He calls me slave and ties me up frequently. He continued until the tools finally tore the skin and pulled loose. He immediately re-secured the clamps right on top of the already damaged skin. Ken was using my pain as a way to lessen his own pain. He grabs me roughly by the shoulders and spins over. (I can’t believe I had more pain from my nipples than the abusive clamping of my poor penis.) He tied a clothesline cord to the pliers, and started whipping the cord back and forth violently. Amidst all these other sensations, I suddenly realized he was sticking my right nut with something very sharp. Well, turns out that when Ken said strictly a top, he meant he doesn’t suck cock or take in the ass (no surprises so far, eh), or even touch cock in any manner at all.
