With a wicked grin, I strap you down in my sterile dungeon, your hooded head lolling in anticipation of the torment to come. My gloved fingers tease your exposed vulnerability, then strike—sharp steel piercing your swollen shaft, drawing crimson beads that fuel my hunger. You writhe as I thread more needles, transforming your manhood into a pincushion of pain, each thrust deeper, twisting ecstasy and agony into one. Your muffled cries only spur me on, claiming every inch as my eternal plaything in this symphony of suffering.
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