SOMEONE LET HIS LITTLE-BRAIN MAKE ALL THE DECISIONS
Unexpected And Helpless Steampunk Encasement
His Ultimate BDSM Session Doesn’t Go The Way He Expects…
[⚠️WARNING⚠️ — THIS IS A ZATANNA “XTRA” DARK TRANSGRESSIVE NON-CON STORY! — YOU HAVE BEEN OFFICIALLY WARNED!]
I rarely if ever, get any attention at the Steampunk Conventions, because my outfits just aren’t that good. On top of that, I’m pretty plain and shorter than average. So when the two absolutely sexiest steampunkers ask me, “Are you Josh?” there was only one answer to be given.
“Yes.”
“Come with us.”
Again, I can’t say no to these two, “Okay.”
I follow their perfect asses for a very long distance, actually leaving the Convention grounds. Every warning light and buzzer in my head should be going should be going off, but my tightening leather shorts has other concerns.
Hesitatingly, I ask, “Where… are we going?”
The punker in all black replies, “To our workshop. Do you want this, or not?”
“Of course, I want this. I wouldn’t have asked for it if I didn’t want it.”
