thefilthfactory: “It’s all over,” you stroked his throat, easing the pill down, “You’ll be on your w
thefilthfactory: “It’s all over,” you stroked his throat, easing the pill down, “You’ll be on your way soon.”Once he was sedated, you could package him up for transport to the farm. There, you would have all the time you needed to break him in.“I think I’ll keep you for myself,” you whispered, slipping a gloved finger inside his already docile mouth.He’d look so beautiful with his cocklet caged and big, hooped piercings through his nipples. You’d keep him drunk on semen and pleasure until his brain was mush… Then you could give him over to one of the younger farm hands and start training another.“Just go to sleep…” his head lolled meekly in your arms, “We’ve got lots of work to do.”FOLLOW THE FILTH FACTORY - MAY THE SMUT BE WITH YOUORIGIN STORY / ABOUT ME / STORIES / TAG CLOUD -- source link