Chapter 21

“Did he fuck you as well?” asked Tom, his voice cold and cruel as he wriggled a finger in through the ring of muscle. “It’s a bit hard to tell,” he said and exchanged his finger for his cock. “How about this? Is this bringing back any memories?”

Dale felt his eyes water. Was it from the physical pain or the mental? His mind was swimming with so many thoughts.

“Or maybe my fat cock isn’t hitting the right spot.”

He pulled his cock out roughly, causing Dale to wince. He reached under the bed and produced a giant dildo. Dale’s eyes widened. He began to shake his head. He could no longer stop the tears. As Tom brought the gargantuan rubber cock closer to his arse he began to whimper. He kicked at his uncle, landing a few good blows, but as he was tethered to the bed, his efforts were useless. There was no escape.

“Maybe a cock this size will stop you from chasing my gardener.”