Jake stood in the corner, phone out, filming for me. His eyes on your naked body, that bulge in his jeans growing as he watched them prep you.The scalpel glided so smoothly. They clamped the base, stretched that skin tight, and snip—gone. Your foreskin peeled away like wrapping paper on a gift I ordered just for myself. Juice trickling warm at first, then the sting as they cauterized it. You whimpered in your haze, hips bucking uselessly against the restraints. Jake leaned in closer, whispering, "Fuck, man, you're gonna look so good now. Faith's gonna own this dick." And he was right. By the time they stitched you up—neat little rings around your exposed head, raw and sensitive—you were mine. Branded. No going back. ** To SUPPORT my VIDEO PRODUCTION ... if you want to see NEW VIDEOS of me - TIP me 5000$. * If you would like to get a CUSTOM VIDEO which will CATER to your FETISH - EMAIL me!
