"That's good, son. Of course, you always do good work. Look," he said, taking the money out of his pocket and peeling off a twenty, "Why don't you tak... Eli down to the store after dinner and treat yourselves to something special."Wendell was reluctant to take the money. "Thanks, Dad but the electric and telephone bills will be here this week. The lady said she'd call me for some other jobs but I don't know when that'll be. I'd feel bad about wasting money on junk." Son, sometimes you just got. I did and he stuck his cock in my mouth it was so big it barely fit,but it was so hot and smooth I liked it but it was going to deep and i started to gageand before i could jerk my head away he grabbed my head and started violenly fucking my face and i was gaging me. he slowed down and told me to relax my throwt act like i was chugging a beer.I did what he said and slowly he buried that big black cock all the way down my throght My cock throbbed as he started really fucking my face. A load moan. My hangover was dissolving, replaced by something even more confusing. All of my senses were overwhelmed by the moment. I tasted Kevin's mouth lingering on my tongue. I smelled our union, pungent and strong, my juices spilling around his cock, running down my skin to pool beneath me on sheets already soaked with sweat and cum and virginal blood. My skin burned everywhere his body touched mine. My ears were filled with the sound of my heart and lungs, fighting to keep me alive beneath the weight. I writhed equal to having my backside seared with a leather strap. Nothing ever hurt like that. I guess that's not true. Catching one of my testicles just right hurts more.Testicular punishment. I've done this myself, and had it done to me. I get naked and doggie like spanking my balls, but instead, torture them with strangulation. I cinch a cord around my scrotum and dangle weights from the cord until I can't stand it any longer. This hurts in a whole different way. You add more weight until.