Never in his life in the scene had doug ever felt anything like this. Clothespins, hot wax or clamps were nothing compared to having sharp needles pressed firmly against his manhood.

The bent-over, bound former dominant knew his will would lose the battle with nature when he felt louise's tongue on his balls. Any other time he'd be moaning from the exquisite feeling, but this was something all together different. He was powerless to stop the swelling, and the immediate consequences were devastating.

Writhing and groaning incoherently into his packed mouth, doug could feel the needles torturing his cock. Even though they did not break the skin, the pointy ends caused him enough discomfort that tears welled-up in his eyes. Adding to that, his wife appeared to be gleefully licking the thin pouch that housed the needles, at the behest of Ms. Cockrill.

If he had his hands free, doug would've yanked louise's face away from his crotch, but somehow she had maneuvered her ring gag so that his cock couldn't escape her normally tantalizing tongue.

Now, however, it was an instrument of torture. Each time she slowly licked him, his painfully boisterous reply must've been music to the ears of Ms. Cockrill and her willing accomplice, Louise. Tearfully the broken man begged them to stop.