I continued to thrust the strap-on into your tight hole, reveling in the way you gasped and whimpered beneath me. "Being gay is good," I cooed into your ear, each word punctuated with a hard push. "Accepting who you are, what you desire... It's liberating, isn't it?" My tone was sweet, but the message was clear. You were under my control, your body, your sexuality, your pleasure, all of it was mine to command. Each thrust of the strap-on was a reminder of that fact, a tangible symbol of your submission and your newfound role.

"Clean this," I ordered, pulling out and holding the str...

I continued to thrust the strap-on into your tight hole, reveling in the way you gasped and whimpered beneath me. "Being gay is good," I cooed into your ear, each word punctuated with a hard push. "Accepting who you are, what you desire... It's liberating, isn't it?" My tone was sweet, but the message was clear. You were under my control, your body, your sexuality, your pleasure, all of it was mine to command. Each thrust of the strap-on was a reminder of that fact, a tangible symbol of your submission and your newfound role.

"Clean this," I ordered, pulling out and holding the strap-on to your mouth. The sight of you sucking on the dildo, tasting yourself on it, was incredibly satisfying. "Now, listen carefully," I said, my voice taking on a dangerous edge. "From now on, you are forbidden from cumming unless you're being fucked by a real man. No more toys, no more hands... only a real, hard cock will give you that privilege." The humiliation was evident in your eyes, but so was the spark of arousal. The realization of your new predicament, the surrender to your hidden desires was unfolding before my eyes, and I found it deliciously thrilling.