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'BOOTED
PREY'
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BOOTLUST's TOP Trooper: |
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CPL
DANIEL BARRY
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IN
BARRY's FAVORITE PERSONAL JERK-OFF FANTASY
HE COMPARES HIMSELF TO PRIZE "PREY",
LIKE AN ANIMAL BROUGHT DOWN IN THE WILD BY
A CRAFTY "PREDATOR."
"I
imagine him toying with my limp athletic body.
It's not just to make sure I'm out cold. Like
a cat tossing it's fresh catch around, he
gets a high out of totally dominating me."
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 BOOTLUST
PLAYS REQUESTS- Plenty of e-mails arrived asking to see
more of Trooper BARRY (from PIG PILE #5). BARRY is an athletic
20-year-old with a smooth swimmer's bod. His favorite sport
is extreme mountain biking. "Next to that my duties
as a bicycle patrol cop can seem pretty fuckin' tame!"
Like most of the men who've shared fantasies of being knocked
out and placed totally at some evil dude's mercy, Barryin
real life is a highly competitive TOP. Barry asked us to
add, "Fantasies are for fun. Try this on me in real
life and you'll be hurting."
(SCAN DOWN FOR MENU OF VIDEO CLIPS
& STILLS)
Cpl
BARRY- In
my personal fantasy, and in real life, I'm an athlete into
endurance sports. My bod isn't bulging with muscles. I've
built myself up for speed over the long haul. I'm like an
animal that can out run any predator, unless, of course
the predator plays smart and dirty. My personal turn-on
fant is to have a "predator" stalk me and bring
me down, then enjoy the hell out of dominating me.
The "predator" could be some bad dude who wants
me off patrol so he's free to rob and pillage without interference.
For fantasy purposes it doesn't matter to me who or what
he is. All that matters is what he does----with me.
His tactics are like those of a big cat hidden in the brush,
watching his intended prey and waiting. He learns everything
about my patrol route. He uses that knowledge to set his
trap for me. It's simple but very effective- a thin wire
stretched across the part of the bike path where he knows
I like to pour on the speed. I hit the wire. I'm knocked
off my bike. Before I can figure out what the fuck's happened
to me, he's on me-the big cat pouncing on his prey! The
first thing a cat does with an animal it's just brought
down is stop all its means of resistance. Instead of chompin'
on my neck, this dude just punches me out. The result is
the same for me. I'm twitchin' in a ditch. My lights are
out. All my endurance training, by honed reflexes, my speed--
all count for nothin'. Now my lean body is totally the predator's
property. Thinking of myself like that makes me instantly
hard, and I just get harder as I imagine him toying with
my limp arms and legs. It's not just to make sure I'm out
cold. He's getting a predator's high off totally dominating
of me.
Again
like a cat, he e drags me (by my lace up boots) through
the dirt and drops me in a private place where he won't
have to share me with intruders.
He continues celebrating his take down of me by playfully
taking from me all my defenses-my gun belt and-of course-
my boots. (I
could cum just imagining him unlacing my boots and wrestling
them off my feet.)
My predator methodically takes my uniform off me ...think
of a tiger stripping the outer skin off his catch. It's
kind of like taking away my identity. As he peels my biking
shorts and my underwear off me, the predator gets down to
my "meat."
My cock and my ample scrotum spread out before him. I
may have the runner's build of a Thompson's Gazelle, but
I also happen to be hung like a bull buffalo!
At this point in my fant, I got a decision to make. If I
choose to have him sucking on or licking my balls, like
he's tasting 'em, I'll instantly fire my load, and this
FANT is instnatly OVER. If I want to keep enjoying the scene
, I'll envision him continuing to amuse himself toying with
me. He rolls me over. I'm mostly naked now. My athlete's
bubble butt and slender waist and a teasing view of my ball
sack make the dude slobber (yeah- just like a big nasty
pussy in heat!) When he finally tires of me, he'll roll
me back over half way and leave me in a pose of permanent
submission. Bring on the fuckin'jackals!
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