Kawada Yuichi's first attempt at glans torture

"I don't know if it's glans torture or what, but it's overreacting to make a big guy cum or faint.

I, Kawada Yuichi, said with a snort.

To be honest, at this point, although I was nervous, I wasn't so much afraid as I was elated before challenging the battle.

The training of Mara, which he trained every day, made him bigger, harder and stronger. He thought of it as an extension of his training.

Today, it was not the rod, but the glans. It was somewhat sensitive, but he thought of it as a rite of passage for a man to endure and endure and endure and become a stronger big dick like he had in the past.

The gauze, soggy from the warm lotion, was pressed against my glans, "Are you sure you want to do this?　Are you sure you want to do this?　He asked me questions like, "Are you sure?

"Get on with it. As a teacher, I need to be a man among men who isn't ashamed to be anywhere.

I declared clearly and thrust my hips forward.

"Uh--!

As I had imagined, I was able to hold back a groan.

At least for the first rub.

"Aaahhhh!　Wait, wait, Aaaaaaaahhh !!!"

"Oh, oh, oh, wait, wait, there's aah!　Like this?　Is it like this?

I was screaming in a half panic.

I was screaming in a half panic, the stimulation on my cock was nothing.

Oh no. Stop right now. Run away.

Such signals exploded in my brain. Biological fear and aversion, as if I'm doing something I shouldn't be doing, rush through me, along with a ridiculous feeling of pleasure that overrides it.

Dick. Hot. Feels good. Dick. Painful. Dick. I don't understand. Dick, dick, dick, dick!

The glans is a cock, not a dick.

It's internal. It's the core of my body. The most fragile part of a man.

I've been dangling this thing around all this time, and I've been letting it hang out in the open?

My mind went crazy with the incomprehensible stimulation that destroyed all my previous values.

"Ugh. !!!!"

I just screamed in agony, clenching my back teeth tightly.

I just screamed in agony, clenching my back teeth tightly, as the man kept repeating the same motion, as if he didn't hear my scream.

Right, left, right again, then left.

"Dick-oohhhh !!!!"

I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore.

My hips were just bobbing as if the cock had taken over.

I'm not sure what to do, but I'm going to do it.

It's not like I can't control it.

The stimulation of that white gauze is like everything in the world.

I can see, but I can't see anything. I can hear, but I can't hear anything. I don't know what I'm screaming, and I don't know if this feels good or if it's painful.

Just the glans. My glans. Penis. The glans. This thing hanging from my waist, this thing. This part.

That's it.

"uhh......Ooooooh !! ughhhh!!!

Of course, I didn't even notice that I was dribbling piss all over the place.

It was a powerful release, something even my students don't do anymore.

Teacher, you peed your pants, didn't you?

In the video that was left behind, you can see me being accused of doing so, but I didn't understand anything at the time.

No, ...... I think somewhere in my head I was thinking, "Of course this is going to leak," and somewhat reopened my mind.

I'm sure you'll be able to understand why. ...... I had completely given in to the turtle head.

As a teacher, I'm here to advise you.

Don't do that. There's no going back.

I can't--I can't do it anymore.

I can't think of my dick as the dick I used to have. That stimulation is the end of all men.

My dick is just a bonus to the glans. It doesn't matter how thick, long, or hard the rod is, it's all over once the glans is rubbed.

That's right, me and my dick are just a bonus to the glans.

So don't end up like me.

There's no going back.