Ye Jun
It hurt like hell and felt like heaven all at once, the needle biting in sharp little stabs that made my whole leg twitch every time he dragged it through skin. I was gripping the edges of the table so hard my knuckles went white, teeth clenched, trying not to scream or sob or beg him to stop and also not to stop, because every time the buzz paused and he wiped the blood away, his thumb would brush over my cock just enough to keep me leaking and stupid.
I cried his name more than once actual sobs, while he murmured shit like "good boy, almost there, taking it so fucking pretty for me." By the end I was a shaking, sweaty mess, face wet, thighs trembling, and when the machine finally clicked off I just lay there gasping like I'd run a marathon with my dick out.
I didn't even notice he'd moved the spot.
