Might Need To Order A Box Of Donuts If Tanner Wins

Kind of unusual to find old pictures of Dylan that are from somewhere other than my old blog.

Bdb

Post-ice bath, pre-getting ambushed by a team of wranglers and hauled off to the nearest dairy farm to be chained down on his hands and knees and hooked up to a milking machine while being tickled and stimulated to warm him up with a nice long pumping as he snorts into a gag.

Never seen Tanner looking so good wearing this much.

No layers required for *pumping* tomorrow, however

(with those feets getting tickled in stocks)

‘Hey, hey, let go!’ yelled Tanner, as two guys who’d been hanging around the trampoline park grabbed him mid-jump and carried him to a van outside to be hogtied, gagged, and driven off to a quiet little dairy farm to be milked of all his thick, delicious “Kansas Kreme”…

Grrr, those soles need such a licking and tickling (and locking in stocks)