“Yes, sir,” I spit back anxiously. As I think of my broken vows to Pierre, I wonder if perhaps this time the man is right. Perhaps I am as foul and vulgar as he charges.
He stares into my remote, fixed eyes and taking a n****e between his fingers, he squeezes until I feel nothing but pain emanating from that one place. He lets it go with a vicious twist, then the rounded, finger-sized handle of his cane prods my ass, moving so deep that I think the whole thing will get lost inside. Even so, I already know that his cruel treatment is not enough to satisfy the wildness that breeds in me.
“You want more,” he notes that fact with some glee.
“Yes, sir!” I answer, my voice becoming thick and breathless.
“Yes, yes, I can see that. You want something huge and manly crammed into this butthole
