“In one phrase, what kind of group is MONSTA X?”

Every sensation is heightened when I’m on his table. Every brutal agony he inflicts lingers on my skin. Each blissful pleasure amplified by my helplessness. I had cum without his permission, and now he was punishing me.

“I need you to understand your place.” 

His voice made me cringe and moan all at once. 

“You. Are. Mine.” 

I could feel the table tremble as he rolled me through the living room.

“Your nipples…? Mine.”

With the flick of a button the suction cups at my teats sprung to life.

“Your cunny…? Mine.”

He turned a dial, bringing the vibrating fuck-piston to bear on my vulnerable hole.

“Your lips…? Mine.”

I heard the click of another button, and the phallic gag in my throat buzzed into action.

“Even this pretty lil’ cocklet is mine.”

I cried out for forgiveness as he began pumping my sex with a fleshjack.

“Five minutes.” 

I could hardly hear him over the sounds of my screaming.

“If you can last five minutes without cumming I’ll let you out.”

I was already painfully c-close.

“Don’t worry… If you cum I won’t get mad. We’ll wait fifteen minutes and try again.”

I was sobbing into my mask. F-five minutes was too long!