Thirty
“You’ve had a long day, Thomas. Would you like to be caned?”
A kindly Bai smiles in noting the many red stripes I bear along with the blue from Mumba. And yes I have indeed had a long day. In being staked out on the beach helpless and exposed, it seems that few of the passing island males could resist penetrating me in some manner. Two teens took me simultaneously, orally and anally, alternating to switch places every dozen thrusts. Gestures and words of the strange local language indicated that a contest or challenge had developed, the loser being he who would climax first. To end the gruff session I worked both sphincter and lips to bring quick eruptions of seed.
And so I humbly nod in reply to Bai’s question. The catharsis of pain, my narcotic, will calm the effect of hormones
