Thank you master sir
Don’t you dare to spit out my piss…

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Thank you master sir
Don’t you dare to spit out my piss…
I can feel every trust from my big brother,I hope he comes in me , before mommy gets home,I love 💕💕💕💕 my big brother
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Thank you daddy, MMM 😋 I love your thick cum going down my throat sir, thank you daddy
Expect to be smiling to my camera while serving me
Dont waste a drop!! 😈
Beg to eat my cum, no matter how I fuck tou
Daddy is getting my tight little sissy pussy ready for his big hairy alpha DADDY cock, Mmmmm daddy please sir I’m begging for it
It took me a while to accept, but he was right. Looking like a man didn’t make me one. The cage went on pretty early in our relationship. He asked me to try it one day and I pretended I didn’t want to for a split second and then just said, sure. The collar was another story. I had to earn that. It was all going really well and then he had me remove my hair. It completely and totally transformed me. It wasn’t play anymore. I was a faggot and I was glad.
Once my hair was gone, I could feel the cage on my cock fully. I knew I wasn’t a man and I knew I wasn’t supposed to be one either. A s ginger, I didn’t even have that much hair, but even a little is something the truth can hide behind.
On your knees, boy!
He always sleeps better when he’s got a bit of the white stuff in him. Most submissive bottoms do.
Definitely true. I think it’s like, science, that cum has mood enhancers in it
Seb tied to a chair, ballgagged and taped over. Two vibrating bullets are taped to his cock. He was forced to cum multiple times that night, poor boy.
Mmmmmmmmm
"Bro, I'm telling you, you look so much prettier as a bottom than a top. Seriously, keeping your junk hidden away is making me throb."
"Yeah, bro? I could maybe wear a jock if you're really into it."
"Fuck yeah, bro. Let's just pretend your dick's not here, huh? Cause you don't even need it. Just be my total bottom bitch. My total cumdump slagheap whore, huh?"
"Eh... yeah. Yeah, o-okay."
"Good bitch. Good fucking bitch."
"Oh you're going NOWHERE son!" 😈
Let me go, you fucker!
What did you do to me?
And… why is my dick so hard?
I’ll enjoy you
That was quite the Christmas Eve party wasn’t it boy. His morning wood will wake him up as it usually does, but it will feel much different today. It will feel constricted and as he reaches to free himself he’ll realize he can’t. He will slowly stir to the reality that his cock is in a cage. The next thing he’ll notice, of course is that his underwear is half off. As he shifts to adjust them he’ll feel that his hole is greasy. When he moves around more he will start to remember that his best friend fucked him last night. He will pull on his cage in a naïve effort to remove it, until he realizes he can’t. Very funny he will think to himself.
The fucking was a long time coming. They had flirted and joked around about it for years. They both kind of knew it would eventually happen. He’s not even aware of what his real problem is yet. When he finally gets up and goes into the kitchen, he will find the note that wishes him a Merry Christmas and tells him that his friend won’t be back for a week. The chastity cage of course is his Christmas present, and while his friend realizes it will be difficult for him, he believes it’s exactly what he needs to accept himself and live the life of service he was born to live. The last line of the note shook him. “Yes you will spend Christmas in chastity and it won’t be the last Christmas you spend in a cage either. Don’t overthink it. You know it’s right. I’ll see you New Year’s Eve, fag. Merry Christmas!”
He looked a bit for the key, but of course, nothing was there. He went into his bedroom, looked at himself in the mirror. Then, much to his surprise and without success, he tried to stiffen in his cage. He felt like a fag, and that’s when he realized he was one.
“It’s ok. Nobody hears you out here.”