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Trigger warning: non-consensual sex
Keywords: bondage, non-consensual, anal, curse, magic, 1st person, muscle theft
I had the night’s toy in my sling. I took this Irish twink home from the gym locker room after I saw him eyeing up my six-foot ripped body. He was compliant enough when I put the leather gag on him, and when I got his feet into the stirrups. He started trying to twist and buck when I used the my old iron cuffs on his wrists to keep him in place.
I lubed up my cock, seven inches and girthy, then fucked him hard and fast. He looked beaten down and was whimpering as I finished. I even gave him a double bicep flex as I unloaded into him. It was clear to me he was loving it.
I laughed at him, “You twinks are all the same. All you want is a real man with real muscle to use you. You’d never catch me with a dick up my ass.” Of course I didn’t even try to get him off. He was here for me.
My cock softening but still hard in this weak looking twink, I leaned over his now-limp body in the sling and uncuffed his hands. I noticed then that the cold iron seemed to have really irritated this waifish boy’s wrists. I genuinely didn’t care; I wanted him out of my place since I was done. I undid the gag and had just pulled it out of his mouth when he practically spasmed. His legs suddenly wrapped around my hips, pulling my cock further into him.
