Leather. There was nothing else on this green earth quite like it . He realized his love for the material at an early age and used his marbles sack as a little pouch for his testicles when he was alone. It was only when he found a wounded dog on the road that he realized how much he loved the feel of leather and blood together.
But this was not a time to reminisce, this was a time to kill or at the very least hurt. As was his usual custom he got down on all fours and crawled up to his little rose. He didn't like looking into their eyes at this point, preferring instead to imagine how scared they must look. Right up to when his head touched their forehead, when he was close enough to hear them making a pathetic noise despite the gag.
When their heads touched, he'd slowly look up to see their faces, their taped open eyes, their battered humiliated bodies nailed down to the floor. Now that she and her were nose to nose, his eyes narrowed as she shook her head from side to side frantically. This had been a real learning curve for him. Originally, he had not tied their heads back so his first managed to break his nose when she head butted him. But we learn from our mistakes he thought out loud.
Licking her check slowly he could feel the intense build up in his testicles. He was almost ready to cream in his pants but not until he heard her first screams. That was what he cherished the most. Slowly undoing her gag, he started to moan, rubbing his cock against the floor. Rose as predicted screamed. She screamed for her mother, as they always do after so much torture she screamed until she couldn't scream anymore until she was just panting. Until there was nothing left...