@The one whose lower body was played to ruin@

He was secured by his master onto the massage chair, his lower body penetrated by a toy as if being violated. As the massage chair's modes activated segment by segment, the rhythm of the mechanical operation repeatedly tugged at his shoulders, neck, and waist.

At first, he still tried to mask his nervousness with tough words, even deliberately telling the master standing aside that he felt nothing; however, as the massage intensity gradually increased, his voice began to sound strange, slowly turning into coquettish moans. The originally unresponsive toothpick-like pathetic cock now uncontrollably erected, constantly pressing against the pink chastity lock that confined it. His feigned calm expression also gradually lost its composure.

He was forced to rise and fall with the chair, his body appearing disheveled and exhausted amidst the continuous vibrations.
The master observed his reactions coldly throughout, not rushing to push the intensity to the limit, but deliberately slowing down the pace, allowing him to clearly feel every change. That sense of control brought a faint smile to the master's face, but as long as he uttered the agreed safeword, everything would stop immediately.

Finally, his breathing became increasingly rapid, and his voice no longer held the initial composure. After repeated coquettish moans and roars, his voice was left with only near-silent hoarseness and helpless shaking of the head with empty eyes, begging for mercy......