I know they’re tight, but don’t worry about it. I’m not planning to leave them on for more than a minute or two.
Well, a minute or two after I get back from lunch, anyway. See you in about an hour, boy.
I know they’re tight, but don’t worry about it. I’m not planning to leave them on for more than a minute or two.
Well, a minute or two after I get back from lunch, anyway. See you in about an hour, boy.
It always bugs me when a guy complains when I do something minor like giving his balls a gentle squeeze or twisting his nipples a bit. My standard policy when that happens is that the guy in question gets to spend an hour learning the difference between playful and painful.
I’ll start the clock as soon as it’s clear the icy hot is working.
It’s amazing what a guy will do to regain access to his cock.
Buying chastity cages in enough sizes to insure a secure fit on almost any guy who passed out at a party might have been expensive, but it was worth every penny.
Well, it’s really up to you. I mean, if it was me tied up, I’d think sucking a couple cocks in exchange for being let go before my friend with the connections in the asian slave market stopped by to visit tomorrow was a very good deal. But I guess if you want to meet him, we’re not going to stop you.
Why should I take half of your spanking for you? We didn’t make the stupid bet, you did. You didn’t even bother to tell me that you made a bet on whether we’d win the game. Seriously, you shouldn’t make bets if you aren’t willing to risk the forfeit. If you want, I’ll come along to make sure he stops when he’s supposed to, but you’re taking it all.
“Come on, I know you’re bluffing. You’re not even fully hard; there’s no way you’re going to fuck me.”
“Maybe not yet, but let’s see what happens after I spend an hour listening to all the noises you make while I investigate exactly where you’re most ticklish.”