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Deck the balls with rachel’s fury

“Hmm… only one left… I think we should keep this one as a souvenir for now,” said Rachel. She drew out a length of ribbon from her little holiday box, and reached down for my cock. When I felt her hand grasp it, I realized for the first time I was still hard. I had been with Rachel so long, been trained by her so often, that my body felt confused between pain and pleasure. Her torture had given me an erection.

She slipped a ribbon around the base of my cock and pulled it taut, tying a bow there, tightening the ribbon until it cut into my flesh. My cock throbbed in protest at the strangulation; already thick and full, it began swelling further at her improvised cock ring.

“Rachel… Rachel, please…” I gasped.

Rachel crouched. I squinted at her upside-side. She was frowning at me. “This is for charity, Jung, stop being such a little pussy. Get yourself in the holiday spirit.”

“It hurts,” I said lamely, my muscles quivering with tension.

“It’s supposed to hurt, idiot.”  She reached up and grasped my rock-hard erection, yanking down on it so hard I felt like she was going to rip it off.

I cried out, vision blurring.  My tears made all the pinpricks of light disperse in a dazzling display, the broken ornaments on the floor shining like a kaleidoscope beneath me.