My back arches severely to account for the stretch I’m being forced to endure. He continues his assault, beating my cock and balls with his hands. I groan into my gag, fighting the feelings I’m having, trying to convince myself it feels good. Gay sex PLEASE!”Master tries to turn it but it’s at it’s limit. You will be tortured only for the sake of pain, and as a punishment for cumming at your ex-job. “Please. What was once white noise and groans and whips is now nearly a horror movie. He rubs his crotch at the sight of me in my predicament. Sweat dripped all throughout my body. Ropes turn and pull on my limbs, stretching me. Ropes turn and pull on my limbs, stretching me. No matter how well you perform tonight, you will not be fucked. That’s what I am for. I take all thirty zaps, feeling drained. However, as a faggot, you crave sex, don’t you boy?”“Yes, Mashter!”CRACK!The bullwhip comes crashing in on my exposed left nipple; a fresh welt painted where it kissed me. “Your Masters already relieved our balls of any cum we had on your brother.
