Boat packed with people and somehow I’m the only man confident enough to be right at the front giving zero fucks 😂
Yeah, that’s me boy. I’ll always give you a purpose.
Now go prove you understand your place. 💸
Taking custom video requests for tomorrow, REAL TIME SESSION, Whatever it is he’ll do so don’t be shy😉😈
@subedientxxx tomorrow your being put through the paces once again!
Paint the dungeon b¡tch boy,
I expect you to Work hard, work fast, in the mean time I’ll be punishing you with a smile on my face 😈
Whipped_Scene
After puas leveling electro,tiba saatnya cambuk semua badan slave.
Jadi kenapa setiap scene ak tutup mata slavenya, biar dia tidak tau scene apa yang akan terjadi dimenit² selanjutnya.
Kenapa ak cambuk batangnya,karena waktu electro di level tertinggi dia mau cum.
🔥 KICKS N KINKS DAILY DESTRUCTION #142 (I Own His Fear)📷💥
When his legs start shaking, something deep inside of me locks in, and goes almost quiet and vicious at the same time.
It is not simply that I am enjoying the view. It is that his suffering hits me in the chest like a live electrical current. I hear the cries and I feel myself get sharper, hungrier, more certain of who I am.
The pain is coming out of his testicles in throbs and pulses, traveling down his thighs and up through his stomach, and I can read every wave of it throughout his body. That is the part that owns me. His eyes stop performing and go completely raw with real terror, as I control him.
I feel tall. I feel cruel. I feel chosen. His hands jerk toward his balls like they still think they have a right to save him, but they are locked away, and so, they just flail and fail in the air. Watching that failed instinct makes my cock throb and my head go hot. In that moment I am not playing a role. I am his King, and his wrecked, trembling body is the throne that I stand on.
I do not care what he enjoys this, in his own way This is not about him, at all. It's about me. His enjoyment is merely a distraction. This is about the private, almost feral joy that I get from seeing him on the floor with his feet shaking and his manhood pulsing in ruin.
Emotionally it fills a place in me that nothing else reaches: the need to watch another man come apart and know I AM THE REASON.
I feel possessive, swollen with POWER, and almost dizzy from the control. Every cry feeds me. Every failed grab at his sack excites me more. Every flash of panic in his eyes tells me that this session has left game-phase, and gone somewhere REAL.
That is my high. Not the IDEA of hurting him. But, the actual living proof of it. His body telling the truth while I stand there taking it all in, unblinking, satisfied, and fully aware that this pain, this fear, this helpless shaking exists because I WANTED IT TO exist. I am his true King.
I AM MASTER NELSON