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Friday, February 16, 2024

[SS-1348] Condo Training


CONDO TRAINING

Baste was a very popular bachelor in the city. He was perfect. He was a topnotch graduate in his university. He has also landed a well-paying corporate job. He is also a paddle boater. He is very athletic. It showed in his body. This is all on top of his dapper looks.

After the paddle boating sessions, women would swarm him and take pictures with him. They would invite him to parties, but he would respectfully decline.

"I still have to continue my training in the condo," Baste told them.

At the condo, he would be seen swimming for almost three hours. The condo dwellers would be lucky to see him at the common pool. He usually would just wear trunks while he is water training.


Nobody really seemed to find it weird that he never liked doing night outs. He would just stay home.

Little did they know that he was undergoing a special nightly training.

During the midnight, Baste would climb the fire exit stairs ten levels up from where his condo unit was. He entered room 696.

There waiting for him was a middle aged muscular man, wearing nothing but white trunks.


"Master," Baste bowed and took off all his clothes. He was already hard.

The man tied him up, shibari style. He placed a buttplug inside Baste and turned it to the highest vibration.

This was Baste's most enduring training. He would be tied up, trying to hold his cum while he was being ravaged by a butt plug.

The master just watched his sweaty body writhed in pain and pleasure.

Baste was able to hold for six hours. Then his dick started spewing cum involuntarily.

The master smirked, "new record. Six hours."



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