Refuse Kyris's demands and ask him to release you from his realm.

You tell Kyris that you've had enough of his tricks and ask him to let you go free from his realm.

Kyris's eyes narrow. "Fuck you, John. I think you're forgetting who has the real power here." As he speaks, you feel your shirt and shorts tighten up on your body. Your shirt begins to move on its own, rubbing around your chest and nipples, the roughness of the fabric making you cry out at the sensations. You feel the shorts become skin-tight as they rub back and forth over your trapped cock and balls. You're being **** by your own clothing!

While your shorts squeeze your throbbing and hardening cock, you desperately try to remove your shirt, but find yourself unable to keep a grip on it. You try to tear your shirt off but it seems to have become much tougher. Kyris laughs as you then try to remove your shorts, without success, and then resort to pulling at the fabric over your cock to try and stop the maddeningly arousing friction. You fall to your knees as you feel a massive orgasm building up. Soon enough, the shorts contract once more over your trapped cock and balls and you arch your back as you shoot a sticky load inside your clothes.

You faint with the sound of Kyris's laughter still echoing in your ears.