Nips 1

A soft whirrr as the electric winch starts up heralds the increasing tension on my arms as they are pulled towards the ceiling. Soon I am hanging inches off the floor, my body stretched and faint hints of future pain already present. Sir's throwing a small party for some friends and I'm to hang here by my wrists as part of the entertainment. Brushing my cheek with the back of his hand, his other seeking a nipple to twist, Sir silently promises punishment should I fail to entertain.

'Looking good, boy. You probably think you're pretty hot shyte. Cute little pecker and ping-pong balls always look good on lads like you. Pert little nips as well.'

Later a leather Sir stands in front of me surveying the naked flesh on display. (That's me.) Knowing better than to look directly at a Sir I keep my head bowed. As he spoke so quietly to me the Sir underlined his words by pinching my dickhead, gripping my balls and twisting my left nip. I would have yelped as he punctuated his words but my mouth was busy with the bit gag Sir had fitted on me.