Ysilnod was currently shackled to a sturdy wooden frame, his body naked from head to toe. Restraints kept his legs pried apart, the rough cord chafed his skin and dug into his flesh. After being hung like this for a long period of time, his arms had grown so numb that they no longer felt like they belonged to him anymore. At the same time, none of this could compare to the deep pain of the leather harness at his groin, constantly reminding him that there would be no release from his erection. His thighs trembled each time his sweat rolled down his waist and loins, going on to stimulate his most sensitive nerves.
A pair of exquisitely crafted pieces of jewelry adorned the small and dark points on his chest. The mithril against the satin-smooth dark skin and firm muscles enchanted the appea
