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A slightly dark and bare bedroom. And an incessant buzzing sound filled it. Aside from a bed and a small set of drawers in the corner, there wasn't anything else there.
Anything but the person on the bed.
With his eyes covered by a blindfold and his mouth blocked by a ball gag, all Jigen could do was whimper and groan, his arms and legs lifted by chains tied up to the ceiling, all them spread apart to expose his naked body as much as it was possible, the only part of his body actually touching the bed being his back. His hands and feet were already getting numb due to lack of circulation, but that was the least of the gunman's issues.
The real problems were the vibrator lodged deep inside his ass, stimulating his prostate over and over again, and the somewhat tight cock ring around his shaft which would also vibrate sporadically just to get him more turned on against his will.
If Jigen was counting right, he had come three times already, the area around his navel dripping with his own seed, as he felt his manhood already getting hard again. He tugged on the chains almost to the point of desperation, causing crimson marks to form on his wrists and ankles. That buzzing was driving him mad and he just wanted it to stop.
Sweating profusely, his stamina was dropping quite fast and he would pull on his restraints less and less as the seconds passed, exhaustion catching up with him. Not only that, not being able to see nor talk made all that look way too much like some kind of devious torture. Jigen knew all too well that the hotel was into making his life miserable, but it certainly went quite far this time.
To make things worst, the gunman knew that he wasn't getting out of that easily. It was never easy when it came to the hotel and its stupid rules.
Anything but the person on the bed.
With his eyes covered by a blindfold and his mouth blocked by a ball gag, all Jigen could do was whimper and groan, his arms and legs lifted by chains tied up to the ceiling, all them spread apart to expose his naked body as much as it was possible, the only part of his body actually touching the bed being his back. His hands and feet were already getting numb due to lack of circulation, but that was the least of the gunman's issues.
The real problems were the vibrator lodged deep inside his ass, stimulating his prostate over and over again, and the somewhat tight cock ring around his shaft which would also vibrate sporadically just to get him more turned on against his will.
If Jigen was counting right, he had come three times already, the area around his navel dripping with his own seed, as he felt his manhood already getting hard again. He tugged on the chains almost to the point of desperation, causing crimson marks to form on his wrists and ankles. That buzzing was driving him mad and he just wanted it to stop.
Sweating profusely, his stamina was dropping quite fast and he would pull on his restraints less and less as the seconds passed, exhaustion catching up with him. Not only that, not being able to see nor talk made all that look way too much like some kind of devious torture. Jigen knew all too well that the hotel was into making his life miserable, but it certainly went quite far this time.
To make things worst, the gunman knew that he wasn't getting out of that easily. It was never easy when it came to the hotel and its stupid rules.