Crucified boy slave

Here I am.

Nailed to this cross.

Sweating and writhing in pain.

The nails grind against the bones in my wrists. The bones in my feet pop each time I raise myself.

This happened all because I refused to let my mastsers son fuck me. The irony now is I'm being fucked by this awful piece of wood in my ass. I dont want it in me anymore.

Maybe I should have let him.

I wish I had.