Sounding 5

Derrick Hanson sprawls across the bed, every inch the GQ stud with the body to back it up. He works his meat slow and deliberate, thumb dragging across the head, while his free hand rolls each nipple. The lights catch the ridge of muscle under his skin, and he knows the lens is on him. His eyes lock with the camera and his cock jerks harder. He reaches for the tray, fingers closing around a thick sound. He slides it in, inch by inch, no hesitation, the metal vanishing until only the knob shows. He pushes deeper, holds, then drags it back. The strokes become aggressive, almost angry, each thrust pushing the rod past his limit and making his balls draw tight. The sound comes out wet. In its place he brings the catheter, tube already attached to the empty bag. He feeds it through the slit, no lube, just pressure and will, until the tip disappears into his bladder. Urine starts to flow at once, warm and steady, filling the clear line. The bag swells beside him, the sight of his own waste draining in public making his cock twitch again. The sensation is too much. Derrick rips the tube free, clamps his fist around his shaft, and starts pounding. The orgasm hits like a slam: ropes arc high, splatter his abs, and keep coming until his hand and belly shine. He never looks away from the lens, breathing hard, used, and satisfied.