What if this was my life? Kept, confined, restrained. Punished, defiled, degraded. All day, all night. What if his brutal slaps were our only point of contact? What if his piss was my only source of sustenance…and intimacy.
I can endure almost anything, so long as I know I have a cock to suck on. In fact, want me to do something depraved and twisted? just lure me there with a cock buried in the back of my throat.
