Dionysus Giveth and Taketh Away

Mistress Dionysus presses close in glossy black latex and fishnets, long dark hair falling forward as her black-nailed hands roam the suspended man’s chest and belly. His wrists stay locked overhead on the rack, arms stretched, while she asks if he likes her hands all over him. Her palm slides lower and wraps his cock in a slow stroke. She asks if he wants a handjob. The moment he says yes, she snaps into a grin and drives her knee up into his balls twice. She seizes the sack, squeezes hard, and yanks his cock while she asks if that is the sort of handjob he wants. His no only feeds her. She slaps, pulls, squeezes, and knees him in a steady rush, then gathers the clear drip from his tip on her fingers and pushes them into his mouth. Her powerful thighs piston upward again and again, crushing his balls between knee and body. His shouts make her laugh, and she does not pause.

She turns him on the rack so his back faces her and keeps kicking, hard as she can muster, then reaches between his legs to haul on his cock from behind. More kicks land from the rear before she steps around, strokes him with a slow, sensual hand, and promises a countdown. She gives him only three seconds. No, not enough time!  The knees and kicks resume at full strength. His balls swell under the beating. She clamps them in one hand and punches them with the other, spits in his face, burps into it, and spits again. She tells him to say he wants more. The stiff cock gives him away. Kneeing, kicking, and punching continue until she has wrecked his nuts. She lets him down at last and sets a fishnet foot to his mouth so he licks the ball sweat from it, his aching balls finally left alone.