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After his brutal gut-punching, Topher is left alone in the cold, concrete dungeon, bolted against the wall, for hours. He’s been in the dungeon so long, he’s lost track of day and night and has no idea how long he has been held captive – days, weeks? Then suddenly his mind focuses again: Jared enters, muscles rippling, carrying a basket full of clothespins. “Oh, god, no, not pins,” Topher begs in his sweet Southern drawl. “Ring his pecs with pins!” the older man announces, appearing out of the shadows, grinning, lust in his eyes. Topher screams as his pecs – and nipples – are covered with dozens of pins, causing a intense, throbbing pain. Then Jared does the same to his ball sack – and the pain is even worse. Then Topher sees the spring-loaded wood clamp, the kind that can crush a finger. “Noooo!” he screams as Jared clamps it to the tip of his cock. Next week: Crushed cock cums.
