FUCKING SLAVES

After a few moments, Jake pulled out and positioned Scotty on all fours. “Now for the other part,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

Scotty spread his cheeks, presenting himself to Jake. “Please, sir,” he begged. “I need your seed inside me. Please, fill me, sir.”

Jake didn’t need further encouragement. He positioned himself and thrust into Scotty, the sensation causing Scotty to moan in a mix of pleasure and submission. His monitor buzzed again, a testament to his compliance.

On the other side, Ben was finishing with Mike’s mouth. He pulled out, leaving Mike gasping for breath. “Now, your ass,” Ben ordered.

Mike, trembling, turned around and assumed the position. He spread his cheeks, his face burning with shame. “Please, sir,” he begged, his voice barely a whisper. “I need your seed. Fill me, sir.”

Ben positioned himself and thrust into Mike, the sensation overwhelming him. Mike’s monitor buzzed, recording his obedience and submission.

As Ben and Jake filled their respective bois, the power dynamics of Chastity Boy Island became even more apparent. The bois’ monitors buzzed with each thrust, recording their compliance and submission.

Finally, when Ben and Jake finished, they pulled out, leaving Mike and Scotty panting and exhausted. “Good boys,” Ben said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now, clean us up.”

Mike and Scotty obeyed, their monitors buzzing one last time as they licked Ben and Jake clean. The humiliation was complete, but so was their compliance. They had followed the orders, begged pathetically, and received their masters' seed as demanded.

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