What a “bad, bad, bad boy” I had become. This sadomasochism stuff really worked and we both knew it. Gay sex Don’t you get it or are you just wasting MY TIME for the FUCK of IT?” I just replied, “Yes Sir,” in a less than authoritative voice and he noticed how I had replied and he said, “Speak up more clearly when spoken to, Boy Brandon. I was not here strictly for the punishment and the person administering the pain and the pleasure was not just doing his or her job. ‘Ya got that boy?”I said very firmly, “Yes Sir!” and with that he slapped my legs even harder with both hands like he was preparing a steak meal for supper with a meat tenderizer: his hands. This felt like more than just two people getting their jollies. I felt the flushness in my face and like I was really being turned on by this hot strapping young stud who was administering pain and pleasure to me but who I felt like he was torturing me until I couldn’t take it anymore and I would just die from a lack of attention because he was teasing me to the brink of an orgasm and I just couldn’t take it anymore.
