I dragged him by the hair and pushed him to the floor. Hooded him. Cuffed his hands to the base of the A-frame. A spreader bar kept his ankles apart. Rope to make his legs stay put. I raked a Whartenberg wheel all over his body. His left nipple drooled blood. With my single tail, I lashed at his chest, legs, balls while he whimpered and squirmed. Then I took the cane to him. Inner thighs. Soles. Nipples. The tip of the cane colored with blood. I smiled.
"Now you're really fucked," I said.
He went over the horse. Strapped and padlocked down. I put on my harness and violated his long-neglected ass. His chastity cage made sure his cock stayed soft. I put on the latex suffocation hood and harnessed in an even bigger dildo.
Told ya.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Sometimes, I Like It Rough
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3 comments:
Is that something that already happened or something that might happen in the future?
Hrmmmm, do I get credit or blame... or both? ;)
You'd hafta ask him. ;-)
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