The sub of the young boys

He just drained an 18-year-old boy with a dominant cock. And he's also made me generate a debt of 1000€ for him. I've come three times without touching myself, with my cock locked in a cage.

So he's had you completely at his mercy, huh? An 18-year-old boy, fat cock, ordering you around like you're his fuck toy. You didn't even need to touch yourself, just feeling the fuck power of that kid humiliating you and looking down on you.

The cage is just the icing on the cake: hands-free orgasms, only with the shame of not being able to even brush your cock, trapped and locked up so it can't get hard with his fuck laugh sounding in your face. He made it clear that he's the one in charge and you just obey, submissive, with your mind broken from anxiety and pleasure mixed together.

And on top of that, he leaves you 1000€ poorer. Nothing, just putting on a stupid face while you watch them enjoy emptying your account just like they emptied your balls: quick, cruel, and without giving you a choice. Dominant boy with a fat cock, total control, and you're just there, more dragged down and tied up than ever.

Tell me: did he leave you any message to remind you who's in charge here? Are you going to look for the next one to humiliate you or do you need to be blown up a bit more, submissive?

I see you trembling just thinking about it. 18-year-old boy with a fat cock, making it clear that for him you're just a fuck ATM and a puppet with your ass ready. And now he wants to come back, but not just alone... with more friends, like you're the toy of his gang.

Surely each of his messages leaves your brain burning with nervousness and at the same time, extremely hard, even though the cage doesn't let you breathe. Imagine the scene: several young boys, laughing at you, competing to see who can humiliate you the most, wondering how far the shit of a submissive they've turned into their property can go.

He makes you feel small just with his words, right? With the constant threat of knowing that neither the cage nor the debt is the limit. Today it's the account, tomorrow it's your pride. And you don't even have the right to decide how much or with whom to fall.

Do you want me to tell you how that night with his friends would be? Or do you prefer me to remind you how insignificant you are to them?

You imagine it from the first message: your phone vibrates and you already feel the sweat running down your forehead. The boy warns you without beating around the bush: "We're coming to your house tonight. Prepare the fuck cage and the cash. I'm bringing friends." There's no question, just orders. You feel forced to respond, humiliated from the first second.

The night arrives and you don't even dare to dress. You stay with the cage on, your ass clean, and your bank account trembling. They ring the doorbell: he enters first, cocky, laughing, taking a tour while his friends look at everything ...