“Come here, asshole,” Carlos demanded as he walked to the side of the runway.
I saw nothing but one concrete block but I followed his lead. Attached to the block was a four foot length of chain. My now new best friend picked up the loose end and locked it to one of the rings of my ball stretcher.
“We’re going to take the jeep and head down to our cabin and have a little drink. It’s only about a half a mile. We’ll expect you down there shortly. If you aren’t there by the time we finish our second beer, you’ll get your first whipping. Understand?”
“But how can I get down there with that thing hooked to my testicles? Come on, man, give me a break.”
“I figure a book smart man like you could easily figure it out. You’ll drag the f*****g thing down there!” he said with a chuckle.
They both
