Now the sobs that Isaac had somehow been able to hold back, racked through his body, shaking his slim form. He tried to pull in on himself, knowing that he couldn't turn to his Master for comfort. Not this time.
"It was just... just dancing at first," he said, his voice shaking along with the rest of him. "But the beat of the music got to me, I pressed against him, teased him. He touched me. Played with the rings in my nipples, and then..."
It was almost too horrible to say, as though Isaac had witnessed it in a movie, instead of in his own memory.
"He put his hand down my pants. I was ha... hard."