He Gave His Bellybutton to the Machine

Oiled up and fully surrendered — he doesn’t flinch, he doesn’t resist. The slender rod moves in steady, calculated strokes, thrusting into his bellybutton over and over. No pain, just pressure. Pure control. The operator handles the speed, teasing and pushing limits, turning his navel into a focused zone of stimulation. This is not random. This is precision. And his body takes it all.