Christian Wilde: Daddy's Plaything

You see Christian Wilde enter the dungeon. You call him Daddy Wilde and he calls you Little Pig, because that's what puts him in a good mood. You've been locked in a small cage, unable to stand or stretch your legs, teased and taunted for months now. Perhaps today will be the day that he allows you to have some fun. Are you ready to become a stable-whore who is always at Daddy Wilde's beck and call? He's threatening to send his leather-clad, big and strong boyfriends over so they can take turns grabbing your ars. They'll dump their hot loads in your ass while Daddy Wilde watches and strokes his beautiful cock. Your little voice will moan, whimper and cry as those huge, hard cocks impale you. To Him, you are nothing more than a sex whore. If you're thirsty, Daddy Wilde will shower you in his gold urine. Drink up little slut, it's going to be a long day and it's important to stay hydrated. He is so near, but so far, that the cage door stays locked. It would be an honor to worship and clean his shoes with your tongue. Yes, you are a maggot and you beg for him not to give up on you. It would be an honor to sniff and rub those feet, or to bury your face in Christian's sweet musty ass. He spreads his cheeks for you. You would do anything to stick your tongue in that hot sweaty man hole. You are a true fucking maggot whore slut. Daddy Wilde already has all his toys, and he does not need you. He's got a machine to fuck that won't complain or moan. He should know how much you'd worship his balls and cock. Look at him stroke that thick cock, gripping it with two fists. You plead to be released from your cage. It is so tempting that you almost feel the hot load in your back. You would think that his cum was the most delicious, heavenly thing you had ever tasted.