Jumpin' Jacks

Dungeon master Lex Kyler stalks the room, crop in hand. Mark Baxter, Frank Sylvano and Eric Michaels stand naked and waiting. Kyler barks an order and the three men climb onto low pedestals. Thick black dildos rise from each block. One by one they sink down, stretching wide. The crop slaps bare skin whenever a rhythm slows. Kyler circles, barking louder, and the men push harder, blooming open. Sweat runs. Their holes flex and take more. Even Kyler feels his leather pants tighten. Hard now, he keeps swinging the crop, forcing deeper rides. The room fills with the wet sounds of rubber sliding in and out. Heat. Grunts. Three asses working for one man’s approval.