You know, a recurring dream has been attending an underground auction of submissive boys. Choosing from among them the most tender and tearful of them all, locked in a giant cage, terrified of any movement the guards might make, so that he doesn’t freeze in place.
His eyes yearn for freedom, and when he sees me, he thinks I’m compassionate, when in reality I’m going to lock him away for myself for the rest of his life.
On the first night, I’d tie him up and put something in his mouth so he wouldn’t bite. After stretching his hole, I’d shove a big dildo inside him, moving my strap-on and making him cry. I’d only untie him so that, scared, he’d lean on my shoulders and try to push me away without being able to.
I have any idea. Why not kidnap a bunny boy of my type instead of waiting? 👻👹
