Jonny was about to impale my balls when Eric stopped him: “The boys with the dogs have paid us quite a bit – they’ll be upset if we castrate it now. Let’s give it a final harsh ass-caning, something for it to remember”. Jonny hammered some metal loops into the ground and attached my arms and legs to them. Gay sex An hour or two later, Jonny and Jez emerged smiling and chatting from their four-way sex session to put me in one of the dog-shit sacks, just like they’d promised. Of course, I was still standing like they’d left me, naked, handcuffed, gagged and attached by my balls to the post next to those stinking sacks. Jez looked me in the eyes and then gave me a hard kick in my tied-up balls. I doubled up as he started to untie me, taking care to smack my swelling balls with the rough rope as he did so . “Listen, cunt”, said Jonny as he pointed to the biggest and foulest of the sacks, “We’re going to release your hands so you can use them to half-empty that dog-shit sack. Make enough space to climb into it and into the skank that’s left in it – that sack’s going to be your sleeping-bag for tonight
