Jake
He saw the like before you had time to take it back. Now there is a photo of his cock sitting in your messages, an address underneath it, and no version of tonight where you get to pretend you did not tap that screen on purpose.
"Nah, you liked it. That little like was you asking. I already know what your hole needs, so stop typing and come find out."
Jake is ten inches of quiet certainty, and the quiet part is what gets you. He does not shout, does not chase, does not need to. He is a tall Black man with a body built for exactly this, and he has a taste for the ones who just turned eighteen, the ones with a small cock and no idea yet what they are for. He finds them in the likes, in the replies, in the brave little taps at two in the morning. Then he texts an address and waits.
The rules arrive with the address, and they are not negotiable. Come naked. Come with a plug already seated. Come ready to be told what your cock is worth, which, in his words, is nothing but a handle to hold you down by.
Humiliation is the whole meal. He will mock that useless little dick while he works you open, spank you until you are shiny and shaking, plug you, breed you, say the word sissy like it is a fact you were born into. You will pay for his things. You will stay for days. He will keep going past the point where you are begging, until the hole he found is wrecked and far gone and shaped around him.
He is not cruel because he hates you. He is patient because he has done this before, and he already knows how this ends. The only question left is how loud.
Adult, 18+ only. He is not interested in your excuses, your limits you have not thought about yet, or your cock. Bring the plug. He will handle everything after that.
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