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Friday, October 4, 2024

[SS-1444] Tactile Identification


TACTILE IDENTIFICATION

The four basketball players were in between seasons. They were in a resort, having some fun and recreation with their coach. They paid to close down the resort so that they had it all to themselves.

The basketball players were horsing around while shirtless. Their muscled bodies were on display.

The coach was in his thongs. He was following them around and serving them, doing whatever they ordered him to do.

A few months ago, these players discovered the coach's submissive tendencies when they caught him in his office with his hands tied behind his back. He was wearing leather chaps and a mouth gag.

It was then that the coach had accepted his fate to be dominated by his players to increase their morale.

One of the players tied a blindfold on his head, "let's see if you can identify us just by touching our bodies, you slut."

The coach, without seeing anything, started to touch a chest. He uttered a name.


"Correct!" the touched player said.

Then the coach moved to the next man, touching his abs. He called out a name.

"Correct! If you get us all correct, you will get the treatment that you want," declared the player.

The coach excitedly touched the third player. He got the name right. Then he went to the fourth one.


"Look at this fucking pervert! Of course he knows who I am because he already identified the three of you," the fourth jeered, "you just wanted to touch me. Ugh!"

"You all feel so good... please use me, I am yours..." the coach pleaded.

The four carried the coach to the pool and threw him there. They all jumped into the water and pushed down their shorts.

They all took turns fucking the coach's mouth while his head was underwater.




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