Who
Is Jeremy?
by Hotstreak
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Who
is Jeremy?
Jer is about five-feet-eight, bearish, with violent red hair, a
round open, almost child-like face, dimpled chin and the sweetest
pug nose you'd ever see.
He had a fair complexion spattered with freckles under the eyes
and across the bridge of his nose; he isn't so much handsome as
he is adorably cute. He hails from England, but his features are
so "Irish", know what I'm sayin'? Looking at him, could
anyone believe that this redheaded bear's childlike countenance
conceals the wildest, carnal thoughts? His look of wide-eyed innocence
is genuine enough in regards to most things, but the kid KNOWS what
he likes. And what he likes is kidnapping scenes.
And, since this is purely consensual, David and I are more than
happy to oblige.
I don't want to get into all the details, but a scene with Jer once
went like this; Dave and I crept into his house on Saunders and
stealthily filed our way through the shadows of the redheaded bear's
darkened domicile. We'd watch Jeremy from the shadows--cocking his
head to one side and wondering where the noises he was hearing are
coming from (it would be David that he'd hear . . . I'm as silent
as a cat).
By the time Jer is aware that Dave and I are already in the house,
I would be directly behind him. He would turn quickly in alarm .
. . but not quickly enough. Dave would pinion his arms from behind
while I'd hold his red head.
Once Dave got Jer handcuffed, he'd replace me in the task of holding
the English bear's head. Meanwhile I would press an ether-doused
velvet cloth over Jer's mouth and nose. (ETHER not chloroform) The
bear would fight desperately, trying his best not to inhale, but
I'd give him a reasonably strong punch to the chest. Then Jer would
suck in his breath and it isn't long before he's a limp redheaded
bundle dangling between me and David. We'd drag him over to the
sofa, dump him on it, then bind his ankles together.
I'd sit on the sofa near Jer's feet. David would go off to the kitchen
and raid the English bear's fridge.
I'd pull Jer's bound legs up so that his sneakered feet are resting
on my lap. After a while I'd remove his sneaks and socks and set
them aside (remember to take your kidnap victim's socks off before
you bind the ankles--getting those smelly Champions off Jer's feet
in this instance was a bitch). Anyway, after a while of drinking
in the sight of Jer's bare size-eleven feet, I'd slip the tip of
my tongue between his toes. And as I proceed to lick between all
ten of them, I'd be floating in a carnal haze.
Once I begin licking his tender, baby-soft soles all over, my entire
body would feel electrified . . . my cock hard as a rock. I'd bathed
his smooth heels with my tongue . . . letting this fantastic sensation
wash all over me as I do so. And once my load was shot, I'd see
to it that Jer--after he regained consciousness--got would he wanted
too. I'd begin by unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers and freeing
the British bear's uncut tool.
Jer, like Dave, likes to have his feet tickled, so I'd use my fingertips
to lightly to stroke over both of his bare ticklish soles, scraping
from his smooth heels to his cute, wriggling toes. Almost instantly
the tickling sensation on the bottoms of his naked feet forces the
British bear into spasms of wailing laughter. I'd pick up the pace
every two minutes, using my fingernails to trace patterns all over
his arches and stroking the fleshy part of the balls of his feet.
Then Id gently pry apart each of his toes and scrape between them.
Poor kid would try his damndest to pull his feet away, but his ankles
would be tied together too well for that. He'd be completely helpless
to stop me from doing whatever I wanted.
I'd push his legs up so that his knees are up against his chest.
When I see that his penis is engorged to the max and shiny with
it's first few tears of excitement, I'd increase my attack on his
feet with one hand, while stroking him off with the other. Soon
he'd gush cum in seemingly impossible amounts while arching his
back, scrunching his eyes shut and screaming like a banshee.
I can almost cum just by watching the intense way that Jer shoots
his load!
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