Brogan Dominates David Webb

Brogan’s leather gloves grip David’s restraints—hooded, trembling, stretched across steel. Dominance protocol: knife-slit denim reveals welted thighs, clamps torque nipples into quivering submission. Voltage teases, thrusts escalate raw. David’s choked cries sync to rhythm—pain-pleasure calculus wired deep. Brogan seeds him, smirking at the wreckage: “Interrogation adjourned… not dismissed.”