Cuckgasm 13_04_2025

Description: Bitchboy was strapped down on our bed like the property he is—wrists cuffed, thumbs cuffed, head tightly wrapped in cord until his face looked as pathetic as he felt. his balls were tied hard to his toes, every twitch yanking them painfully. i didn’t lift a finger to help him. as always, he had to hump it out himself—palms wrapped in duct tape, scraping that raw, needy little dick along the harsh edges. and you know what? he ruined it without being told. no begging. no delay. just a silent, pitiful mess. he’s learning. satisfaction isn’t his right—it’s a memory. good boy. almost.