At length Glen felt his buttocks being pulled wide apart and the warm firmness of a large knob probing his anus. He sighed with anticipation. This was bliss. The man still didn't hurry, he teased for a while, but then Glen felt him tense slightly. Two hands gripped his hips.
I sit here waiting naked in his dungeon, bound by the chains that cut into the flesh on my wrists and ankles. I am waiting for darkness to fall as I know he will come and see me then. I am awaiting my punishment for daring to have slept with one of the gypsy slaves yesterday.
He probed beneath them, tickling that part between balls and arsehole and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. My wrists strained against the cord that tied me and I thrashed my head from side to side. The pleasure was almost unbearable.