To say that the position was uncomfortable for Brandon would have been an understatement.  His testicles chafed against the restraints, complaining and pleading to be set free.  They resented being pushed together so tightly, and they did not like being bound.  Already, the decreased blood flow was starting to turn them a dull red color again.<br/><br/>When the crop struck his scrotum with an ear-ringing<em>Smack!</em>, the pain nearly caused him to crumple up and collapse.  Arguably the most vulnerable part of the male anatomy, the testicles were not designed to take much abuse.  And the blow had been a pretty good one, too.  The pain spread throughout his abdomen, causing a sensation of overwhelming nausea in his stomach.  Bright lights went on and off behind his eyes.<br/><br/>And yet, and yet, as unpleasant as it was, it was not entirely unwelcome.  For some strange reason, some reason he could not explain, he liked it.   For some reason, the concept of a woman hurting a man -- not from cruelty, but from affection -- was a powerfully erotic idea, an idea he wanted to explore more thoroughly.  He was very fortunate indeed that Mika "Jyousama" Goto was willing to indulge him.<br/><br/>Blinking back the tears of pain, he blurted out "Yeff, Miftreff!" as best as he could around the ball gag.