Face The Pole - StraightYoungMaleBound

Face The Pole – StraightYoungMaleBound
Securely fastened by a belt around my mouth and face, I was intimately connected to the metal pole, my eyes gleaming with anticipation. Another belt, this one snugly encircling my thigh, held me in a firm embrace with the unyielding structure. My body contorted in a dance of submission, with a belt tightly bound across my buttocks and anchored around the pole, creating a complex web of restraint. The loops of the belt played a tantalizing game with my wristbands, ensnaring them in a way that made escape impossible without exacerbating the pressure on my already constricted form.
I began to move my hips, a sensuous grind that grew in intensity as I felt the cool steel against my skin. The friction of the belt against my ass was a constant reminder of my vulnerability, yet it was the very essence of this predicament that fueled my excitement. My movements grew more vigorous, my legs quivering with the effort of maintaining balance. However, my stamina was no match for the relentless grip of the belts.
As fatigue began to claim me, I slumped downward, my legs giving way beneath the weight of my desire. The belts held me in place, not allowing for a moment’s reprieve. My modest manhood slid along the pole, desperately seeking contact, but the belt’s design was such that it remained elusive, teasingly out of reach. Each downward motion brought a new wave of sensation, the dryness of the ride only serving to heighten the intensity of my longing.
My breath grew ragged, the belt around my mouth and face preventing any sound from escaping. The only evidence of my internal struggle was the occasional gasp and the way my eyes fluttered closed with each exertion. Despite the weariness that was overtaking me, the thrill of being so utterly restrained was intoxicating. My wrists tugged against their bonds, the leather of the belt biting into my skin, but it was a sweet pain that only served to deepen my arousal.
As I continued to slide down the pole, the belts tightened their hold, each one contributing to the symphony of sensations that played across my body. The tension grew, my muscles straining against the unforgiving leather. Yet, even as the exhaustion set in, the thrill of this unique experience kept me going. The dry ride of my penis against the pole was a stark contrast to the slickness of my skin, covered in a sheen of sweat from my exertions.
This was a dance of desire and restraint, a delicate balance that I was eager to maintain for as long as possible. The belts, once a mere accessory, had become an integral part of my intimate performance, dictating my every move and amplifying my pleasure. My body, though tired, remained responsive to the rhythm of the moment, each gyration a silent testament to my willingness to explore the boundaries of my own submission.

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