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"That's gotta hurt."

Yes. It does. The wires criss-crossed on my cock shaft, the thin strings bisecting the head, cutting in more as I helplessly get harder. The hollow tube thrust into the urethra, precum dripping out. The leather collar holds everything in place, focusing the pain even as I engorge further. The lightest touch on any part of the sectioned-off skin is like an electric shock, flying up the shaft, up my spine, flashing into my brain in a white-hot light. My cock strains crazily against the wire, even as I wish to go limp.

And my balls are tied and separated, the rope pulled taut by an unseen weight, enough to force my ass down onto this nefarious tower, each new ring a little wider, ratcheting in, a prison on which I'm impaled. It doesn't go in easily, but it will go out even harder.

This too, perversely, stiffens my dick against the slicing wire. Which will come first, the orgasm or the blood?

Description
"That's gotta hurt."

Yes. It does. The wires criss-crossed on my cock shaft, the thin strings bisecting the head, cutting in more as I helplessly get harder. The hollow tube thrust into the urethra, precum dripping out. The leather collar holds everything in place, focusing the pain even as I engorge further. The lightest touch on any part of the sectioned-off skin is like an electric shock, flying up the shaft, up my spine, flashing into my brain in a white-hot light. My cock strains crazily against the wire, even as I wish to go limp.

And my balls are tied and separated, the rope pulled taut by an unseen weight, enough to force my ass down onto this nefarious tower, each new ring a little wider, ratcheting in, a prison on which I'm impaled. It doesn't go in easily, but it will go out even harder.

This too, perversely, stiffens my dick against the slicing wire. Which will come first, the orgasm or the blood?