Chapter 11

Jimmy’s penis jerks as the pin snaps shut, setting the bell jingling. A fraction of a second later his snore is interrupted, he gasps in a breath and grunts. There is a pause as subconscious response connects with conscious thought. He emits a high pitched squeal and everything moves at once. His head snaps up, trying to get a good look at his bobbing penis. His eyes widen further as he realises he can’t move his arms or legs. I enjoy watching the muscles ripple as he strains, the gleam of sweat breaking out on his skin shimmering in afternoon light. The music of rattling cuffs and creaking bed frame, topped with the rhythmic jingling of a bell, is quite entertaining.

I continue to watch as Jimmy tries not to cry out at the pain coming from his penis. I reach out and, timing my movements with the motion of his waving glans, quickly pinch the pin and pull it away, leaving him gasping as I sit myself on the bed next to his chest, tracing swirls and spirals on his ribs with the edge of the clothes pin. I theatrically lift the pin, opening the jaws again and descend towards his left nipple. He tries to flinch away.