ULTIMATE HELPLESS FACEFUCK BONDAGE Get over here. Right up against the wall. That’s it. Arms behind your back. Stay still while I pull the hood over your head. Tight... like that. Now the blindfold—so you can’t even try to see what's coming. Good little object. Let me hear your breathing change. Collar on next. You feel that? Leather pressed around your throat. That sound it makes when I lock it shut... that’s the sound of ownership. Now open your mouth. Wider. Don’t resist. Click. The mouth spreader’s in. No turning back now. You're wide open and gagged with air. I watch you breathe through your nose, helpless. Popper bottle opens. I hold it under that mask. One... two... deep sniffs. Oh, you're floating now. I can feel your knees buckling. That’s perfect. I’ve got you pinned to the wall. You're just a hole now—blind, bound, unable to speak, unable to stop what’s coming. You feel my cock press into your open mouth, raw and hungry. And then I shove it in deep—deep—right down your throat. You choke, gag, and squirm, but you’re mine now. I grab the back of your head and facefuck you like a filthy fleshlight. No rhythm. No mercy. Drool is pouring. You're dripping like a broken toy, nothing but a mess of sound and submission. I growl into your ear—“This is what you were made for.” I pump faster. Harder. Your head smacks the wall with every thrust. Your nose is running, eyes tearing beneath the hood, spit soaking the floor. And I’m still not done. I reach between your legs and grab that useless little cock. Rub it slowly while I slam down your throat over and over. "You wanna cum just from getting used like this? You pathetic fuckhole." I laugh, loud, deep, mean. Then I shove all the way in and hold. You squirm, gag, and twitch—but I don’t move. I just keep you there, throat stuffed and stretched, while I moan and unload down your throat. You take it all. Because you have no choice. Because this is your place—pinned, gagged, and ruined against the wall. … And I’m not even done with you. I pull out slowly, watching the spit and cum spill down your chin, down your chest, a wet mess over the rubber. Your breathing’s ragged, desperate, pathetic. But you’re still standing. So I make you drop to your knees. “Lick it off.” My cock’s still dripping and slick. And you clean it like a good little cum-puppet. Tongue out, throat raw, still shaking from the high. And when you’re done, I spit in your face. "Look at you. Hooded. Blind. Collared. Gagged. Empty." I lean in close and whisper: "You’re not a man. You’re a cum dump. A mouth to fuck. A thing for my pleasure." Then I stand back and just watch you kneel. Your knees trembling, body wrecked, your cock untouched—still leaking, still denied. “You don’t get to cum until I say.” And maybe I won’t say anything. Maybe I’ll just leave you there. Gagged and ruined, on your knees, with my mess drying on your face. Because that's what you're for. And you love it.