“Double it to ten for that”, said Chris calmly. Eight times Eddie caned the shaft of my dick. The pain was explosive, much worse even than my ass-caning. The first five were on the top of my dick and the next three on the extra-sensitive underside – Chris simply twisted it over for Eddie to cane the underside. Gay sex His twenty strokes left searing lines of fire across both buttocks and the tops of both thighs, and he managed to get a few into my crack which had been pulled open by the wide leg spreader. They laughed and Eddie added “Then Chris is going to fucking cane your ass and balls, and then you’re going to fucking eat our shit”. I felt an unbearable strain on my arms and shoulders as my handcuffed wrists were forced up towards my neck. I’m learning my lesson from you, Masters …” I tailed off. “We’re going to keep you in that torture-posture while we cane you. I deserve it”. The second smashed my pisshole, making it bleed. I think it was Chris who guided Eddie on to the worst websites. On his 18th birthday a few weeks later, I was given to Eddie. His mother thought it was a bit risky but his Dad shrugged: “If
