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@skinfaggot1666
Like any good faggot, Iâm always on duty for whoever needs meâŠ
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A good boy is a caged boy
So Beautiful đ wish that was MeâïžđŠđ đ
The immediate path after you admit youâre a faggot is fairly straightforward. Remove your hair, put on your cage and wait for instructions. A boy needs to be formally trained. It helps it internalize its purpose. Poor little fag boy. He doesnât have a choice.
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@Bigbroth4u
One of my all-time favorite pieces of gear.
CW: Incest, step-incest, sissification
Your step-dad was an electrician who started taking you along on his jobs. He had had a vague ambition to train you up to be his apprentice, but he gave up on that once he walked in on you doing drag with your mum's clothes. He still took you with him cause he needed to do something with you during the day, and this way you could help him out with small stuff; fetching his tools, getting your small hands into hard to reach places, sometimes acting as look out for him if he needed to wank one out on a dry day.
Most days weren't dry, though. He was a complete hound, sexy and shameless to boot, and would fuck any of the housewives he worked for. Well, so long as their husbands weren't around. And sometimes, even when they were. You remembered watching him fuck a husband/wife duo, one time. You were stuck in the bathroom jacking your dick to his alluring manliness as he pounded the man's asshole. His wife lay beneath them, ready to catch his cum, fingering herself silly as she watched her husband be utterly fucked. It was the sexiest thing you'd ever seen.
You never told your mum about this. He promised to keep your drag a secret, if you kept his cheating a secret. And frankly, you wouldn't have told anyway. It turned you on too much to want to ruin it. Just sitting next to him in the van knowing he'd just been dicking down some pussy or asshole made your dick so hard it hurt.
More and more, he was involving you in his games. One time, after he's just hand fucked a woman to completion, he came into her bathroom and shoved his hand in your mouth.
"Come here, princess. Got a treat for you. That's what pussy tastes like, huhuhu. Probably the only cunt you'll ever taste in your life. You like it?"
"I's gool, Wick. Fweet."
"Uh uh, call me dad, remember?
"Wes, dard."
"Good girl."
It wasn't long after that he started using your sweet mouth as an all-hours cumdump. You were never happier than with your new dad's dick in your mouth. Or his hands. Or anything he gave you.
Oh fuck he thought. âWhat have I got myself intoâ. With his arms tied to his ankles, he was helpless to do anything about what was being said about him from the 6 guys leering at him. He heard only a few snippets before the blindfold and ball gag was placed on his head and in his mouth. Next thing he knew, his ass was on fire as a big cock shoved its way into him. He tried screaming but the sounds were muffled by the gag. He heard laughter and words likeâŠâyeah man fuck that holeâ, âIâm nextâ, âbreed that bitchâ, and then he passed out. He didnât know how long he was out but when he came to, he was on a dirt road naked. As he struggled to get up, he said to himself, âIâm going back to that leather bar next weekendâ.
âEveryone needs bigger arms.â â Martin Fitzwater