Please Torment Me

He begged me to go mean. So I grabbed Lucid. That woman lives for breaking boys. We both showed up in black latex that squeaked when we moved, ready to drag him right to the edge and hold him there until he begged worse. I wrapped my fist around his cock, pumping slow enough that he could feel every stroke, squeezing until the head turned dark. Lucid watched his face twitch and grinned. Every time his hips jerked forward we stopped, counted seconds out loud, then started again harder. His balls drew up, desperate. We let him almost reach it, then crushed the base so nothing came out. Over and over. By the time we were done his voice was gone and his whole body shook like it didn’t know how to stop.