I want to edge my boys into oblivion multiple times a day for weeks on end.
Just imagining a stable of boys, hands tied above their heads while my stablehands edge them again and again and again and again and again , methodically , silently, while my boys pant and moan, muscles tight and glistening.
Imagining making my boys sleep with hands chained to their sides so they don’t stimulate in their sleep . Their cocks throbbing all night, dripping with cum .
Imagining keeping them naked at all hours. Forbidding the use of language. Limiting resources so they’re forced to develop a pecking order.
Imagining two of them wrestling for dominance, and when one pins the other he looks up at me - eyes pleading, cock throbbing, a whine deep in his throat. I make him wait as his opponent squirms beneath him, trying to slip out of his grasp.
I snap my fingers: “Take.” And the winning boy is overtaken, animalistic, shoving his cock inside the other and humping with wild abandon, finishing in a few thrusts and too sensitive to really enjoy it.
My pack of well-trained, desperate boys…