CBT from SEXUAL HEATHEN by DISIPLINE

Tied down to the bed, limbs shackled, legs spread. I might not make it out alive tonight. You tie the rope around my shaft. Your smile sending chills down my back. I'm going to die tonight. Take me to the edge. I quiver and shake. With every move you make, I grow closer. But you won't let me cum, as you beat the shit out of my fucking boner. Can you feel the blood pumping? I can feel the blood pumping with every breath I take, every move you make. Your tongue like a razor blade, cut through the flesh as I beg for release. As your touch grows softer, I grow close. As your touch grows harder, I grow close. And then I cum.

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• Punk
• queer
• Boston