I love to masturbate, and that was a week in heaven. Bhabhi I’ve known this ever since I was a kid. There is the occasional night he’ll allow me to sleep with him (but typically only after I take an unusually harsh beating), or the rare night he’ll allow me to masturbate (only typically when he knows there will be a little bit of blood in my cum – he loves when that happens), or the even more rare night he’ll beat me on the back porch (which are the only times I ever leave the apartment). But he was also sending a current of electricity through my penis and scrotum. It’s a highly unequal relationship. I like to think that the scars spell his name, because, after all, I am his property, and what isn’t more important than a man’s penis?
