By Pickle
~ Chapter 26 ~
In spite of my exhaustion I manage to stay awake to be “entertained” by this hunky ginger being subjected to his punishment. He’s really being vocal when he’s not in the goop … moaning, groaning and cursing. I’m hearing “Fuck!” and “Jesus Christ!” out of him a lot! I’m amazed he’s got the breath to be able to say anything, since the stretch makes it very hard to get in any air. By the time I had a hundred and fifty pounds hanging on my legs I could barely succeed in taking even a shallow breath, so I knew with the two hundred on Saunders that he must have an amazing torso, since his muscles were holding him together and allowing him to get this much oxygen. As built-up as his guns are, I know they must have gone from burning to the numb stage by now.
I’m surprised by the fact that I find myself enjoying seeing him hanging there in agony, and that I’m getting a kick out of seeing him disappear into the muck, and how he looks as he’s hauled out again to hang some more. Even covered in this shit, piss, mud and compost mixture, this guy is undeniably attractive. Other than Moore, he’s the best looking guy here and I’m surprised at myself enjoying watching him suffer. “Fuck! What’s wrong with me … Dill, get ahold of yourself here boy. It’s just fuckin’ wrong to be liking seeing this happen to another human being.” The obvious tent in my jeans as my cock pushed against the denim made it clear I was getting off on Saunders being in his predicament though, and in hearing his deep, masculine voice uttering the cursing complaints and moans.
