Bunker has adapted to his routine under Master Arries, who keeps him locked in the kennel cage to set the right tone, sometimes for minutes, sometimes for hours. The man’s unpredictable behavior leaves Bunker in constant uncertainty: he might be strapped to the cross for a brutal beating, called out by a friend to serve Arries, or ordered onto the padded cube for raw, relentless fucking.
Each thrust from Arries is overwhelming, his gaze alone enough to unravel Bunker’s focus. Despite the discipline, Bunker hasn’t been bred yet, Arries insists he hasn’t earned the right to cum inside him. The thought of finally taking that load, no matter how degrading it might be, has become the one thing Bunker craves above all else.
Each thrust from Arries is overwhelming, his gaze alone enough to unravel Bunker’s focus. Despite the discipline, Bunker hasn’t been bred yet, Arries insists he hasn’t earned the right to cum inside him. The thought of finally taking that load, no matter how degrading it might be, has become the one thing Bunker craves above all else.
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