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The Chivalry

In the realm of pleasure, the lines between adoration and servitude blur. The master, commanding and authoritative, with every desire at the forefront of his mind. And the slave – admired, cherished, yet utterly subject to the master’s will. His hard, throbbing cock betrays his excitement, eager to fulfill each carnal command. This is no mere power exchange; it’s a celebration of control, a symphony of domination and lust. The slave’s body is a canvas for the master’s deepest fantasies, each touch, each order, a stroke of absolute power. He succumbs to the ecstasy of being used, relishing in the honor of pleasing the one who holds his absolute devotion. The master’s satisfaction is his ultimate reward, his purpose, his everything. Let the games begin. –

The slave’s body is a canvas for the master’s deepest fantasies

The Chivalry - Damian x Line Boy

The slave’s body is a canvas for the master’s deepest fantasies

 

Site: DamianXDragon

Title: The Chivalry – Damian x Line Boy

Originally filmed for Hunt Mag

The Chivalry - Damian x Line Boy

A Left Turn at Albuquerque Continued – Part 05

By Hunter Perez

I never considered myself to be a jealous person, but after my meeting with Holmgren I was deeply envious of his encounter with Quinn, that adventure-seeking magazine writer he met at the schoolhouse. I was unable to fall asleep because I became consumed with resentfulness over Holmgren’s newfound happiness and the possibility that he might find himself in a romantic relationship.

“Why is he able to go out and about and meet people while I have stay locked in a cage?” I thought to myself. “He knows I don’t belong in here, but he’s keeping me here. He’ll probably keep me here for the rest of my life. He’ll probably quit one day and go off somewhere with his new boyfriend and I’ll be stuck behind bars until I die.”

My unhappiness forced me up, which was just as well because Zeb began snoring at an intolerable level. I sat at the foot of bed, sometimes glancing out of the cell door with the hope that Patterson would come chugging by for a quick chat. By mostly I stared at the floor, slowly asphyxiating myself with self-pity.

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