DAVID 341-1
Note: As far as I can tell, two different David 341s were published by MOS.
I have no idea why the numbers were duplicated.
Yet two renders are numbered David 341, and they are very distinct.
Here, the "first" David 341 is presented.
—Webmaster
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"No," said Brian. "Leave the briefs on."
David gave no sign of the relief he felt, although he knew that relief would be temporary. He had readied himself for the lewd and humiliating outburst that was sure to come from Brian upon the unveiling of his cock. Now he had a reprieve of sorts. The thin fabric of his briefs did little to hide his manly parts though. Brian stared almost as much as if they were uncovered. For a moment, David thought that Brian was going to take them in his mouth for he bent forward at the waist until his face was just a few inches from the big, thick cock barely hidden by the straining fabric. But Brian held his hand out towards David's right foot.
"Give me your foot," he said.
David carefully balanced himself on his left foot and raised the right one. Brian took it by the heel and guided it between his thighs until the huge foot was nestled beneath the crotch of his trousers. Carefully, he peeled off the sock, raising the big man's size 17 EEE foot just enough to slip the sock off, and then he tossed the sock to the floor and was about to shove the foot under himself again when he stopped.
"Jeezus!" He yelled. "Even your feet are prefect!" Brian had never been much of a foot aficionado, but surely everyone had something lumpy or clumsy about their feet. Such a big man should have something ungainly at least. But these feet were big, wide, strong, smooth, perfectly pedicured, and had a glow that was halfway between baby pink and lifeguard tan. He shoved the foot under his balls. "OOOoooo," he said. "Feel that," he said as he rubbed the crotch of his trousers across David's toes. "Genuine vicuna. Ten thousand for the trousers alone."
David gave him a menacing look. "Nice," he said. "You paid too much though."
Brian's smile vanished. He shoved David's foot in farther and barked, "Wiggle your toes!"
David did as ordered, tickling Brian's balls through the soft fabric. Brian's grin was devilish, and he laughed softly as he made the big man stimulate him. But the look of humiliation he longed for never appeared. Those ice blue eyes stared down at him, cool and bright, and that square jaw, like a block of granite, remained fiercely set.
Brian shoved David's foot away. He snapped his finger and motioned for the other foot. David raised it, placed it on the seat, and rammed it all the way to the back of the chair. Brian gasped, and then he struggled to push David's shin away. David leaned slightly forward, until all his weight was focused on the chair. Brian's thin, vicuna-clad thighs now straddled the better part of 375 pounds of angry muscle. David pushed on the chair. It went rolling back a few inches until it struck the desk behind Brian. David leaned forward a bit more, until his knee was in front of Brian's delicate goatee.
Brian grunted as he tried to push the shin away.
David smiled.
"Get your stupid foot off my chair!" Brian snapped.
David pulled his foot away, but not before Brian grabbed it, and ripped the sock off.
"Stand up!" Brian ordered.
"I am standing up," David said.
"Well just stand there," said Brian. His face was flushed with anger. He took a large sip from his Martini. He opened a small drawer in the side table. In the brief moment that it was open, David saw that it was full of empty candy wrappers, cash register receipts, coupons, loose batteries, and pens with advertising on them.
"Not very threatening," said David.
"Shut up!"
David shrugged as though apologizing.
From the depths of the drawer, Brian brought forth a bottle of baby oil. "Here" he said, and he tossed the bottle into the air. David caught it. "I want the faintest sheen on you. Get to work."
"What am I gonna wipe my hands on?" David asked as he stared straight at Brian's trousers.
"Just do it," said Brian. "And cut the smart ass attitude."
David lowered his gaze.
"That's better,'" said Brian. "Now...." he leaned back in his chair and smiled. "Step a little closer."
David did as he was told.
"Closer."
David took another step forward until his shins were against Brian's chair. Brian raised his right leg and crossed it over his left thigh, and then he slouched down in his chair a bit, the picture of leisure. His right shoe rested just an inch from David's crotch. He smiled up at David and reversed the game they'd just played. He gently inserted his foot underneath David's balls and moved his foot up and down.
David stood bolt upright.
Brian laughed. "Feel good?"
David didn't answer.
"Does it get you excited to know that your balls are being toed by $1,500 Ferragamos?"
"It might if your feet were bigger."
"All right, that's it," Brian pressed up hard with his shoe, and David responded by gasping and rising up onto his toes. "I don't want to hear another word out of you. Not a single word. Do you understand? Nod."
David nodded.
"One word...one "ouch", one "no", one "stop"...and you can kiss those funds goodbye. Is that clear?"
David nodded.
"Now," Brian said as he settled back in his chair. "Open that bottle and pour a thin stream of oil across your chest. Then hand the bottle to me. While my toes play with your balls, you're going to treat me to a show...a slow, sensual oiling of your pecs. Note the word "slow". Slow and gentle. If you go too fast, I'll give you a signal." He pushed up hard with his foot.
David gasped.
"Make it feel good. Enjoy yourself. I want to be able to see, on your face and in your eyes, how very good it feels. Now, you still can't say a word, but you can make sounds. I want to hear how good it feels to make those big, hairy pecs all slippery. Get going. You don't have to concern yourself with time. I'll tell you when to stop. But I want it slow. And I want to hear whimpers and moans. Show me how good it feels."
The briefs strained to contain him, and Brian slowly drove him mad. He didn't need to pretend as he cupped his big paws around his pecs and slowly slid them in lazy circles. He whimpered when his rough hands touched his nipples. The throbbing pressure of his imprisoned cock made him moan, and still Brian was not satisfied, yet he dared not utter a word. His cock ached and drooled. Brian would pretend to bite it through the damp briefs, and he could feel his teeth. Finally Brian slowly pulled the briefs down around his hips, and his massive muscle pole sprang up and slapped his belly. He wanted to touch it. It was all he could do to resist, and Brian knew.
Brian pulled him forward again. "Put your hands behind your head," he ordered.
David flared his lats, thrust out his chest, flexed his biceps, and put his hands behind his head.
"Stay like that," said Brian, and then he proceeded to tickle the head of David's cock with the tip of his tongue.
David shuddered wildly. His torso twisted and he gasped for breath. Brian was skilled. The tongue sought out the most sensitive niches...the underside of the head, the piss slit, the edge of the crown. The throbbing gave way to a steady, tight pounding. Brian dragged the rough surface of his tongue along the underside of David's cockhead to lap up every drop of precum the sobbing man produced. Finally, he leaned back in his chair again, and reached into the breast pocket of his jacket and produced another small bottle of clear liquid. "Here," he said as he held it up to David.
The big man lowered his hands, and he took the bottle.
"That's the finest lube money can buy," Brian said. "Like liquid silk. Open it."
David's hands were trembling. His mind was spinning. He ached to touch himself in all the places that felt so good. He opened the bottle and looked at Brian.
"I want you to pour that on your cock...slowly. And then I want you to spread it up and down the shaft, and the head, with just your forefinger and your thumb. Your hand must never stop moving. You're going to start very, very slowly, and then I'll have you go a little faster. And then you'll add another finger, and then another until you're spreading it up and down with your fist."
David trembled.
"But don't you dare cum."
David's eyes went wide. "But...!" And then he slapped a hand across his mouth.
Brian laughed. "I'll let that one slide. And speaking of sliding...get to work."
David hesitated.
"Remember...no stopping. And no cumming."
2007