My own flutters feebly, the victim. He grunts his exertion with each thrust, using his grip on my balls for purchase and thus yanking them painfully, and I yelp in time with it, the pain sharp and tearing. What do you think?” I gave my pathetic little head-shake again and he laughed. He puts his hand over my breathing hole, and I struggle a little; a fool ignoring his training to be completely submissive. “But before that I want to do other things,” he said, his voice was throaty now, full of excitement, and it said a lot about the conditioning that I felt endeared to his childish and horny-little-fantasy tone of voice. He tightens his grip and the pain crawls up into my belly, gloats there. “Tomorrow, I’ll pop them tomorrow, and make you eat them, but for tonight they’re my toys,” he squeezes them again for emphasis, and I scream a little exasperated yelp. Back to the present with the gift of air again, but he moves his hand to my newly pierced left nipple,
