I needed a gaming face chair so I called over my face seat sub then wrapped him up tight in saran wrap, then secured him further with duct tape until he was nothing more than a helpless, immobile package on the floor. He knew exactly what was coming next. I dropped my thick, muscular cheeks onto his face and settled in, firing up my game. His nose was buried deep, serving as nothing more than my gaming seat. Every time I felt him start to struggle or squirm beneath me, I pressed back harder, sinking my weight down to remind him who was in control. Sometimes, I leaned forward, clamping my th...

I needed a gaming face chair so I called over my face seat sub then wrapped him up tight in saran wrap, then secured him further with duct tape until he was nothing more than a helpless, immobile package on the floor. He knew exactly what was coming next. I dropped my thick, muscular cheeks onto his face and settled in, firing up my game. His nose was buried deep, serving as nothing more than my gaming seat. Every time I felt him start to struggle or squirm beneath me, I pressed back harder, sinking my weight down to remind him who was in control. Sometimes, I leaned forward, clamping my thick thighs around his head, giving just enough pressure to make him feel my power. He existed solely for my comfort, and every inch of him knew it.