Meet Chicken Boy, a submissive completely under my control, bound and helpless, ready to endure whatever torment I decide. Today, he’s in for relentless ball busting, teasing, and humiliation, with no mercy in sight.

Chicken Boy starts out tied and vulnerable, his exposed position making every smack, every knee strike, and every impact a painful reminder of his place beneath me. I begin with my knee, driving hard into his sensitive balls, watching him squirm and struggle against his bonds. The sharp pain brings him to his limit, but this is only the beginning.

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Meet Chicken Boy, a submissive completely under my control, bound and helpless, ready to endure whatever torment I decide. Today, he’s in for relentless ball busting, teasing, and humiliation, with no mercy in sight.

Chicken Boy starts out tied and vulnerable, his exposed position making every smack, every knee strike, and every impact a painful reminder of his place beneath me. I begin with my knee, driving hard into his sensitive balls, watching him squirm and struggle against his bonds. The sharp pain brings him to his limit, but this is only the beginning.

I don’t hold back as I use my hand, landing slap after slap, delivering intense ball busting that leaves him breathless and broken. His face shows every ounce of pain as I continue with various implements, ensuring his suffering is complete. Each tool brings a new wave of agony, showing Chicken Boy exactly what happens when he submits to me fully.

But the punishment doesn’t stop with pain. I shift to a new form of torment, tying one of my well-worn shoes over his face. Now, he breathes in the strong, lingering scent of my foot, the leather and sweat combining to heighten his humiliation. Surrounded by the smell, he has no choice but to inhale deeply, each breath reinforcing his submission and helplessness.

Between rounds of intense ball busting, I allow him brief moments of teasing and edging. I keep him on the edge, building up his frustration and reminding him that release is only granted when and if I decide. Every touch, every stroke, is calculated to drive him to the brink, only to pull back and deny him the satisfaction he craves. The mixture of pain and pleasure leaves him utterly at my mercy, completely aware that I control every sensation he experiences.

This is more than just physical torment; it’s a mental game that breaks him down piece by piece. The ball busting, the teasing, and the overpowering scent of my shoe leave him weak, humiliated, and totally devoted to serving me. Chicken Boy’s session is a powerful display of control, where I take pleasure in his pain, pushing his limits and showing him that his place is exactly where I put him—bound, hurting, and breathing in the scent of my feet.

This clip is a must-watch for fans of intense ball busting, foot fetish, and total submission. Watch as Chicken Boy learns the true meaning of obedience and pain under my relentless command.