Tease and Torment Clinic

Tony Orlando sits rigid in a metal chair, every muscle locked down. Elise Graves leans in and kisses the smooth black latex stretched over his face. Her tongue drags across the surface. His cock stands straight up at once. She traces a fingertip around the head, lets a thin string of precum stretch, watches it fall. A heart monitor beeps to life, each spike recording how his body answers her. She tapes electrodes just under the ridge of his cock and around his tight balls. Current flicks on. His shaft jumps, swells, leaks again. She grins at the numbers. A gas mask seals over the latex. Clamps bite into the thin skin behind his balls. Each breath he pulls through the mask fogs the plastic. Every twitch of his cock pulls a sharper beep from the monitor. Elise leans close, breathing with him, deciding how long he gets to keep control.