Fishnets stretched tight, ass oiled and ready, and his new pierced chastity glowing white under the lights—he was dressed like the filthy femboy I made him. It had been three long weeks since I let his cock spill, his balls swollen and heavy, his body twitching with need. That didn’t matter to me. I bent him over, slid my thick strap inside, and started using his tight hole like it was mine. Every thrust made his cage bounce, the glint of metal shining against his smooth skin as he moaned into the sheets. I gripped his ass, spread him wider, and pounded deeper, watching the fishnets tear as his body gave in. He was dripping, aching, and desperate, but I just smiled and kept going. This was about me taking what I wanted, not him getting anything back. He begged with his eyes, whimpered under me, and pushed back even as I told him no release was coming. His glowing chastity said it all—he’s locked, ruined, and denied for my pleasure. Do you want to see a fishnet femboy get used, denied, and left throbbing while his cock stays locked tight?