Strung Up By The Wrists - Spinning Brush Machines All Over His Armpits And Ribs

Down in the concrete basement gym they hauled him up by the wrists. Thick coarse rope is lashed tight around both wrists and pulled straight up to the ceiling beam, his ankles roped apart to two floor rings, so his arms are stretched overhead and both bare armpits are stripped wide open with nothing he can do about it. There is nobody else in the room - just two plain machines standing either side of him on metal stands, motor-driven spinning bristle brush wheels and long bristle rollers, whirring away and pressed hard into his stretched armpit hollows before dragging down across his ribs and sides. The bristles spin so fast they blur, splaying and flicking as they dent and ripple the skin, contact never breaking for a second. He twists, kicks and hauls at the ropes the whole way through, laughing out loud with his mouth wide open and never getting a break. AI-generated animation - no real people appear.