property
noun
A thing belonging to someone, a possession
The legal right to own and use something
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I want to condition a sub into only being able to feel pleasure when I’m the one touching them, so even when they’re trying to masturbate, there’s no way they could ever cum from it. I want to make them believe that Mommy’s touch is magic. I want them to become not only addicted but dependent on me.
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I'm a brainless cocksocket
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Why I like to go to concerts? That's why.
This tall ginger hunk was standing in front of me at the concert. He was so hot and he didn't lose a moment to establish his superiority over the other guys around him.
I was hard all the time and couldn't stop staring at him. But then he suddenly went all crazy and started flexing his muscles to the music. All the girls around like it. Then he noticed me standing right next to him. He grabbed my head and pressed my face deep into his armpit making me sniff on his sweaty aroma.
My cock rubbed against his rock hard thigh and I moaned shooting a load into my pants. At that moment the hunk pulled me by hair from his armpit and saw the satisfaction on my face. He smirked and led me to his pickup truck on the parking lot.
There he fucked me roughly and left with his cum dripping down from my ass.
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pretty sure @humiliated-underwear-losers had only posted this with the face cropped out. The smirking young alpha male showing off his humiliated “boy” in just his skivvies and handcuffs. That arm around Preston’s’s bare shoulder shows ownership. I think Preston should repost this immediately. 😂
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He’d become his Owner’s Jock.
He wasn’t sure just what moment it was that he changed from a free athlete into an Owned Jock, but he knew it had happened.
Maybe when he heard the padlock click shut locking the collar around his neck.
Maybe it was the moment he felt the weight of the chain settle around his neck.
Maybe when his Owner just turned and walked down the hall pulling him along by the chain leash.
Maybe when he was cuffed and chained to the floor between his Owner’s legs as the movie started.
Maybe it was the feel of his Owner’s hands over his muscles, squeezing, twisting, gripping.
Maybe it was his Owner’s voice ordering him to flex, to obey.
Maybe it was weeks before as they texted, messaged, and called…
Or maybe it didn’t matter if he couldn’t name the moment it happened.
Perhaps all that matter was that it had happened.
That he’d became an Owned Jock.
Became his Owner’s.
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Wanting to mark you as mine.
Six Sexy Words
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