I wanted to rub my new tit rings and balls on his cock. I waited until we were alone and instructed to do so. We basically ran into the bedroom, so ex...ited to have privacy for this occasion! Master slipped my kimono off my body and ran his hands softly from my neck to my ass. He massaged my buttocks nicely as if kneading bread dough. As he pulled me closer, I ran my hands from his scalp, lightly caressing his earlobes with my fingertips, slowly working my way to his neck and chest, down to his. 'On here', she barked at me, and I set down the first of the two trays on her desk. 'You will sit on the floor. I don't want crumbs in my bed''Yes Captain'. The wooden floor was not cold or uncomfortable and I had finished the meagre breakfast in no time while the Captain was still pondering over the charts as she ate her toast and tea, occasionally sweeping the paper of crumbs.Eventually she got up and told me to get her a towel and spare uniform, which I picked up from the small wardrobe next. This time the focus was solely on the genitals.The whipping moved the needles in his cock, pushing them in deeper, some out from the other side, some getting pushed out altogether. Most of them stayed in, though. They kept on whipping for maybe ten minutes, and by then the screams had tapered into something more of a hoarse whine. He still struggled nicely.They stopped. The whips had caused blood to spill out from the needle holes. It was now running down the length of his ever-hard penis.. “I told you to. My brother Mark knows what I do over there, you think I could go there right across the street and no one know? We all know what happens there. My brother knows I’m queer, but he doesn’t say anything because I’m his brother, but you’re friends with him and he’d stop hanging out with you if he knew we were playing around like this together. Maybe even beat your ass down a little too.”The threat again. Blackmail. “I’ll tell him you’re my bitch boy and your name will be mud. AND I.