Barry stood and pushed his slave before him, thru the
thronging guys about them and brazenly stepped up, with his strong stance,
up and onto that well-lit area. Doing so, with ease, now shoved his branding
iron into the embers of the fire, at an arm's-length, nearby.
Barry didn't hesitate now in taking the scene over, hauled his fat and
solid, heavily-hooded tool out of his jeans and yanked his rocks out as
well and such tight rocks they were, he had really been turned-on by perving
on that branding scene and his rooter tool was swollen stiff, its piss-slit
glistening, almost drooling, certainly oozing precum dribblings, as he
slowly worked his dick shaft over, from foreskinned nob, to hairless hilt,
as though he was deciding just what to do next.
Almost off-handed he rolled his thickened foreskin smoothly, teasing his
dick-nob firm as he eyed them good, these four still standing there, sort
of scrutinizing them, inspecting the glowing brandings, his dick gave
a noticeable and urgent throb and suddenly with considerable authority,
not hesitating, commanded, "You three go and you stay", this
last he directed to Jacko, with his broad, open but cupped palm and pulled
him around and to himself and they stood there close and face to face,
just briefly and then Barry gave to Jacko a breathtaking, tongue-eating,
mouth-to-mouth kiss, a full-blooded, man to man kiss, that was glob-spittle-passing
and extremely passionate, a kiss full of tremendous, mutual admiration
and then just as suddenly stepped back and ordered Wally down on his knees
and to suck on Jacko's tool, in one go straight thru and to the hilt.
"Drop your fuck'n shorts and then suck on his great fucking fat dick
with its ring in its piss-slit and make it fucking wet with your spit",
then continued, "And get on your hands and knees in front of me,
with your ass in the air, so that all these blokes here can see that fuck'n
butt-plug that's good'n'tight'n'stuffed right all the way up in ya."
"Yes SIR", Wally responded, kicking his shorts off and away,
threw himself down, bodily, began gobbling and sucking deep in on Jacko's
pierced and ringed fat dick-nob, swallowing down its full long shaft of
a tool, down and right to the hilt and then easing back away and out,
and Jacko's tool throbbing rigid stiff, spit glistening tight from hilt
to dick-nob, then Barry did a very surprising thing, first dropping his
jeans down as far as his knees and spreading his legs wide bent over and
supported himself on his slave's back and commanded Jacko to fuck his
ass.
"YEAH, ram that tool of yours deep into me, stuff my hole and let
me feel that ring of yours roll as you ram your dick in and out of my
fuck'n ass-hole, you fucker".
Wally, was knelt solidly, with his ass sticking out and all the guys could
see that butt-plugged hole and between his legs his dick dangled down,
pulled down by the additional weight of his new Master's heavy padlock,
then Barry took his stance and made it firm and strong and Jacko, jacking
steadily on his spit covered cock, sticking straight out of his gaping
leather flyes, held its shaft firm, took aim and rammed his rod straight
in, right in hard'n'deep, hard into Barry's open ready ass-hole, that
was begging to get fucked and the fucking had begun.
YEAH, Barry wanted that dick right up in him, good'n'deep, fucking into
his ass-hole and getting well and truly rooted by this fucker's tool,
YEAH, his ass well and truly stuffed before he branded his own fuck'n
slave.
"YEAH, mate, root my fuck'n ass, YEAH, I want to feel your fat tool
right up in me, with your dick-ring in your drooling dick's piss-slit
rolling, rolling good'n'proper as you ram that thing in'n'out of my fuck'n
perverted ass-hole", he said to Jacko, in nervous panting breaths,
and with this he was also letting his slave know that:
WHAT HIS MASTER WANTS, HIS MASTER GETS!
For Barry, lust was paramount, above all else, certainly the most important
factor of their existence together and Wally would most certainly be surprised
if he knew some of the things that his Master was going to expect from
him as time passed by.
Jacko, now began ramming his tool in and out, OH YEAH, rooting that ass
that was begging for his dick, that squirming ass-hole tightening hard,
as the ring rolled in. Eating in its nob, its bulbous swollen nob, with
its heavy rolling hood, as it rammed in and rammed out, and it rammed
and rooted this bugger, Master fucking Master and this one with with his
legs spread wide and his jeans halfway down, leaning over his slave's
back and Barry started to jack'n'jack on his own dick, as his ass was
getting rooted by his cobber's stuffing tool, YEAH, his dick was bloody
thick and solid as he jacked himself off, with that tool up his ass and
the perving guys were going crazy as they watched all of this jacking
and fucking, of dicks and those asses and the writhing of men, these lust-ridden
men, with their perverted likewise minds.
Deep in the crowd, Bruno, his head buried hard and fast into Clancy's
crotch, slurping and sucking on Clancy's fat tool of a dick, pulled up
his head for air and then sat straight up, began roaring:
"YEAH, go for it, fuck that bugger, that's my brother and he likes
to take dick, YEAH, shove it hard in'im and stretch his hole wide open
with your fucking great prick of a dick" and this screaming out of
Bruno's got the other blokes chanting:
"FUCK THE BUGGER ROOT!...HIS HOLE!...STUFF'N'FUCK THE SHIT OUT'A'HIM!...OH
YEAH MAN, RAM YER DICK'N'SCREW HIS HOLE!...YER FUCK'N ROOTER!...YEAH,
ROOT THAT FUCK’N ROOTER'S HOLE "
And Jacko rammed even harder than he had before, "I'll split yer
ass wide open, yer bastard, I'll root yer like a pig, like ya've never
been rooted before" and now he was punching his tool into that hole,
with his PA spinning, his nuts banging hard right up tight to the hilt
of his dick, his cum-load was building and burning his balls, the dull-ache
of a brimfull of spunk, getting ready to fire and without any warning
he began shooting his full’n’heavy load, his thick roaring slimy
spunk load firing out, out of his burning nuts and hard deep into that
well stuffed ass-hole he shot his load of spunk, with his uncontrollable
screaming:
"AAAGH!!!...AAAGH!!!...AAAGH!!!...I'M FUCK'N CUMMING, I'M SHOOTIN'
MY LOAD!...FUCK IT!! !...FUCK IT!! !...YEAH FUCK'N HELL I'M SHOOTIN' MY
LOAD RIGHT IN YER!"
And he gave one almighty last shove of his tool, hard buried deep, then
suddenly, roughly yanked it straight out, Barry was now beating his meat
with quite some fury, his ass full-to-dripping and burning-fucked, his
rocks tightened hard to his dick's hilt and aiming sure, fired his loaded
fiery spunk, thickly shooting, splattering and saturating Jacko's well
spent packet. Now fresh and heavily slimed and dripping from this ass-hole's
dick, he turned and showed for all the guys to perve on, then stuffed
his greasy, sleazy dick and balls straight down, deep inside his leathers
and with a wide grin, that went from ear to ear, backed away from Barry,
reassuringly groping himself, jumped down from off the stage.
Barry pulled his jeans up securing them only at his waist, his packet,
now drained, still standing proudly out for all of these pervy guys as
they cheered and egged him on. He reached down and pulled on a pair of
the abandoned gauntlets.
"OK, and now it's your turn, my little beauty, stand up you fucker
and get over here in the center where every guy can get a good eyefull
of you and leave your fuck'n shorts off for the time being" and Barry
pulled Wally brutally over facing all of those very attentive horny blokes
out there.
Roughly, he grabbed good and tight at Wally's swollen and battered balls
and yanked them hard out in front of him and then across his left leg
as he gave him several good and solid whacks across his slavish ass and
then without any ceremony at all and not releasing his grip on those twisted
nuts, so tightly gripped that they looked as though they might pop, suddenly
took up his glowing brand, now red-hot, good and glowing, the crowd hushed
and silenced now, so silent you could have heard a pin drop.
"O.K., boy, brace yerself, yer gonna take my mark now boy, N’YEAH,
it'll be there for all time boy, so stand fast and take it good".
Wally's cock suddenly thrusted ram-rod stiff and out, its padlocked foreskin
straining about his fat and bulbous, almost bursting dick-nob, pre-cum
glistening, thrusting stiffly out, YEAH, well and truly out over his roughly
entrapped and twisted balls and throbbing so violently you could almost
hear it. He was so full of apprehension. The iron struck his chest, the
grip on his balls tightened harder, the plug deep up in his ass-hole,
seemed also to tighten and now the searing pain roared thru his every
nerve ending, just for an instance all that could be heard was the hissing
sound as the red-hot iron burnt deep, leaving its mark deeply burnt-in
for all to see. Then Wally let out a blood-curdling, indescribable sound,
that went echoing thru-out that ancient gorge, not a scream of pain, no,
something more primordial, certainly a sound that was related to the circumstances,
then involuntarily he shot his load, flying, shooting into those upturned,
now silenced lust crazed faces, his face glowing with extraordinary unexpected
exaltation.
Now, gently he fingered his own burnt living flesh, this brand of his,
his Master's brand, this public branding, that he had undergone with such
extraordinary pride, clear and clean it glowed on the left-side of his
chest, firmly planted just above his tit and now, not a sound from Barry.
No. For him, this was one of his rarer moments and he would savour it
for a little and doubtless so many times to come. Then there was a sudden
outburst of clapping, whistling and hollering from the guys, YEAH, more
thab just many, loud yahooings and whelping-yelpings.
Easing down now. The show was finally over for tonight and Wally pulled
on his shorts, tugging yet again at his foreskin lock, his foreskin and
padlock slimed with the residue of his own freshly shot cum, YEAH, tugged
it good and free, hanging clearly visible out of his battered, filthy
cut-offs. Searched the eyes of his Master, he felt good that they had
found each other at long last he had really found his place.
Gradually the guys dispersed, in two's and three's, away from the camp
fire's embers, sauntering into the long running shadows, cast by the moon
that now seemed to hover over the westside edge of the gorge and soon
sounds of heavy, rough, masculine sexual activity of every variety would
be heard and fill the air and this was the case every night at this very
special place, after all, this was
THE ENCAMPMENT.
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