“Yes, I do,” he said. He was sweating now. I took the clamps off again, and once more he whimpered. And once more I manipulated his n*****s, enhancing the pain. He wriggled, trying but in vain to get away somehow. I bent and took each n****e between my teeth in turn, biting them, first just a little, then a lot. Then I adjusted the clamps to the maximum force. “This is going to be bad,” I said. “Do you really want to please me?”
“Yes,” he said quietly.
I twisted his n*****s again, really hard, digging in my nails. “You want to offer me your pain, like a good, good boy?”
“Yes,” he said through gritted teeth.
I stood over him and very carefully replaced the clamps on his n*****s. When the first one went on, he screamed.
“Dear, dear,” I said. “I thought you were going to be a good boy.”
