A latex girl thing

Air again, dick harder.

Air again, cock longer.

Air again, and all the blood in his body seemingly only ran through his cock.

The gulps of air were further and further apart, but Rusty was not aware of the passage of time any longer. Before that it felt like minutes, but panic has a way of slowing precious few seconds down. The air deprivation multiplied the sensory deprivation minus the assault on his sperm wand, which was squared to bring forth a range of solutions to Slave’s sinister function. Consciously Rusty would not be enjoying this, but he was no longer operating on a conscionable level. As with sex, his body only responded to the stimuli; it was on autopilot, due to the lack of air doing its damage to his terrified mind.

Rusty gasped instead of moan, and although the tight hood muffled those loud gasps there was no mistaking what they signified. The labia snake contracted on his balls, slurped and convulsed faster. It made wet sounds, it also moaned loudly. Lubricant flushed in a spray, and finally a geyser of sperm was released from the terrified victim’s penis. To the man barely aware it felt like the release of cum was actually the splitting of his log, followed by the draining of all of his life fluids: blood, water, sweat.