Eric watched with a look of satisfaction on his face and told me, ‘Stop moving around, cunt, and let the boy do his job, or you’ll get 20 with my belt right there on your stretched ass and balls, and then the boy will start over, and’, he added, ‘you’ll get 20 more in the punishment room if I get blood on my belt’. I forced myself to stay nearly still, while the boy put bigger and nastier pieces of sandpaper into my asshole and moved them around enthusiastically. When he felt they were getting a bit worn or were slick with my asshole-blood, he would pull them out abruptly, almost with a flourish. A couple of the worst times he showed me the blood-soaked sandpaper with a broad grin on his face: ‘Nice, eh, cunt?’. Gay porn After about a half-a-dozen of these torture-scrapings, Eric decided that the pain from my burns had been fully restored – actually it was, as he had suggested, worse than the original burns, and it got worse still when Eric pointed the pepper-antiseptic punishment spray straight up my asshole on to the new wounds. I lifted my ass high off my bed and screamed louder than ever. Both Eric and the boy laughed at me. Eric untied my
