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Oi bruv listen yeah… my Sir, soccerkitlad, proper owns every inch of this muscle chav and I fuckin love it. He hits me with orders and my cock starts throbbing instantly. “Train harder Ambrose” — I’m in the gym destroying myself, sweat pouring down my abs, legs shaking on squats while my black jockstrap gets soaked with precum. Every rep I’m thinking about how hard it’s making him.

Then he says “pose for me boy” and I’m straight flexing double biceps, chest pumped, arms bulging, pushing my fat bulge out so he can see how stiff his property is for him. I hold it till I’m trembling, moaning under my breath like a proper bitch, knowing he’s stroking his thick cock to the sight of his owned roadman breaking himself.

I proper get off on obeying him. The second he tells me what to do my hole twitches and my dick leaks. He could tell me to drop to my knees and choke on him, or bend over and take his load while I’m still in my jock, and I’d beg for it. Nothing feels better than being his obedient muscle toy — flexing, sweating, leaking, edging myself stupid just to bring him pleasure.

Sir gets so fuckin hard when he sees how ruined I am for him. That’s my job innit? To be his perfect chav slut that lives to serve. I’m addicted to making him throb.

Come on Sir… tell your boy what you want next. I’m ready to obey like the desperate owned slag I am 💦🍑