Creep Suck – Sierra Cirque

Release Year: 2017
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, String Bondage, Submission, Domination, Torture, Spanking

Sleep is fitful and merely possible after the exhaustion of continuous shifting around and adjusting the stones that are my bed. It feels like my flesh has been overspread in blows – the rocks are bruising me. Its acquiring colder. The sun is lower; It beams throughout that a window and illuminates the details of what hovers above me. I am one of these web fixed carcasses. As it darkens, the chirps and squishes begin — shadowy flutters of darting fantoms swirl above me. They seem to be attracted by my presence — often diving at me and bombing me with their droppings.

The smell grows fouler by the day; my toilet is my bed. In the beginning man would come and stand over me; staring, urinating, playing with himself. Today, when that guy brought me the slop, chap was wearing a gas mask.

The everyday chores of the grounds are much more interesting as I allow my mind to wander to that creature entombed in my barn. It’s less distracting of late because of the stink, and I now must face the task of cleaning it. I have in readiness a platform based on the designs I have seen at the county fair; A grooming table that holds her wrist and ankles so woman is on all fours.

For days I have been content with just knowing that it was stored there. To compensate and motivate the chore of cleaning it, I want to take it to one more layer.
I am going to bifurcate her — 2 for one. At the head I will have her do makeup. The dick sucking will have a classier feel. At the tail, a appliance will soften and swell her gash for my penis.

Something is up; he’s standing over me holding the black head bag and this terrible pole that locks around my neck. Lad orders me to role over onto my stomach — I know that drill, so I put my hands behindhand my back instantaneously. (Reaching through the grate dude locks the shackles jointly.) Lad slides the bag on my head, yanks the chain tight and locks it.

I hear the muffled sound of the grate on the concrete. Man yanks me out of the apperture by my neck. The concrete scraps my skin as I struggle to gain my footing. This is the worst — fellow pokes me forward by this pole. It is a stifling fright — I can’t watch where I am stepping. Man seems to pleasure in letting me trip or briskly walking me into obstacles.

I’m instantly on all fours locked at the wrist and ankles. It must be a table or platform of some kind. Buddy pulls the hood off my head — the purpose of that position is unhopedly clear. A bucket of soapy water and a hose are lying on the floor. Im sure this guy will make what is to come as horrible as possible. I cannot aid but sigh with great relief as that vile stench is about to be washed from me.

Format: mp4
Duration: 50:55
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4822kbps
Audio: 120kbps

File size: 1.8 GB