BBFC: Matthew Pays

It’s not so rare for ‘pretty boys’ to ‘suffer for art’ (the Sting stable knows all about that, stripped and scarlet-spanked, studly squirts submissively suffering scores and scores of swats, defrocked-derriere-dearly-damning discipline-scenes dolefully done-over for better camera-angles …), but(t) super-studious, smart-looking and smart-minded scientist-in-spe Matthew must most miserably make miser-ends meet by meekly-upended male-mounds-meat-meeting-mercilessly-metout-misery in elders-enjoyed eerily-exposed-end-endurances for expensive science’s sake, painstakingly-painfully putting himself through crushing college fees and complement costs with his frat film fees, frockless flailings for most, feeling fucking-flogged-fanny-fuckedup for fucking financial finality.
As he once posted his pittiful, painfully-penetrant punitive plugging by pittiless punisher Dimitri, destitute and desperate for a fast-found film for the frat, and now needs much more money fast for a super-special scientific seminar, he sighed and swollowed his pride, preparing a plan to be paid plenty for penile penetrations by a pair of Priapic-performing, prettily-paying ‘pledgemaster-pupils’, preparing properly for the probably-painful predatory-public-pleasing puppy-penetration-premiere by a prop-prep-program of plug-penetrations.
Teodor, always suitably supportive of study-financing, agreed to let the pentration-prone pair come over to filthily-festively fullsize-fucker-phallus-fill his finest-featured fledgling’s frail fanny from-behind to financially-fruitfully film the fiendish fucking-fest, this once, the frathouse being CoVid-closed,
but(t) was called away stat on a family-emergency (to properly-professionally flog some scarlet-striped sense in a currish kin-orphan’s clothless cones considering to cut and quit classes, completely compromising college-qualification), no time to inform anyone.
Instant interim Dimitri indignantly inspects the imp’s intolerable ‘intimacy in-public’, instantly imposing in-line-intense intimate imp-intimidation, promptly pounding the poor puppy’s perfectly-perilous posterior painstakingly-painfully pelt-penetrating purple-pained, progressing plugging the ‘pretentious-puerile-prick-poophole’ plentifully.
Meekly-meeting mounted-male-mounds-mercilessly-metout mean martyry, Matthew merely moans miserably, most mindful the movie-men may meet his man-handled mounted-mounds-misery in many minutes, maybe mercifully the mindlessly-mate-made ‘mini-movie’ for the mates may meet the movie-standard.
That proves idle hope: Dimitri confiscates the comrade’s camera too and covers their clothless cahoot-cur-cones in criss-cross crimson cane-cuts cross-couch after calling-off the CP-coverage-crew’s claim, considering they can’t conceivably compromise the castigator’s ‘conservative calling’.
Fortunately for the financing-fearfull, fearsomely-firmly-fanny-flogged&-fucked fellow, the frat finds the film-concept fine-enough to foot a fast-advance and wait for the first Teodor-day after his return, to film the original half-fee and as make-up full-fee the flogging-variation, starring a fine-featured frat-senior in Dimitri’s place flinging a frat-paddle flogging the full-forced-plugged fanny for frat-fun, all-over the angelically-adorable all-AAs adolescent-academic’s already-awesomely-awfully-aching arse all-over-again, and alas again-all-again after a camera-crash.