FUCK BOIS

Blake looked up, realizing too late that his words had been heard. "I... I said I wanted to fuck the boys," he admitted, his voice trembling slightly.

The true man laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "You? A locked boi? You think you have the right to fuck anyone?" He looked Blake up and down, his eyes lingering on the cage that confined Blake’s cock. "You used to be a true man, didn’t you? But now, you’re just another locked boi."

Blake’s face flushed with a mix of shame and anger. "I was a true male," he replied, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. "And Seb and I... we were boyfriends."

The true man’s eyes sparkled with malicious glee. "Were boyfriends, huh? Looks like you’re both just bois now." He called over another true man named Sam, who had been enjoying the sights and sounds of the Servitude Center. Sam approached with a curious expression, eager to see what was going on.

"Look at this," the first true man said, gesturing to Blake. "This used to be a true man. Now he’s locked up like the rest of the bois. Pathetic, isn’t it?"

Sam chuckled, his eyes roving over Blake’s body. "Absolutely pathetic."

The true man then turned his attention to Seb. "Let’s put your boyfriend to good use," he said with a sneer. He grabbed Seb roughly by the arm and dragged him towards one of the empty fuck stools. Seb struggled, but the true man’s grip was too strong.