Catheter Piss

Elise gets off on putting Tony Orlando through anything she dreams up. Tonight she wants to own every inch of him, so she locks his gagged, goggled head inside a clear box. Tony sees nothing but his own distorted face staring back while the rest of the room stays out of reach. A tight leather straitjacket pins his arms and leaves his cock hanging out, bare and helpless. He can’t even glance down at what she’s about to do. She snaps spiked rings around the base of his shaft; the steel teeth bite when he springs hard. He grits into the gag and stays rigid. Then Elise threads a sixteen-inch catheter all the way into his bladder. The slow invasion makes him twitch under the leather. She grips him from the outside and strokes along the rigid tube inside him at the same time, working both sides of his cock until he shakes. Pressure builds fast. Tony begs around the gag. Elise lets him drain into a bucket, piss hissing through the clear line. When the flow stops, she eases the long catheter out inch by inch while he strains and drips, every second of it caught in the box’s cold reflection.