Then his eyes started to water and quiet, softhigh-pitched wailing emanated from his open mouth. Heslowly started to slump to the ground and as he fel... hestarted to cry in earnest and whisper, “My balls, myballs… ohhhhh my balls!” Jeff curled up in the fetalposition as his mother watched. Patsy looked on, feeling a deep sense of satisfactionand pride at how well she had kicked him. Jeff couldn’tbelieve the pain he was in and thought he would diefrom the pain. He could. Kishore, his face had a satisfied glow and his body language showed he was relieved of his tension between the legs. Natasha was like, ‘did anything happen in that room’.We talked over a nice meal of biriyani and kabab which he had brought on bike. She is from Pune and doing MBA in Christ College. And then it struck me, Keerthi, my younger uncle’s daughter on the fathers side is studying there. I asked about her and it turned out that they are close friends. I asked her whether Keerthi knows. I didn’t talk to her. In her house, her relatives hurried her to her room and then start the moment of torturing me from my sister-in-laws. I just smiled. That day passed normally. In the night again, before she could come out of the bathroom, I made myself comfortable on the floor again. This happened for one more day as next day was our honeymoon in Kerala. When we reached there, as obvious we had only one room but I didn’t want to sleep on floor this time so I asked her if she wanted to get. I feel it slide down and gather past my anus, and I shiver. “You need a fuck.” Your voice is near my head, surprising me. You put a soft pillow under my neck, all the time aware of my needs. All I can do is whimper, words are forbidden. You take my hands. I feel the soft velvet on the inside of my favorite cuffs as you fasten them around my wrist. You hook the chain to another and I feel as you pull my arms back. When the tension is just uncomfortable, not painful, you stop. Your preparations.