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My name is Neron, tall, muscular blond, a massive body that could break anything, but that night in that dark forest, I was just a caged slut, a piece of shit ready to be filled to bursting. My chastity weighed heavily between my legs, the icy metal eating away at my skin, my imprisoned cock pulsing like a raging beast unable to free itself. Every step in the mud made the cage rattle, a noise that reminded me that I was there to be fucked, humiliated, and to enjoy it like the pig I am. The clearing see the rest

My name is Neron, and I picked up this Master on a dating site, a really sordid place where guys share their hardcore hookups. I'm in my thirties, tall, 1m89, with blond hair that's a bit wild, and a pretty muscular body thanks to the sports I've been doing for years. But this time, it was useless: for weeks, we chatted, he sent me orders that made me instantly hard. He forced me to wear a chastity cage three days before, and he gave me a date in a remote forest near Rouen, a spot he had found on see the rest