[Jiang Cheng grits his teeth at the squeeze, swallowing a grunt. While it's not painful to speak of - he's had so much worse, and can take all that and more in stride - it does make him feel awkwardly helpless to have his dick targeted like this, and the uncertainty of what's to come isn't much better. He'd much rather be stabbed through the chest or have his guts spilling out.
But instead what he gets is being slowly exposed, and as much as he tries to accept the inevitable, taking deep breaths in a poor attempt to calm down, the panic doesn't go away. His body just feels increasingly tense, like a bowstring pulled too far, and at the first touch or soon after, his attempt at self-control will snap, and he will thrash in his bonds all over again, letting our a roar like a wild animal.]
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But instead what he gets is being slowly exposed, and as much as he tries to accept the inevitable, taking deep breaths in a poor attempt to calm down, the panic doesn't go away. His body just feels increasingly tense, like a bowstring pulled too far, and at the first touch or soon after, his attempt at self-control will snap, and he will thrash in his bonds all over again, letting our a roar like a wild animal.]