Need a cowboy??

@bigbndgguybln.bsky.social wish you were in Ohio!!!
Need knocked out kidnapped tied raped and more

What’s next

Yes yes yes

Would you like to be that hand?

Would you like to be that hand?

He is hypnotized and begins to goon

His trigger word is said and he falls into a deep Trance…

Getting into his own ripeness

The smell….

Erik leaned back, muscles weary from training, while Marco knelt in focus, massaging away the tension. Silence bound them—trust, loyalty, and care unspoken. Strength wasn’t just domination but surrender, letting someone in. Their eyes met: a bond deeper than words, forged in endurance and connection

Pinned against the cold wall, his breath quickened as the bearded man’s grip tightened on his jaw. Fear flickered in his eyes, yet beneath it, something unspoken lingered—an edge of surrender, a clash of power and vulnerability, where silence spoke louder than words, and desire blurred with fear

The punk jock leaned against the alley wall, muscles tense, eyes vacant. Moments ago, he was fierce and defiant—now his mind was blank, every thought dissolved. He didn’t know how he’d gotten here, why his body obeyed every unspoken command, or what was about to claim him next. Helpless

The jock’s arms locked overhead, muscles taut, pits bared without thought. His eyes glazed, body obeying unseen commands. He couldn’t remember raising his arms—nor why they stayed frozen. A puppet on invisible strings, he drifted deeper into the trance, unaware of what awaited him next.

The muscled jock stood frozen, sweat glistening on his chest, eyes wide and vacant. He couldn’t recall when the haze began, only that his thoughts slipped away like sand. He obeyed without question, unaware of the commands guiding him—or the fate awaiting beyond the fog of his own mind.

I do

Check dm

“Eyes wide, cock harder with every word,” he ordered, voice thick with power. Your breath hitched, hips lifting on command. Lust wasn’t yours anymore—it was his, twisting your body into need. Every muscle obeyed. You didn’t stroke for release—you stroked because he told you to.

@dumboundjock365.bsky.social I want to be bound and used by you. Please sir.

Sweat drips. You breathe. Their scent fills you. Strong, sharp, irresistible. Obey. Inhale. Submit. Exhale. Deeper, weaker, theirs. Sweat, scent, surrender. Again. Sweat, scent, surrender. Only them. Always them

Headphones on, eyes closed, his body radiates control. His voice flows through the wires, low and unrelenting. “Breathe. Deeper. No thought, just me.” Each word sinks harder. Muscles relax, will dissolves. The sound owns you now. Resistance gone. You’re his to command.