Chapter Seven
Robin stood where his co-ed tormentors had left him, the leather cuffs around his wrists shackled to hooks in the ceiling, his legs fastened apart in the same manner. His c**k slowly softened as he stood there, but the strange electronic device that imprisoned him tightly squeezed the root of his organ like a c**k ring, keeping his c**k from going limp. His tiredness from his long tortures crept up on him. Unlike the previous time these girls had abandoned him, he didn’t have sexy videos to watch, nor was he undergoing the near-orgasmic torments of the Tease-o-Matic.
It was strange not to be teased, not to be on the suffering, desperate edge of orgasm, not to feel humiliated and helpless at the hands of his teenage captors. Still, he was glad of the respite even as he miss
