A lonely boy, bound and gagged, is left to his own devices in a room filled with BDSM toys. His eyes widen as he surveys the implements of pleasure and pain, his cock straining against his briefs. He tentatively picks up a pair of clover clamps, his fingers trembling as he attaches them to his nipples. A gasp escapes his lips as the pressure intensifies, his body writhing as he fights the urge to remove them. He reaches down, stroking his aching cock through the fabric, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he edges himself, the sweet agony of CBT pushing him closer to the brink.