Chapter Six
“C’mon, honey, you can do it! C’mon. Oh, that’s my boy! My good boy.”
The last “click” of the hand crank winch filled the playroom and Patrick hung suspended. I had him all stretched out, that wonderful body extended to its uttermost limits. There was no part of him that wasn’t as tight as a drum, except maybe his c**k and balls, and those were just the right size. Hung by his arms, Patrick’s legs were well spread in the air with rope that ran from his ankles to small, trapdoor steel rings in the floor. Patrick’s rod stuck out with a slight upward curve. The purple head behaved like a brain of a separate animal, driven purely by instinct as it had grown and grown, awakened by a building pressure that directly went from Patrick’s pain right to his crotch. Already he bore my wh
