Though he’s finally stopped crying, Brian’s eyes are still red and swollen. Tear tracks streak his still furiously blushing cheeks and he stands humbly at my command just as I’ve ordered him to. He’s mine to punish and afflict and enjoy to my aggrieved heart’s delight. Damn, just the sight of him fills me with so much sadistic glee I want to giggle like a child. It’s crucial to stay in character however. He’s the one to be made to feel regressed, not to mention terrified, humiliated and impotent – and in agonizing pain. I reach out, between his spread legs and under that urgently tumescent erection, and once again take his vulnerable balls in my hand. Then I speak severely to him in a manner befitting a child, an inferior, a slave and condemned criminal.
“You are going to feel extreme pai
