“Don’t ever even consider cutting your p***s restraint,” Elsa forewarned as Nurse Hopkins pulled the tie to assure tightness.
Knowing hands then assured as well that my testicles, flaccid yet taut p***s parting the scrotum, were properly positioned. And given the command to slowly turn, toes carefully tapping the carpet, I was chagrined as always to see the light blinking atop the camera.
Overall, not the most dramatic of scenes. But the stress on my collar began to have the expected effect, and as my p***s fought its entrapment, my own anatomy began to torment itself. Tension on the ganglia of the spine fosters the reaction the hangman so often views... a man’s last erection. Attempting to engorge, the thin gauge of the piercing ring felt like the blade of a knife was constantly pressin
