Specimen Sample Release

She’s got him caught. Blindfold over his eyes. Wrists chained, spread wide, ankles cuffed to the floor. The light hits the sweat on his chest and slides lower to the blonde mess of hair she’s got twisted in one hand. The cock ring’s already biting. Fleshlight’s dripping with lube she didn’t bother to warm. She starts slow, twisting the sleeve down until his balls throb against the ring, then rips it back up just before he tips. Every stroke’s deliberate. Every pause is worse than the stroke. He hisses, tries to thrust, earns a sharp tug on his hair and a slap that leaves a red print across the head. The chains clink with every twitch. She grins, breathes hot against his ear, tells him the next one’s going to hurt even sweeter, then slams the sleeve back down and holds it there until his legs shake and the only sound left is the wet slap of silicone against skin and the thin, broken sound he keeps making behind his teeth.