There is something so satisfying, about building someone up just to break them down. Crushing dreams with a twist of my wrist and skilled taunting fingers. I've bound this new toy to a St. Andrew's Cross, his throbbing cock standing at attention; yearning. My eyes can't help but fall upon his shaft as I slowly slide my hand up towards his tip, feeling his veins bulge against my palm. My thumb stops to circle right underneath that swelling tip that threatens to leak at any moment, but when my free hand coils around the base of his cock as if mimicking a griping ring; all hope of that is lost... Show more