Bret was built like a brick shithouse. A big chest, hair all over the two hard slabs of muscle ending in hard pointing tits. Then a furrow black hair running down his washboard hard belly to his crotch. There he had biggest, fattest, fist-headed cock and  juiciest balls I’ve ever seen in all of my life. All of him balanced on two knotted, muscular legs that kicked the shit out of anybody who called him a fairy.
That’s the guy who was standing over me, his dick sticking its twelve pulsing inches at my face - I was Bret ’s slave and he had me chained down to a “sex machine” as he called it. Both my wrists were strapped with leather thongs. My ankles too, trapped on the machine, spread-eagled on my belly, with my own pecker sticking and slipping against the black leather all over the machine...