This cowardly slave was scared when we told him we wanted to play with his genitals. He knows what my friend Claire and I are made of, that’s why he fears us. He wanted to escape his fate but we pilloried him, or rather we pilloried his cock and balls and tied his hands behind his back. So blocked and helpless, we had fun teasing him for his size between laughter and comparisons with our heels, and for an erection made up of ups and downs between the fear of our actions and the excitement of being touched by our hands. What is the punishment for his complaints? Or the sheer pleasure of seeing a man looking like this, with his cock and balls useless? And in the meantime the weights are felt?.

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