Bound Femboy: Stunning Sweet Torture Must-Have

So my buddy told me about this bound femboy scene he stumbled on, and I gotta say, it stuck with me. He said the guy was already trussed up in this slick arm binder, wrists pinned behind his back, totally helpless, and there was a cock ring snug around him keeping everything throbbing and sensitive. Daddy—that’s what he called the other guy—had oiled up his hands and just started slow, stroking him with this deliberate, almost teasing rhythm. The femboy was squirming, breath hitching, and you could tell every touch was amplified because he couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but feel. It wasn’t rough, more like sweet torture, the kind where you’re so worked up you’re practically begging with your eyes. Daddy kept edging him, palm sliding over the tip, thumb pressing right under the head, and the poor guy’s thighs were shaking. Eventually he couldn’t hold back anymore, and he came hard, stripes landing across his own tummy while he just lay there, spent and glistening. My friend said it felt weirdly intimate, not just a fuckfest, you know? Like a power trip wrapped in tenderness. Anyway, that’s the vibe—slow burn, oil, and a helpless little femboy losing his mind.