Ethan Sinns was about to discover the exquisite agony of being Crush Daddy’s chosen obsession for the week, a title that promised both torment and twisted pleasure. Bound securely to a cold, metal chair in the heart of the dungeon, Ethan Sinns felt the rough fibers of the rope dig into his wrists, a mere prelude to his predicament. The real focus of his attention, however, was the cruel tension on his most sensitive parts.
His sweet cock and soft balls were cinched tight, the rope stretching his scrotum taut under the threatening weight of a suspended rock. When Crush Daddy swaggered in, the air shifted, charged with dominance. He circled Ethan, a predator admiring his trapped prey, his voice a low rumble asking if the boy was ready to be used up completely. There was no inquiry about the pain, only the deliberate scrape of leather gloves over Ethan’s peaked nipples, a promise to wear them raw.
Each stinging slap to Ethan’s hardening cock drew a gasp, a perverse dance of pain and arousal. Crush toyed with the binding rope, laughing darkly at the strain it caused before commanding Ethan to worship the leather-clad bulge in his pants. Without hesitation, Ethan obeyed, swallowing Crush’s thick cock with a hungry desperation that made his captor groan. As Ethan deepthroated, Crush gave a vicious yank on the rope, making the boy’s body arch against his restraints.
Soon, Ethan was suspended face-down, legs spread wide, his vulnerable holes offered up. The caress of leather on his inner thighs was a cruel contrast to the bite of the flogger that followed, tenderizing his pale flesh. Then came the main event: Crush’s thick, uncut cock plunging into Ethan’s tight, pink hole, filling him completely. Pounded relentlessly like a human piñata, Ethan was then dumped onto a filthy mattress, tied face-up. Clothespins bit into the tender skin of his balls and shaft, a sharp counterpoint to the relentless invasion as Crush buried himself deep in Ethan’s well-used butthole, fucking him with a relentless, insatiable fury.
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