Straighthell John part 2 ~ GMsharing

Gagged, bound and exposed, fingerfucked, fucked with dildo on fucking machine, nipples and foreskin clamped together, then face pissed on

My captive kickboxer is still sleeping peacefully from the drug, but not for long. I smack him in the face and stand back to enjoy the show as the big thug opens his eyes to a world of horror.
Realising he's tied up, naked, John screams into his gag with rage, "MMMMFFFFPPHHHH!!!" He struggles furiously, trying to kick me, before feeling a painful yank on his genitals which tells him his cock is tightly bound to his feet.
John is utterly helpless. I fondle his dick, enjoying the escalating volume of his protests as my hand slips down towards his arsehole. The wriggling fighter's screams reach fever pitch as I work a finger into his furiously clenched sphincter, pushing it deeper and deeper until I'm in up to the knuckle.
The straight stud is absolutely livid. His red face contorts with fury around the gag as I gleefully shove in another finger, and fingerfuck his hole hard, watching his expression grow increasingly agonised as my probing fingers stretch him up.
To make matters worse for him, John's dumb hetero cock responds quickly to my stroking, until the miserable man sports a humiliating hardon. I make John look down at his own rigid dick, and he cringes in shame.
But the real torment hasn't even begun yet for this anal virgin. When I show him the fucking machine, John's eyes widen in shock as the terrifying truth dawns on him. I ignore his threatening grunts, which turn to muffled pleas as I position the dildo in front of his twitching arsehole.
Without mercy, I jam the large plastic cock past John's resistant ringpiece, laughing at his frantic gasps and moans as I turn on the fucking machine and it begins sliding in and out of John's tight arse. I stare into his angry eyes as I hover my finger over the speed dial, the fate of his anus at my fingertips.
As John experiences rectal probing for the first time, I turn my attention to his nipples and dick, to really give him an all-over experience of suffering. Nasty clips go on each nipple, which I attach to his foreskin, stringing them all tightly together until John's wailing in pain. I even add a load of pegs to his nutsack and perineum, which bring his cries of discomfort to a new level.
Tears roll down John's angry cheeks as the entire array of torments becomes too much for him to bear, and he realises he's completely trapped in this hell for as long as I choose. No amount of fighting training is any use against a few ropes.
I stand above his face and unzip my fly. John's eyes meet mine as he realises what I'm about to do. The urine hits his face with a hot splash, eliciting sobs of humiliation as it runs down his face, leaking into his mouth and eyes, overwhelming him with the smell and bitter taste. John will never be able to forget this moment of total and utter shame.