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6/22/2025, 2:09:02 AM
>>149101102
Yep many haven't heard of him or his "brother". But it's sad how little notice he gets at times
Yep many haven't heard of him or his "brother". But it's sad how little notice he gets at times
6/21/2025, 10:55:34 AM
>>149093052
>He didn't even realize he had flipped the game, turning boyd's cockiness against him until it was a twisted heat.
>He didn't know what type of pic to take he already knew the result.
>Maybe he should put something in his undies to make it seem......bigger.
>But he knew he'd be called out instantly, maybe if he flexed and blustered he'd look better
>Boyd's timidness and thoughts betrayed him, subconsciously taking Bailey's advice.
>He took a pic lying on his back covering his face with foot, though his timid expression showed through even obscured. He was hyper-focused on his lower half, even with this angling, the sizes were night and day.
>Snap.
>Boyd: [1 image attached]
>Boyd:W...what..d...o y..ou th.ink?
>Boyd didn't want to admit how intensely he was staring at his phone. His heart was almost frozen. A beat. Then two.
>Bailey expected this and left his loathsome copy, anticipating a few minutes. First typing stopping just to mess with him.
>Boyd fidgeting waiting for his reply, hating how much he secretly wanted validation for a contest he started with his brattiness
>Bailey:Wow.
>Boyd's confidence rose, he was puffing out his chest a bit of course he wasn't smal-
>but this only lasted for half a second.
>Bailey: You really tried lol
>Bailey: What a precious little guy
>Bailey:Might need to zoom in, guess you really are the "Baby" brother
>Boyd flushed, half with indignation, half with something else far less noble.
>Boyd: Sh..ut..up, assh..ole
>Bailey: Maybe mom named you boyd so she wouldn't forget kek.
>Bailey's degradation kept going
>Boyd stared at the screen, jaw tight, blood warm.
>His eyes were welling up as he kept looking at the difference in size. But he also had a massive blush on his cheeks as well.
>He hated how much each new message made him jolt, with both anticipation and shame.
>The worst part was—he didn’t want it to end.
>Not yet. he thought as a "small" tent formed in his briefs.
>https://files.catbox.moe/y2yvrf.png
>He didn't even realize he had flipped the game, turning boyd's cockiness against him until it was a twisted heat.
>He didn't know what type of pic to take he already knew the result.
>Maybe he should put something in his undies to make it seem......bigger.
>But he knew he'd be called out instantly, maybe if he flexed and blustered he'd look better
>Boyd's timidness and thoughts betrayed him, subconsciously taking Bailey's advice.
>He took a pic lying on his back covering his face with foot, though his timid expression showed through even obscured. He was hyper-focused on his lower half, even with this angling, the sizes were night and day.
>Snap.
>Boyd: [1 image attached]
>Boyd:W...what..d...o y..ou th.ink?
>Boyd didn't want to admit how intensely he was staring at his phone. His heart was almost frozen. A beat. Then two.
>Bailey expected this and left his loathsome copy, anticipating a few minutes. First typing stopping just to mess with him.
>Boyd fidgeting waiting for his reply, hating how much he secretly wanted validation for a contest he started with his brattiness
>Bailey:Wow.
>Boyd's confidence rose, he was puffing out his chest a bit of course he wasn't smal-
>but this only lasted for half a second.
>Bailey: You really tried lol
>Bailey: What a precious little guy
>Bailey:Might need to zoom in, guess you really are the "Baby" brother
>Boyd flushed, half with indignation, half with something else far less noble.
>Boyd: Sh..ut..up, assh..ole
>Bailey: Maybe mom named you boyd so she wouldn't forget kek.
>Bailey's degradation kept going
>Boyd stared at the screen, jaw tight, blood warm.
>His eyes were welling up as he kept looking at the difference in size. But he also had a massive blush on his cheeks as well.
>He hated how much each new message made him jolt, with both anticipation and shame.
>The worst part was—he didn’t want it to end.
>Not yet. he thought as a "small" tent formed in his briefs.
>https://files.catbox.moe/y2yvrf.png
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