Uncle's slutboy: the attack of the black men

For it was very cold. My head hangs right over the edge. And more and strong hands take stretching my arms down along the tableleg and tighten them firmly with handcuffs. An extra set of hands spread my legs and ties them too. Something rope is tied tightly around my neck and pulling my head down. The other end is tied hard on my cock and balls. So every time I try to move my head tightens painfully around my girlcock. I can feel the last of Grandfather's sperm running out of my ass and down my small balls and my dick.

All hands release me suddenly. I lie there for roughly 15 minutes before i manage to do something. My tears are sucked up by my blindfold and my sobs stifled by a gag. I have just allowed to lie and sizzle in my own fear.

Then the whip hits me that sends a shock throughout my body. Without warning and without mercy hits the whip down hard on my defenseless girlyass. I scream loud, but the gag stifle my screams and the only thing that comes out of small slurping sounds. I try frantically to get away from the battles. But with hands and feet tied, I can not dodge them. Forecasts are falling faster and harder now! My muffled screams continues and will stop only when I do not have more air and my body becomes slack on the cold table. But the battles continue, I can not keep track of how long. Gag is taken out and a saccharine voice close to my ear asking if I need more whip.

"No no no ouch, no more please, "I cry. "If you can count the next 10 we'll stop if you fail then we start all over again and put five strokes on top, ok?" The voice commands me. I lie just sobbing. But two quick blows on my ass makes me scream "yes, yes!" Immediately I have said it is the first battle * smack * and I scream "ah".

Next battle quickly follows * smack * and me that screams "two!". When we hit the seventh blow, I forget to count and the honeyed voice in my ear saying "aww too bad so close. But now we start all over again and this time to 15 ".