He lay prone…

As I lay there beside him, I could hear him struggling to breathe; this was the issue of the twine I had tied around his flaccid penis and as he struggled to keep an erection at bay; to prevent the pain and to follow his instructions, it just hurt him more and he throbbed; turning purple and straining with a hard on he was trying to wish away.  I blew on the end before tapping the turgid flesh with the end of a cane….

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