The silver moonlight had softened into the pale gray of pre-dawn, but the chamber still held its intimate hush. Justin remained exactly where I had commanded him — on his knees on the raised medical bed, thighs forced wide apart, hands clasped tightly behind his back, every muscle locked in trembling endurance. The neutral sensitizer pulsed through his veins in precise waves, sharpening every sensation until the cool air felt like a thousand tiny blades across his skin. Sweat traced glistening paths down the hard contours of his chest and abdomen. His c**k hung heavy and flushed between his spread thighs, the thick shaft veined and rigid, the head swollen a deep, angry purple and weeping steadily. Each drop of pre-c*m fell onto the white sheets with a soft, obscene sound that echoed in
