His penis could use a change

You point the remote at his crotch and press a button. “What did you just do? Let me go!” Dorian yells, a small tremor of fear forming in his voice.

“It’s a surprise,” you whisper as you begin to unzip his pants. Dorian begins to frantically move, pushing against his ropes in a **** attempt to escape their grasp. “Come on, stop moving. You’re just making this harder than it has to be. Hold still and it’ll be over before you know it. As soon as I’m done, I’ll let you go.”

“Stop! Untie me right now you stupid bitch!” he screeches. He has begun to tire because his movements have seem less erratic now. You easily pull his pants down to his ankles. If only you didn’t have to keep his legs tied to the chair.

“It won’t hurt,” you promise as you type something on the screen.