So, my cock was the only one who was happy about the trip out of town. It had had a lot of fun, which was more than I could say for its owner. Apparently, I was in a lot of trouble, because I didn't remember how the fuck I was in that room. My hands were cuffed, the Bear Guy with tire iron was standing in front of me, and I could smell a new adventure with my balls...
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