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He hung there, naked, arms cuffed above his head, cock swinging free and already bruising from the last kick. I grabbed his balls in one fist and squeezed until his knees buckled, then let go and dragged my nails up his ribs. His whole body jolted—pain and laughter crashing together in one broken sound. I did it again. Tight squeeze, cruel tickle. Squeeze. Tickle. Every time his laughter cracked into a moan. The chains rattled above him. His face was red, eyes watering, cock twitching every time I dug my thumbs in. He tried to twist away but the cuffs held. I cupped his balls, lighter this time, almost gentle, then raked my fingers over his armpits. He screamed and laughed at once. The sound bounced off the walls. Upstairs they must have heard every shout. I didn’t care. I switched hands, slapped his balls, then went straight back to the soft skin under his ribs. He jerked hard enough to swing on the chains. I pressed my tits against his back, let him feel the weight while I reached around and pinched. Then tickled again. He begged without words—just gasps and broken laughter. His cock throbbed, leaking, red at the tip. I laughed in his ear and did it all over again.