"I wanna see tears running down his face and hear him beg for mercy. Can you start up time for just him Buddy?"
I stand behind the laughably small redneck. Leaning over, I sandwich his arms behind him up against my thick hairy chest - holding him tight enough that he won't be able to get free. Then, I lift his scrawny legs up and secure them by his chest with my beefy hands. Now his ass hangs in the air for Rod to continue his fun. "Your wish is my command." Time starts up...
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