>>542317006
6/6 [for now]
>[OFFER ENDING SOON, SO ACT NOW!]
he chides.
>Not having to be told twice, you clamber
and fiddle with the clasp of his belt
buckle with a growl, your overambitious
hands tear at his pants, whipping the belt
right off his little body with a loud thwip.
>You're so focused on deflowering him
you barely hear his shout as you shove
his little white pants and boxers in one
rough push down to his ankles, eager to [CLICK HERE TO CLAIM YOUR PRIZE].
>well.
>there is nothing there.
>well.
>not nothing.
>There is a thick black line of silky embroidery string sewn there, zizaggedly holding the plush seam between his legs together.
>The white fabric there looks like its about to burst, fabric and cotton pushing and...pulsing at the seams.
>He breathes out as cold air touches his overheated. nothing.
>You turn your head in confusion to meet his gaze but his head has swiveled completely around like an owl to avoid eye contact. Well. Alright. You wont play twenty questions right now but squirrel it way in your mind for later. Another deal not in his favor? Did he pawn something he couldn't get back? Just another side effect from being turned into a harmless toy?
>Your heart winces in sympathy, he's obviously humiliated. It's emotionally painful if not physically.
>His legs are trembling in hot embarrassment.
>The hand supporting him rubs up and down his thighs to soothe him and your fingers inch downward to hold the knot at the end of the thread keeping him together there.
>Can I-
>Can I just-
>I want to-
>Do you want me to help?
[to be continued]