Nips 1
A soft whirrr as the electric winch starts up heralds the increasing tension on my arms as they are pulled towards the ceiling. Soon I am hanging inches off the floor, my body stretched and faint hints of future pain already present. Sir's throwing a small party for some friends and I'm to hang here by my wrists as part of the entertainment. Brushing my cheek with the back of his hand, his other seeking a nipple to twist, Sir silently promises punishment should I fail to entertain.
'Looking good, boy. You probably think you're pretty hot shyte. Cute little pecker and ping-pong balls always look good on lads like you. Pert little nips as well.'
Later a leather Sir stands in front of me surveying the naked flesh on display. (That's me.) Knowing better than to look directly at a Sir I keep my head bowed. As he spoke so quietly to me the Sir underlined his words by pinching my dickhead, gripping my balls and twisting my left nip. I would have yelped as he punctuated his words but my mouth was busy with the bit gag Sir had fitted on me.
'Looking good, boy. You probably think you're pretty hot shyte. Cute little pecker and ping-pong balls always look good on lads like you. Pert little nips as well.'
Later a leather Sir stands in front of me surveying the naked flesh on display. (That's me.) Knowing better than to look directly at a Sir I keep my head bowed. As he spoke so quietly to me the Sir underlined his words by pinching my dickhead, gripping my balls and twisting my left nip. I would have yelped as he punctuated his words but my mouth was busy with the bit gag Sir had fitted on me.
3 years ago