Strapped Down for His Twisted Exam

Those blue straps dug into my hairy chest and thighs like vices, pinning me spread-eagle on the cold leather bench in his dimly lit playroom, floral wallpaper mocking the filth about to unfold. The ball gag harness stretched my jaw wide, drool already pooling under my chin, my thick cock jutting up helpless between the restraint bands. He loomed over me, this beefy daddy bear with tattoos snaking down his ripped arms, sweatpants sagging low on his hips—no, wait, those light blue boxers hugging his bulge as his rough hands yanked my shaft free, fingers wrapping tight around the base. “Look at this needy fuckin’ meat,” he growled, thumb smearing my pre-cum over the swollen head, making it throb and twitch in his fist. Shit, the musky tang of my own arousal hit my nostrils, mixing with his manly sweat dripping onto my abs.

He chuckled low, that dominant gleam in his eyes as he grabbed the lube, slicking up my piss slit right there in front of the humming computer screen. My heart pounded—vulnerable, exposed, every nerve screaming for mercy or more, I couldn’t tell. His fingers pried me open, cold metal rod teasing the tip, sliding in slow, stretching my urethra with burning precision. “Gonna sound this sloppy hole till you beg through that gag,” he murmured, pushing deeper, the steel invading me inch by filthy inch. Waves of electric ache shot through my core, my hole clenching empty below, cock ballooning around the probe as he twisted it, pumping gently. Fuck, it hurt so good, tears pricking my eyes, body arching against the unyielding straps.

Next, his palm cupped my bearded jaw, forcing my head back as he dangled that buzzing violet wand, sparks dancing at the tip. The ozone scent sharpened, his free hand tweaking my nips till they stung. “Eyes on me, boy—feel this,” he commanded, pressing the electro tip to my balls, jolts firing through my sack, making my stuffed cock jerk wildly. Moans muffled into wet gurgles, sweat pouring down my pits, soaking the bench. He ramped it up, tracing my taint, zapping my rim till it winked desperately, pre-cum bubbling around the rod.

Then the blindfold—black leather hood slipping over my face, plunging me into suffocating dark, heightening every touch, every growl. His breath hot on my neck, hands roaming my bound muscles, cock still impaled on steel. “You’re mine now, pup. No sight, no voice—just my toys wrecking you.” The straps creaked as he adjusted my legs wider, his bulge grinding against my thigh, heavy balls brushing my skin. I bucked, slutty and broken, craving his fat cock to replace that rod, to breed me raw right there. But he teased, edging me endless, electro hum vibrating my core…

Little did I know, he had the biggest surprise hidden in that toolbox—but by then, I was too far gone to care.