The bald, hairy-chested man grips the other’s wrists, pulling them taut as a razor glides along his stretched skin, red lines tracing the curve of his back. His laughter bubbles through the ball gag, muffled but sharp, while the second man secures him deeper into the restraints, the furniture groaning under the weight of their struggle. The blade doesn’t pause, carving deliberate paths where the first man’s muscles flex against the pressure.
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