BACK TO SEB AND BLAKE

Seb and Blake were making their way down a winding pathway that led through the heart of the Servitude Center. This area of Chastity Boy Island was dedicated to ensuring that locked bois remained submissive and ready to serve at a moment’s notice. The air was thick with the scent of arousal and the sounds of whimpers and moans from the bois undergoing their training.

As they walked, Blake's eyes were drawn to a row of locked bois strapped to fuck stations. These stations were designed to keep the bois restrained and exposed, their nub cocks locked tightly away as they were used by true men. The sight of these bois, helpless and ready for use, stirred something primal within Blake. His own cock strained painfully against its cage, **** for release.

"I want to fuck those boys," Blake murmured to Seb, his voice filled with frustration and longing.

Seb, walking beside him, could feel his own cage tighten as he heard Blake’s desire. He nodded, understanding Blake’s need but knowing all too well the limitations imposed on them by their new reality.

Unfortunately for them, a true man nearby overheard Blake's comment. The man, a tall, muscular figure with a domineering presence, approached them with a cruel smile. "What was that you said?" he asked, his tone dripping with condescension.