Darrel circles me for a moment before stopping at my feet. He frees my ankles, but then pushes them up toward my ass so that I'm in the birthing position. He straps them there, then takes a step back.
He nods in approval, then flicks my hard member, making pain radiate throughout my body. "Perhaps this was too cruel too fast," he says to me, then he pulls it out, making me scream. "We'll just have to put it back in at a more appropriate time."
He tosses it aside, then goes back to the tray. "Hm... Should I let you c*m, or should I keep you hard? Choices, choices..." Finally, he picks up a milker, and he attaches it to my member. "And, for a little bit more fun," he adds as he picks up another tube, "We'll just do this..." He attaches the tube to the end of the milker, and then sticks the
