Leather Cinch

I would really prefer not to go into the reasons why I so enjoyed fastening the Leather Cinch around the base of his cock and tightening it until he whimpered.  Suffice it to say that I did.  Immensely.  I have always liked hurting boys, almost as much as I like fucking them.  When I can combine the two, my day is made.

And straight to Hades with that sniveling little bitch-boy, anyways.  His dickhead bloomed a brand-new shade of purple when he saw how turned on I got by causing him pain.  This is my game, not yours, I thought.  So I pulled the Cinch a little tighter and trapped about a gallon of blood in that gorgeous prick of his and then proceeded to use him for what little he was worth.