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In the dimly lit dungeon, the eager amateur king begins his ritual, adorned in black leather and gleaming metal. His focus? Those heavy, low-hanging fruits, ripe for torment. He secures them, leaving his rigid cock to throb in the cool air. He strokes and smacks it, his breathing ragged, before the main event: a slow, deliberate saline infusion. His balls expand, the skin taut and glistening, as he writhes and groans, a symphony of pleasure and pain, pushing his limits in this private, kinky game of power and submission.