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Quiet. Still. Slow, steady breathing emanated from the gas mask as the captor pointed his phone down at the boi, the live feed rolling.

“Can you put that hood you talked about on him now?” Said the woman’s voice.

“Sure thing.”

He made sure the milker was still churning away slowly, still yet to claim its victims seed like some hungry, kinky monster taking its time with its victim…

He took off the gas mask and peeled the tape off, then turned the camera around so the woman could see the boi and vice versa. The boi’s eyes were glazed over, and soft, low moans were almost all he uttered now at the moment.

Three hours and thirty minutes… and then to decide if he was actually gonna take him off the machine, the captor thought sadistically to himself.

He heard the woman coo and tease, and the boi moaned and panted lightly, his hips thrusting and wriggling slightly with what little energy he had left… He smiled as he ran his hands up and down the boi’s body again, evoking another shiver from him. He set the phone down and grabbed the microfoam tape, tugging the sticky material from the roll and cutting it, then plastered the big, wide strip over the boi’s mouth tightly.

He moaned, of course…

Then he grabbed the sensory deprivation hood, pulling it over the boi’s head and made sure it was snug, pulling the belts tight but not too tight, and then buckling them all up. He laid the boi’s head back down and he moaned softly…

The woman and captor fawned over him for a little longer, and then got down to business…

After a surprisingly short time negotiating, the deal was made. A few days, then the woman would send something or someone to him, and it, or rather, the boi, would be in her hands then. The man chuckled.

Even he didn’t know if the boi was better or worse off here, than in the hands of the woman with the silky smooth voice and eyes as dark as sin…

End~

Description
Quiet. Still. Slow, steady breathing emanated from the gas mask as the captor pointed his phone down at the boi, the live feed rolling.

“Can you put that hood you talked about on him now?” Said the woman’s voice.

“Sure thing.”

He made sure the milker was still churning away slowly, still yet to claim its victims seed like some hungry, kinky monster taking its time with its victim…

He took off the gas mask and peeled the tape off, then turned the camera around so the woman could see the boi and vice versa. The boi’s eyes were glazed over, and soft, low moans were almost all he uttered now at the moment.

Three hours and thirty minutes… and then to decide if he was actually gonna take him off the machine, the captor thought sadistically to himself.

He heard the woman coo and tease, and the boi moaned and panted lightly, his hips thrusting and wriggling slightly with what little energy he had left… He smiled as he ran his hands up and down the boi’s body again, evoking another shiver from him. He set the phone down and grabbed the microfoam tape, tugging the sticky material from the roll and cutting it, then plastered the big, wide strip over the boi’s mouth tightly.

He moaned, of course…

Then he grabbed the sensory deprivation hood, pulling it over the boi’s head and made sure it was snug, pulling the belts tight but not too tight, and then buckling them all up. He laid the boi’s head back down and he moaned softly…

The woman and captor fawned over him for a little longer, and then got down to business…

After a surprisingly short time negotiating, the deal was made. A few days, then the woman would send something or someone to him, and it, or rather, the boi, would be in her hands then. The man chuckled.

Even he didn’t know if the boi was better or worse off here, than in the hands of the woman with the silky smooth voice and eyes as dark as sin…

End~