“Ah – h – h…. It hurts, Master.”
“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? If it weren’t going to cause you pain, you wouldn’t have volunteered to be tortured, would you?”
“No, Sir.”
“Look at it this way; we just got started. Your Mistresses won’t be back for another hour or two, so we’ve got plenty of time to play.”
He grabbed my balls again and squeezed them until I was screaming in agony. When my screaming lessened, he crushed them even harder. After a couple of minutes, he released them.
“What, you didn’t expect some other pain while you lay there? Do you think the ancient torturers did that? No, they used red hot irons, flesh ripping rakes and sharp toothed pliers. If you weren’t wearing those fake boobs, I’d have some nasty things biting into your n*****s. But you leave me only a few p
