Feebly resisting, since his aching, stiff muscles refuse to obey him.
and soothing to the fire that flares in his joints
whenever he tries to coax them back into action.
It's a Christmas card sight but a daunting impediment to escape.
He's big, very big - and that's not all.
He gratefully yields to Tarquin's admiration.
But it's just a seduction
the man climbs astride him,
he thrusts himself forward
aiming to unmask and enter Tom's mouth.
Tom's muscles tighten again in painful defiance
his cock strains tightly against it's cruel cage
and his butt tightly clenches it's unyielding plug.
there's a nightmarish singing of