Mike can struggle all he like, but he’s now held in place by cold hard metal, and a pair of padlocks. There’s no escape as I stroll over and unceremoniously lower my naked arse over his horrified face, demanding he gets his tongue up my hole. Whenever Mike’s licking slacks off, I completely suffocate him in my hairy crack, until he’s bright red and panting, but finally giving me a decent rimjob. Soon, Dave demands a gaping wide open mouth and shoots a thick wad of cum onto Mike’s reluctant tongue, after which I drag him up and empty my own balls into his red, unhappy face. Not only has Mike been made to drink down all our piss and spunk, but he’s had his favourite song permanently associated with the whole humiliating, painful sexual ordeal.