Gay Mormon BDSM Training – Part 3
When the young Mormons arrived back at their apartment that evening, they hadn’t said a word to each other for the whole bike ride back, except for Seth complaining once that the bike seat hurt his tender bum. They each showered and Seth gargled mouthwash for a long time to get the taste of cum out of his mouth. Then they tucked themselves into their single beds with matching looks of trauma on their faces. They couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened earlier that day. James pictured himself tied up to the chair, getting his dick sucked by his companion, who right now, was laying right beside him. It seemed like it wasn’t him there, it was someone else. The real James would never do anything like that, but he also always listened to …