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Oh, how I love your erections, which I allow you every two weeks! How excited you get for days beforehand! Then, when the big day arrives, and I handcuff your hands behind your back, your moans become so loud and desperate that I have to gag you before things really begin. Then I slowly remove the cage from your abused cock. And within seconds, it's standing tall and erect without me even having to blow on it. So sweet to see your tears, which grow larger each month when you look at your rather impressive thing, without the chance to even touch it lightly, without the slightest chance of release. It's truly hard work and requires a lot of ice and force to stuff it back into its merciless prison after the permitted five minutes. How tattered it always looks when it's finally back in its rightful place, safe behind steel bars. What actually hurts more? The cracked, burning skin, the raging blue balls or the thought that your erections will now look like this forever? Or even your heart, when a few minutes later you can see on Lamar's alpha monster cock all the amazing things you could do with erections? When he makes your beloved wife scream with pleasure for hours and blesses her with one delicious load of cum after another? Oh, you know what? I don't care. Your suffering increases my happiness, that's the main thing. You look to the future without hope and I know that things will get better for me every day. It really was a great idea to try out this lifestyle! Thanks, honey!
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A quick snack? Good boy.
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