Then we needed the Freedom Nuts. Those young men whose cocks and balls wouldslide into those holes and let their balls be tied and perhaps enslaved an...castrated. There had to be some kind of incentive. Some would do it for thethrill, the adventure. Some would do it so they could see a guy unmanned. Butwe needed more. We came up with the idea of a bike for the winner of the match.A Harley if they wanted but some other kind if they wanted. The word went outand the responses came back. We would. “Please get the lube. Please!”All you hear is a soft chuckle before he whispers inyour ear “I love hearing you beg and plead. It makes itso delightful to know that after the pain you will bethrusting your ass backwards like a bitch in heat,moaning and groaning.”The sound of the leather belt being undone and his pantsdropping fills the silence of the room. You shudder alittle, as you feel the head rub against your drippingslit. One hand grasps the back of your neck and. When the water boiled, I prepared the tea to steep and added water to the teapot. Joyce finished her prep work and set the saucepan to simmer. The sauce she was making smelled excellent and my stomach rumbled a bit in anticipation.“I hope that’s not ALL that you’re anticipating!” Joyce teased.“Come sit on the couch with me,” I said.She sat down with me.“I want to hear about this ‘Really Bad Joyce’,” I chuckled.“I bet you do!” she giggled. “I’m not sure what ‘Really Bad Joyce’ could do that ‘Bad. " Grabbing Anna roughly by the hair he yanked her to her feet. "Go on, have a drink. It'll revive your spirits."Anna dumbly took the proffered glass and poured a sizable shot. She'd had vodka before, although only sips here and there, but at this point she couldn't think of any reason to stay sober. It certainly wasn't the worst vice of the night.As she tipped the burning liquor into her mouth and swallowed, her father was muttering something to Vladimir, who grinned and nodded. "Go on.