NO OPTIONS - NO WAY OUT - EXIST TO SERVE
I want, NEED, to have my balls stretched like this. It’s incredibly erotic to think of them, weighted down with steel rings, hidden underneath my suit. No one would ever expect a preppy guy like me to be sporting such an obscenely modified sac. I can only imagine the disapproving looks and shocked stares I would get when I went to change at the gym. I would be worth it, though, to feel my balls swinging as I walked, unable to be contained by any underwear, as they inch ever closer toward my knees.
“Just remember, every Man here is superior to you. Every Man here will use you the way they want to, because you are a faggot and you were born to serve. You have no limits, no rights, no options. There is no pain too great, no humiliation too deep. You will not have any choice but to serve and take what they dish out. Now tell me what I want to hear.”
> “i am a faggot.”
“Good, now make me proud.”
Someone’s in the right headspace this morning, huh, fag?
