
When I bought Scottie from his former owner, the star wrestler still struggled constantly against his training, requiring near constant supervision to ensure his mind remained docile. I made breaking him into my pet project, and after months of near constant hypnotic conditioning, Scottie was a much better jocktoy, his rebellious mind overwhelmed by the desires I’d planted there. Such a good boy, now he can’t imagine anything more perfect than my cock buried deep inside of him.
the harder you fight, the better it feels when you finally give in. i guarantee it, bro








