Part One

When he is tied on the cross I can torment him any way I please and all he can do is dangle there, so helpless. He can bounce all he wants, in a futile attempt to evade or even hamper the intensity of my kicks, but can not do much about my claws digging into him and threatening to rip his scrotum open like a tender tangerine skin. Having him at eye level like this really gives me a chance to see the delicious fear in his eyes, knowing he is at my mercy. Once the shackles go on, whatever I want to do happens. Today I think I want some cock whippings to happen.