He gasps and grits his teeth through her attentions, noticing acutely that she only stops when he's good and hard. Maker, his cock isn't showing any signs of flagging, either- one feature of the rings, naturally. Once he gets hard enough he starts to feel them- a pressure around him, behind him, almost inside him, digging into his cock and behind his balls and making everything red-hot sensitive with metal rings dug in deep. Oh god, how is he gonna survive two days of this?

Then she lets go of him, letting him gasp in a breath, and says some shit about baths. Okay. Okay! Fine. That's fine. "Alright, M'lady Lunatic," he answers smarmily. "Lead the way."

He follows her up the stairs, eyes on her swaying hips and full ass. Cock tenting his loose trousers like a goddamn flagpole.