Making Loctober Worse
So... how's that broken little mess of yours been handling the cold bite of the metal so far? Still telling yourself this is the worst it can get?
I'm going to make you nostalgic for the desperation you were whining about a few days ago. Because I've got plans for that precious little symbol of your “masculinity” and none of them involve letting you cum.
I know exactly how low your standards for relief have dropped. So low that you're about to prove it in the most frustrating way possible.
Get your pillow ready for Me, My locked, leaking little pervert. I'm giving you something you can actually fuck and drip all over this month. Something soft you can grind that swollen, aching cock against while the rest of you stays caged and denied.
You're going to press into it like a desperate bitch, humping and leaking through the bars, while I make sure you feel every bit of the heaviness and pain sitting in your balls.
This Locktober just got so much fucking worse.