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"sniff!" commanded Jack. I was evidently too slow.
The fit lad wheeled around and slapped me across my sweaty, reddening face. I wailed. This simply added to the spectacle. It's what his audience was looking for. They were probably in the middle of furiously whacking off right now. I pictured a load of middle aged dudes just like me, imagining they were me; a saggy 43year old man, naked on all fours on the coffee table, a doggy tail butt-plug writhing from my well used asshole, leashed and collared by a fiercely handsome young jock, shoving his incredibly hot boy-hole into my face and commanding me to humiliate myself by sniffing his farts. Now, I absolutely adore the taste of fresh young arses. But farts? Nah man. Not my thing..
But this was the show;
Here's me- once hot shit myself, once with guys falling over each other to get some of me, once twink porn material- now just a flabby aging fuck gagging for young ass-
Here's Jack, achingly fine only fans star, teasingly presenting me with such an ass. Then, just as I'm about to dive in with my tongue, he lets one rip.
Utterly humiliating!
"I said sniff, doggy!" he again roars, giggling.
I gingerly obey.
"Jeez, that's toxic dude" I moan. Bad move..
He swings and smacks me again
"doggy takes what he gets! You think a fat, balding wrinkly fuck like you deserves to even see a fucking hot jock ass like this at close range? Doggy wants to taste ass, doggy must sniff!" again, whack
I groan. My middle aged dick is beginning to drip pre-cum, a sight not gone unnoticed by Jack.
"I think doggy's schlong needs some disciplining" he grins. Oh shit. That sounds ominous!
"As Im attending to that, doggy can have some treats"- Jack is addressing his audience through the camera. He shoves a bottle of poppers under my nose and I begin to take deep breaths. My body pulses with alternating relaxation and sexual energy.
Jack grabs something from beneath the table. I haven't seen this device before. It's a metal weight attached to a rubber band. What the....
"No! No, please master! Don't! ....." I whine as Jack deftly wraps the rubber band around my donger and let's go. The weight pulls my poor little man down.
"Aggghh!!"
Jack responds by cracking my arse with his crop. The doggy butt-plug wildly waggs. He laughs.
"see, guys? This is what all you old queers really deserve when you get past the age where any young stud wants to see your pathetic equipment and yet you still want a piece of them. Look at this sad fucking dog. He was once riding high, fucking any hot piece of ass he wanted, treating the old fags of his day like shit, thinking he could just go on like that. Then. Bam! Age caught his sorry ass up. Now.... Just another mutt!" Jack laughed. I winced in agony..
"But, guys, I'm almost forgetting! We all know what doggy's really enjoy doing, don't we?....
Jack comes around front again and I look up, panting, the traces of tears in my bleary, poppers addled eyes. He pulls down his gorgeously stinky jock-strap and unleashes the big guy. My mouth waters at the sight of his meaty, musky young lad-tackle.
"open wide! There's a good doggy "
I obey.
Out rushes a steaming hot stream of piss. I gargle desperately as he winks down at me. That's the signal for me. I'm allowed to whack off now. I reach between my legs and undo the rubber from around my poor aching schlong. I begin to pump as Jack jeeringly laughs. I cum....
I've had the gas and the waterworks...
What's coming next time...