I've also submitted to beltings and whippings.I get excited when it feels like it might get out of hand. After a trulyabusive session, when you'd thin... I would have felt the worst, I insteadfeel relieved, relaxed and empowered. .In my case the ultimate cause of this masochism was inadequate fathering.My dad was an iron worker and I remember him mostly being too tired to doanything with us boys (except, significantly, the occasional spanking). Somany of the skills I needed to function socially. “Tell me fag boy, do you like our monster cocks?” “I like your monster cocks sir” I replied shyly. “Then prove it” the young guy ordered. I took one in each hand and stroked. They grew harder, their huge uncircumcised cocks standing up for me. “Come on you can do better than that, suck them faggot” I obeyed my orders and sucked on their cocks, they were so big I could only go halfway down. I alternated sucking and stroking. I tried my hardest to suck them like a slut. They were really enjoying. "Bomba," he asked softly, "do you have to go anywheretonight!" He grunted, his voice thick. "I'm off duty till tomorrow night!" "Me too!" he kissed him again!pic 18*************************************************** "Your'e up to something!" John said a few weeks later as they finished a shift. "What do you mean?" Coley replied as he wiped downa counter where he had served cocktails all night, someof which were from his own body. "Don't be coy! I know you haven't been seeing. "Whoa there Dickbreath!" she exclaimed mockingly, loud enough for thewhole saloon to here. "Next time you blow some man you just met in theshower like a stupid slut, try brushing your teeth afterwards!" Yes Miss Serrano. My apologies," I said in a helpless tone.The nail technician in the next chair over let out a hearty laugh atMelanie's comment. How could these girls be so callously cruel, Ithought. What had I ever done to them?I was strapped back into the chair and a flurry of activity.