“Take that, and that and that and that!” the Goddess in question cried. “Take your punishment and love me for it, you Slut-boy slave!”
And so Alex did, for the entirety of that all too brief ten minutes.
Streaming sweat stung salt in his wounds, and still he writhed in his agonized blackness, praying to his new Goddess to always own him, always punish him like this and above all always f**k him until he cried. When the buzzer finally sounded and the roar of the crowd announced their unstinting approval Slut-boy wriggled frantically where he hung, desperate for the most evanescent touch on his impossibly turgid prick. Of course none came. He was merely lowered to the floor, seized by the feet and dragged off the stage on his back, the friction of the wood against his bare skin burning his
