FOREWORD
I started to whip his cock with the cat o’nine tails, enjoying watching him in pain, enjoying also seeing him degraded at my feet. On his knees!
When I began to get bored whipping him, I stopped for a moment and started to put a knot into each end of leather.
“What are you doing, Sir?”
“Shut up, cock-sucker!”
What I was doing was making it ten times as lethal. The hard leather knots would really sting him, really cause little welts to form on his tender cock skin. I wondered if he was tough enough to take it. I thought he probably was. He was both tough enough and loved pain enough. A deadly combination!
“Look at you,” I taunted him. “Big macho man in your black leather and your big bike. You thought you were so tough, didn’t you? But you’re just a cunt, you know that? Just a fucking cunt!”
“Hurry up, Sir. Hurry up and whip my cock. It needs it, Sir.”
“Oh, yeah, man—it needs it, all right. And it’s going to get it!”
I finished tying the last knot and flicked it hard across his cock. Lots of little leather knots dug into his cock flesh, leaving their marks. He really groaned this time. Really groaned and begged for more!
But he didn’t have to beg. He was going to get fucking more of it. Shit, man—he was dealing with Spike.
Yeah, he was messing with Spike!
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