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‘Okay boy, have a good look around the room because it will be your last.’ The robust man
said as he put a blind fold over James eyes. Even though he couldn’t see anything now the
smell of man sweat filled his nostrils and he felt himself getting hard.
	‘Now strip, I want to see what I’m paying for.’ He was ordered.
Slowly and provocatively James peeled of his tight t-shirt and shed his leather
trousers.
	‘Keep your boots and jock strap on boy.’ The master told him
Once he was finished undressing he felt course fingers scrape over his nipples then
somebody else’s hands squeezing his arse cheeks and more hands on his smooth thighs. The
smell of the dope made him feel high and with all the hands mauling his youthful body it
wasn’t long before his erection was sticking out the top of his jockstrap. The sound of
other people being ordered around and the occasional slapping sound of somebody being
spanked filled his ears
More unseen hands took a hard grip of his bollocks and squeezed hard making James take a
sharp intake of breath as the pain stabbed through his body. Then more pain as somebody
slapped his backside even harder.