ログインThe mystery man reached around me again, grabbing my cock from behind and jerking it downward, letting gravity add to the pull. His fist tightened, the friction building sharply as my balls swung beneath him, the weights clinking softly.“Your dick throbs in my hand. I want it to shoot.”But again, he stopped, slapping my shaft side to side, the sting only making it harder.He removed the plug and pushed the eggs back in one by one, deeper this time, his fingers ensuring they sat exactly where he wanted. The remote clicked, sending them into unpredictable patterns from fast buzzing, then slow throbbing waves that kept my body on edge.Then the vibrator returned, teasing at my entrance with shallow thrusts, never fully entering.“Beg for it deep.”“Please, sir… fuck me deep.”This time, he did.He slammed it inside me, the ridges hitting hard as my prostate was struck over and over again.His body pressed against mine, chest to back, pinning me to the wall as his hand came up around my
Ronan’s POVI lay there on the cold floor, my chest heaving as every muscle in my body screamed from hours of torment. My skin burned with fresh welts and handprints, and my ass throbbed around the plug still lodged deep inside me. The eggs hummed faintly, a low teasing vibration that kept my cock half-hard despite my exhaustion.He stood over me, his shadow stretching long in the dim light of the cadaver room, his eyes gleaming with dark hunger as if he owned every inch of my broken body.“Get up,” he growled, his voice rough like gravel. “You think we’re done? I still have plans for you.”I pushed myself up on shaky arms, my knees scraping against the tiles as I struggled to stand. Cum had dried sticky on my thighs, mixing with sweat and lube. Before I could steady myself, he grabbed my chin and forced my gaze up to his.“Look at me when I talk. You’re my toy tonight. All night.”His thumb pressed against my lower lip, parting it, and I nodded weakly, my throat dry. “Yes, sir.” The
The mystery man untied me and bent me over a slab sideways, one leg raised onto the table while the other stayed on the floor, stretching me differently. The vibrator teased at my entrance again, shallowly, while the whip lashed my raised thigh, turning the inner flesh red quickly before his hand followed with heavy spanks, leaving clear prints behind.He grabbed my balls from the front, yanking them downward while the vibrator buzzed, and jerked my cock again, slow at first before building into a frantic pace, edging me over and over until my whole body shook.“Please, sir,” I begged. I didn’t even know when the sir came out of my mouth but it seemed like he liked that and it only made him go further.The toys swapped constantly with the eggs, vibrator, and plug while the whip struck my back, my ass, and my legs. The spanks landed everywhere, even light ones against my cock, while my balls were constantly handled, squeezed, tugged, and slapped lightly.Hours seemed to drag on with s
Each lash landed differently, some were fast snaps on my thighs, others were slow drags that built a lingering sting, and by the fifth strike, my back burned as welts rose hot against my skin. The mystery man paused, his hand rubbing over the marks roughly before he followed it with open-palmed spanks over the same spots, left cheek, right cheek and directly over the whip lines, my skin jiggling under the impact as the pain layered over itself.“Get up,” he barked after ten lashes, and before I could react, he yanked me to my feet by the hair and dragged me toward a metal chair in the corner, looking old and rusted. “Sit, with your ass on the edge.”I lowered myself slowly, the plug pressing deep as I settled, while the eggs buzzed inside me, the vibrations grinding against my prostate. He tied my ankles to the chair legs, spreading me wide again, then bound my wrists to the arms, the ropes tight, leaving me facing him, with my legs open, my cock pointing upward and my balls resting
“Look at me while I hurt you,” The mystery man said, lashing my chest lightly. My nipples stung, then he went harder on my abs, red lines crisscrossing my skin. His hands were on my cock and he jerked it brutally, up and down in fast pumps, my skin slapped.“Beg to cum.”“Please… let me.”But he didn’t listen to my plea. Instead, he stopped. He grabbed my balls, squeezing both in one fist, twisting them slightly, making pain shoot up inside me. “Do these ache yet?” He tugged at it while jerking my cock slowly, teasing me and edging me over and over. He spanked my inner thighs with light slaps that built to hard smacks. My skin pinked, then turned to red.“Your body’s mine. This is what you wanted,” he growled.He mixed it all again with the whip on my ass when I was flipped again, the vibrator in shallow thrusts, and the eggs pulsing in patterns. The butt plug swapped for the vibrator, then back again. He was always grabbing my balls, yanking, squeezing and jerking me to the brink
My arms moved on their own, removing my clothes and crossing at the small of my back. The mystery man pulled a rope from the bag, looking rough and coarse and wrapped it tightly around my wrists. The knots bit into my skin as he secured them, pulling my arms down and tying the ends to the table leg. I was bent forward now, my chest pressed to the cold metal surface and my ass sticking out.He didn’t stop there. He grabbed more rope, looping it around my ankles and spreading my legs widely, tying each to the opposite table legs. I was completely exposed, helpless, unable to touch him or myself, and even unable even to shift away.“Good boy,” he murmured, running a hand down my back. My ass cheeks parted slightly, the cool air hitting my sore hole. I tugged at the ropes, testing them, but they held me down firmly. I started to panic but it was mixed with arousal.“Please… let me go,” I whispered, my voice weak.He laughed, a low, dark sound. “Let you go? After you tried to escape? No.
“Go faster now, Jonathan. Twist your wrist at the top of your dick and imagine it's Wyatt's hand, making you leak like a slut, just like it is in your journal.”The words hit me like a slap, filthy and perfect and I sped up, twisting just like he said, the pressure coiling tight in my gut. My free
I walked right past the front row, my heart still racing, and dropped into my middle seat. The chair creaked under me, and I let out a small sigh as I held my bag on my lap like a shield. I sat there for maybe a minute, fiddling with my zipper and telling myself that it was fine but then the messa
Wyatt frowned at one of the case notes, muttering about the patient's fucked-up symptoms that made him shake and sweat like I did now. Bryce leaned in to a couple students, explaining what to check on the bodies for some symptoms that we had spoken about in class. His voice was way softer than Wyat
The dual invasion of Wyatt reaming my ass and Bryce choking my throat was overwhelming, and the pain was everywhere. My jaw was aching, my hole was burning and my lungs were starving for air.They synced up, with Wyatt's deep thrusts matching Bryce's, the both of them using me like a toy. “You lov







