he attached two steel clamps to my nipples, their sharp teeth cutting into my skin. Each clamp had a chain that hung down, and he attached these to a ring that he fastened around my dick. As the weight of my dick pulled the chains, the clamps got tighter, making me scream from a new source of pain.
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.
My shirt was pulled back, my trousers dropped and three pairs of hands began to stroke, pummel and push. It was Matt who first crossed the boundary of decency. He put an arm round my shoulder, forcing me to lean back onto him, while his spare hand closed over my genitals.
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.