None of this makes any sense. The other men were out to cause pain and they did their job well. He's gotten used to that and it didn't matter when he eventually phased out. His ass cheek burns from the impact, but he can tell it was meant to get his attention and not to add another angry mark.

Clicking his tongue with every breath he takes, he glances at the man. Whether it's pain or pleasure, it's always bad to let someone know what buttons to push ... just that letting some stranger know what feels good is more embarrassing. He nods slowly, come rubbing off on the floor. This is going to be difficult, a test. He's not allowed to come, yet he's supposed to tell the man what he likes.

The taste of impending failure replaces the one of salty and bitter seed. His fingers dig into his palms. No time to relax, not yet.