A slow, methodical rhythm.The new diaper slid beneath him with finality. Gay sex Not ever.”Parker whimpered around him, sucking harder. “Feel that? Not ever.”Parker whimpered around him, sucking harder. “Let it dry. “Feel that? But shouldn’t had never stopped him before.He kept his pace steady as he made his way down the snack aisle, pretending to study a row of kettle chips while acutely aware of the faint crinkle that echoed in his ears like a guilty whisper. No one ever looked. Damien’s fingers idly traced along its length, casual and confident.“Use your hands,” he said. Sad. He looked in control.“Don’t worry,” the man said, his tone smooth. Print. No one was looking. That’s mine now. It was the kind of cock that demanded respect—seasoned, potent, perfectly intimidating. His loose cotton shorts swayed with each step, disguising—barely—the thick swell of the diaper taped tightly beneath. An entire curated collection.“Hmm. So needy.”He rubbed in slow circles, the pressure constant but controlled, letting Parker squirm just enough without any hope of release. It was the kind of cock that demanded respect—seasoned, potent, perfectly intimidating. And you haven’t earned a Princess yet.” He finally pulled a Rearz Safari: thick, loud, babyish.“Let’s remind you exactly where you belong,” he said.He laid it out with slow, reverent hands,
