“I’ll get used to it too.”
“Tell me… how old are you?”
“Nineteen last month.”
“Ever had s*x? Ever f****d a girl?”
He just looked down and didn’t say anything and then changed the subject.
“I’m tired of tying myself up and torturing myself to get what I need.”
“What do you need?”
“I need the pain to get myself hard and blow my rocks. That’s why I read those stories and pretend I’m the guy being tortured. That’s what excites me. Then I try to duplicate it and make it as painful as possible. I like it that way.”
“Okay, I understand.”
Suddenly Susanne walked into the clearing. “So how was your day?”
“It was good until about an hour ago when two gay bashers came by. One of them shoved this stick up my ass and f****d me with it.”
“Holy s**t. Are you okay?”
“Yea, a little bleeding but
