When he came back from the Crimean War, Lord Fentworthy was a changed man. By then his young ward, Hanz Utning, had come of age. The boy was seen in public less and less. Rumors circulated that he died of consumption.
It was not until a year later that the reclusive noble threw a celebration. Invitations circulated and the secret truth about Hanz was revealed. He’d not died, he’d simply been transformed. The boy was no more, he was simply decoration now.
And all the guests were invited to play with the party favor.
I finished a drawing, holy hell. And its pretty awesome too.
Probably the most intimate way to seed your boys hole and give him that ‘you’re my little pussyboy feeling’ of total ownership.
To be TRULY OWNED is a feeling that cannot be adequately described… only experienced boys, slaves, and Objects TRULY UNDERSTAND.
NO OPTIONS - NO WAY OUT - EXIST TO SERVE - SERVE TO EXIST
That “you’re my little pussyboy” sense of ownership is my happy place.
"Umm, I’m sorry my typing is so slow sir… I have er.. reasons… that pertain to my punishment you set for me during our last conversation… the ice is melting and I should be able to unlock in a little while - what would you like me to do for you in the meantime sir?"