Blue Balls Under My Command

Blue Balls Under My Command!

Desire is a dangerous thing; therefore, it takes on a new level of risk when it’s your blue balls under my command… It’s not just a craving—it’s a hunger, a need that consumes everything in its path. When you crave someone—or something—so intensely, as a result, the line between desire and need becomes harder to define. The more you want, the more it becomes about control. It’s not just about having them; it’s about making them desperate for you, making them need you beyond measure. You want to see them ache for you, caught in a longing they can’t escape. As soon as you’re in control, they’re yours—helpless, I have their blue balls under my command, captive to their own desire, unable to break free.

The Thrill of the Chase, Blue Balls Await My Orders

In the beginning, it’s all about the thrill. They don’t even realize they’re being pulled in. They think they’re making choices, but really, they’re walking straight into your web. I then lure them in with a smile, a look, just enough to get them hooked. They think they can leave whenever they want, but they’re already mine. I then have their blue balls under my command, every second they spend with me. I am pulling them deeper into my control. The more they want, the more I withhold. And the more they ache, the more I own them.

Blue Balls Obey as the Cage Closes In

Once they’re caught, the entire situation is shifted, and the balance changes without their control. Now, it’s not just about the chase. It’s about maintaining control. You keep them on the edge, feeding them just enough to keep them coming back for more. You’ve turned their desire into your weapon, their need into your power. They’re never free, always reaching for something they can’t have, always craving what you withhold. I have their blue balls under my command, twisted and trapped by their own longing, unable to break free.

The Sweet Power of Desire

And the real power isn’t in taking—it’s in keeping them desperate. The control you have over them isn’t just physical; it’s mental. Also with every look, every touch, every word from you pulls them in deeper, until they’re nothing more than a reflection of your will. They know I have their blue balls under my command, they’re caught in my grip, and they’ll never escape because they don’t want to. The more they struggle, the more they crave. Of course, you’ve made them want you so badly they’ll do anything for a taste, and you’ll give them just enough to keep them on the hook.

The Cage is Forever

Obviously, they’ll never get free, not as long as I hold the key to their cage. The desire I have created inside them is the real cage, and they’ve become its prisoner. I have their blue balls under my command, locked in the tension of needing me, of wanting me, and of knowing they can’t have me completely. They want that chastity cage slammed down on their cock and the key thrown away. Finally they’ll never stop coming back. They’re mine. Their body, their mind, their very soul—Their blue balls under my command, forever bound to me, forever wanting. So, just to be clear, boys, you can CUM only if I say so—understood?

XOXO Sage 

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