Oh, you pathetic scrap of flesh, how you quiver in anticipation, trussed up like the last morsel at a feast, eager and terrified all at once. Look at you, salivating over the torments yet to come, your measly dick pulsing at the mere thought of being utterly ravished and debased. Those towering BBC pastors circle you like gods of ruin, their laughs booming deep and sonorous as they fondle their massive, throbbing cocks right in front of your pleading eyes. Here you are, nothing more than a jerk-off puppet for their amusement, each cruel tug of your strings sinking you deeper into degradatio...

Oh, you pathetic scrap of flesh, how you quiver in anticipation, trussed up like the last morsel at a feast, eager and terrified all at once. Look at you, salivating over the torments yet to come, your measly dick pulsing at the mere thought of being utterly ravished and debased. Those towering BBC pastors circle you like gods of ruin, their laughs booming deep and sonorous as they fondle their massive, throbbing cocks right in front of your pleading eyes. Here you are, nothing more than a jerk-off puppet for their amusement, each cruel tug of your strings sinking you deeper into degradation. “Watch him drool over real manhood,” they mock as you strain against your bonds, every futile twist a testament to your abject desperation. You are their canvas, ready to be splattered with the thick paint of their lust, each stroke of their mighty shafts a brush against your dwindling self-worth. They're about to start, and oh, how your pitiful heart pounds with the perverse desire to be broken beyond repair.