scorpio4scorpio birthdays are the best

oh i forgot to mention that i got to drink breast milk straight from the tap for the first time. i've never been on the receiving end and ummm i might have a new fetish

- he holds me down, she shaves my pussy with her straight razor and then rides me until she cums

- finally use the fuck machine

- birthday canings!

- 4 of us run a train on her

- i get piss waterboarded

look at my cute heart-shaped rib bruise 💜

real brass knuckles did a number on my brass knuckles

(shoulder marks are from later that afternoon with my favorite buffalo-hide flogger)

so full of jizz that i tried to leave for work and had to go back to change my pants

look at my cute heart-shaped rib bruise 💜

real brass knuckles did a number on my brass knuckles

(shoulder marks are from later that afternoon with my favorite buffalo-hide flogger)

it tapers down with face slaps and a few more good digs to the thighs. 10, maybe 15 minutes start to finish, and i'm tenderized meat. what a gift for a greedy lil pain slut!

towards the end the daddy uses the side of her boot to kick me in the ribs. she asks me for a number. we're at 8 and it's pretty intense so i say 12. but uhhh she takes that to mean another 12 and i go with it. wind knocked out of me each time

"look, it likes it!" "what a little piece of trash!" they roll me over facedown. the mommy stands with a boot on each asscheek and JUMPS, lightly at first, then bringing more weight down each time. it's giggling with delight

now down on the asphalt, hands splayed, the feel of boots against my palms, pressing into my cheek, thumping into my ribs. my ass getting kicked hard enough to move my body across the floor. i'm squeaking and laughing and, as the bruises begin to layer on my thighs, groaning deep

then the onslaught. the daddy smiling broadly as she punched my sternum, "damn, you're tough!", while baby slapped the smaller thumper against my right thigh. the mommy socking its brass knuckles into the matching tattoo on my flank

showing me their tools: tire thumpers, brass knuckles. taunting, tasting - darting in to take little chunks of flesh and grinning with sharp teeth as my blood bloomed in the water

i'm such a good little boy that i'll even be a good little girl when he wants me to

3 of these 4 sets were administered with patience and precision. that sloppy set? those cuts came one after another in rapid succession. no concern for aesthetics, just the feeling of the blade sliding through meat. pushing the limits of my ability to keep still and breathe through the pain

caning from the same friend as before. bamboo and lucite rods. this is as far as i can go without being in total subspace

cutting is the one thing we keep exclusive to the two of us. there's nothing more intimate than when he opens me up with his blade.

a present from daddy