Marshall - Chapter 2

Marshall glistens with sweat, staked out behind a wooded berm, just a hundred yards from a major highway, but from view. “What’s gonna happen?” he asks plaintively, as Seamus fondles and painfully squeezes his hairless cock and balls. Thousands of cars zoom by just a block away, but no one can see or hear, let alone help, this naked, vulnerable youth staked out and exposed. Seamus loves watching his prey’s tight, boyish body flex against his expert knots. He also loves inflicting pain on his boy, so he clips two clothespins to Marshall’s pink, erect nipples, making the boy groan in pain. After a few hours, he pulls the clothespins off and digs his fingernails into the swollen, super-sensitive nips, making Marshall squeal in agony, his screams muffled by the throbbing traffic, his for help unheard.