Gunnar Stone and Des Irez: No One Can Hear You Scream
When Des Irez?s car breaks down out in the desert in the middle of nowhere there is no help in sight and no cell phone reception. Suddenly his knight in shining armor in the form of Gunnar Stone appears to save him from impending doom. Or does he? Gunnar is so friendly and comforting, he offers Des a ride back to his place to use the phone where he soon learns the tow truck can?t make it out till morning. Not sure what to do or where to go, Des nervously accepts an offer to stay the night at Gunnar?s dilapidated trailer. He climbs into a sticky, stained and dirty old mattress and in the middle of the night Gunnar sneaks into his room and takes Des down, way down into his depraved and kinky world of hardcore sex and BDSM. He covers Des?s mouth and says ?I know why boys like you come around this part of the desert and I?m going to give you exactly what you want?. Des resists and tries to fight back but Gunnar is strong and meaty and can overpower Des in an instant. He slaps him around, manhandles him and throat fucks Des with his hard dick. Then Gunnar ties him up, bends Des across the table and fucks his ass good. With leather gloves on his hands Gunnar slaps and spanks Des?s sensitive butt and beats him with several wicked paddles until his ass is bright red. Des screams and moans in torment and Gunnar says ?scream all you want boy, no one can hear you out here, it?s just you and me.? Gunnar?s sweaty muscular body glistens in the dim light of the trailer as he pounds poor little Des?s ass out even harder than before. Next, in the bedroom on that nasty old mattress Des sucks Gunnar?s cock making him choke and his eyes water. Now gagged and up on his hands and knees Des gets the leather paddle on his ass, he squirms and moans but can?t escape the relentless blows of Gunnar?s twisted game. ?Weren?t you ever taught not to trust strangers boy?? He laughs, grabs hold of the rope around Des?s waist and fucks him deep and hard until he shoots his load all over his ass.
