Giant Torturer for the Inquisition 7: Captivating Captive

(Without a word Miguel picked him up bodily from the chair and carried him over to his humble mattress on the stone floor. It was just a rough cloth bag filled with straw, barely big enough for Miguel’s giant frame, but he laid Juan gently down on his side and moistened a thick finger…)

“Tell me about yourself,” giant Miguel said, sliding his moist finger between Juan’s round ass cheeks until he found the small slit that obsessed him.

“I want to know everything about you.”

“Well, I was born in our small castle 20 years ago,” the handsome youth began, his bright blue eyes widening as Miguel gently probed his tiny hole.

“My mother’s good to me, but I’m a huge disappointment to my father,” Juan said sadly.

“I think he hates me, though I always tried to please him.

I love to read and I spend much of my time drawing and painting. Father says those are monkish pursuits, and it makes him angry. He even had the tutor my mother hired beaten and thrown off our property. Do you read and paint?”