He arrived locked and waited for me on all fours hooded like a good boy. He was quickly restrained to the chair with his nipples clamped. My slave boy had such a sensitive cock he was so fun to edge and his balls certainly took a beating justfor.
The faster i make the fucking machine go, the more he struggles and moans, the more i like it. It is a self-enforcing cycle
Hands trapped in mitts. He can’t touch. He can’t hear. He can’t see. He can’t make it stop. He can only feel the dildo fuck him over and over again. Going deeper and deeper each time








