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Lately, Breigh has been doing her best work afterhours from her pole dancing and backroom phone sex at the Bada Bing. She has been schnapping off cocks after flaming them with 100-proof Hot Damn. It is damn hot to watch. Breigh strips upstairs with the girls. However, she prefers the downstairs dungeon stages where nude guys dance for guys. She is mesmerized by the fag bathrooms down there, where guys go down down there and gag on cocks protruding through the access ports of call. She does her phone sex while sitting on the head, cover down of course, and erotically describing what she sees to the callers. It always gets them off. On starboard we have a 12-inch BBC with a huge bag of balls and lots and lots of pre-cum. On the port side with have a large white cock, which I agree is unusual, but it is nice and amazingly cute. Breighs specialty is femme-forced bi, so her callers love the descriptions. Of course they dont need much forcing to discuss their hypnotic cravings for cock. She calls herself a fag trainer, and they are honored by the term they intend to earn. All of this has been cumming and going for a while but she has introduced a fresh new twist of twistedness. Being close to Canada, she had a few north-country trainees track her down to see and feel what might happen should they insert their own cocks and balls into the stall when Breigh was on a call. Well, a whole herd of trainees headed down to the Bing one Saturday and they were of a special class, the class who wanted to get neutered as they transitioned into the fully committed commitment to being solely, and sorely sometimes, totally bottom fags. They had been following Breighs blogs and they were very ready. Briegh was also very ready. She told them the secret knock sequence to use and which stalls to enter and which ports to penetrate. One by one and inch by inch, the Canadian cocks entered the stall, keeping one eye, as it were, on their sexy hostess who was there to greet them. She had a friend, Tina, who was also there, to eat them. Here is where the Hot Damn comes in. Breigh and Tina had done a shakedown cock and ball removal before the big day and with that guy they used boiling bacon grease on his balls. It worked, sure, but left a mess and was not good for cholesterol levels. By the time they worked up to the cock, the Hot Damn idea came to them and warmed them like a swallowed shot of cinnamon schnapps on a cold winter night. The trainee fags had followed Breighs instructions perfectly and all cocks came into the stall pre-banded according the elastrator manufacturers instructions, and they had correctly used the more expensive fireproof bands. They did this fag-to-fag in the four-hour bus ride to the Bing. Breigh and Tina smiled back when they poked their heads in (followed by the shafts and balls). Tina poured and Breigh basted. The Hot Damn soaked and marinated the phallic art that looked like hunting trophies mounted on a wall. This wall was not oak paneled but was decorated in the art nouveau genre of subway walls and tenement halls for a good time, call k at 555-BLOW, and so forth. You get the picture, because, be honest, youve seen this picture yourself. After a few minutes of careful coating, the Hot Damn was ignited to higher temperatures. The flaming cocks and balls could not be withdrawn during the flambé because fellow fags were ass-fucking them and pressing them very tight to the panel on the other side. Breigh and Tina flamed and broiled 20 this way. There were lots of edible parts to collect during and after. There was not much blood, but there was some. The glory holes became a bit more gory, but the exquisitely decorated stall panel has now been removed to MOMA as a tribute to new levels in modern performing visual art. The cock and ball parts have been removed to Breighs and Tinas refrigerator.
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