Corey looks around, struggling desperately in Brad's hand. All the more exciting his captor. He suddenly feels his clothes being tugged on, and hears a quick tearing as his shirt is, quite literally, ripped off him. His pants were more gently tugged off, and he could feel the eyes looking him over.
A large, telephone pole of a finger poked at Corey's nether, and Corey gasped. The large digit started to rub, and despite Corey knowing it was wrong, he couldn't help but be turned on by the motion. He moaned a little, an erecting starting to bud at the continuous prodding of Brad's finger.
Brad's finger removed itself as soon as Brad saw his tiny slave's hormones would aid in both their desires.
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