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Imagine Kwaziiteen having a mini meltdown and going like >No… I'm supposed to be teh top!!! I'm teh one who sticks it in not you!!! While you have him tied down on your bed, back facing the ceiling, legs spread and his entire body squirming as he tries to free himself. As he continues to squirm and whine about not wanting to submit to you, you calmly remind him that <You know that dumb little aspies like you just cannot be tops, they're meant to be dominated and humiliated by superior neurotypical chads, I mean you'll certainly post about this little experience to that bald cartoon men with glasses site and have everyone just point and laugh at you for being the sperg you are. Despite this statement, Kwaziiteen still thrashes and cries out, attempting to convince you that he's not a snarky little bottom, ready to be MINDBROKEN by your BWC. Few minutes pass, you notice that Kwaziiteen's squirming has slowed down quite a bit, he's clearly getting tired, his whines replaced with panting. You take this as an opportunity to start lubing up his brown puckered hole with your saliva, and eventually fingering it. He attempts to kick you off him as soon as your fingers enter him, the rope stops him and only makes him look stupid and you know this, letting out a little giggle after each failed kick. <Calm down Kwaziiteen, it isn't like I'm penertrating your tight little bussy… yet. Kwaziteen doesn't respond with words, he just whines and slams his head into his Octonauts-themed pillow out of anger. <Don't get angry with me now… Want me to grab you one of your Octonauts stuffies so that you've got someone to "cuddle" with while I have my fun with you? >KIWW YOUWSEWF YOU DISGUSING NIGGEW FAIWTWOWW!!!!!! Kwaziiteen screams at you before repeatedly slamming his head into his pillow as an attempt to take out his anger while his body is restricted by rope. You see tears falling down his cheeks and barely stop yourself from laughing at him. At last, after plenty of pumping your fingers in Kwaziiteen, you finally decide that it's time to penetrate him. You take off your boxers, spread his ass, and begin fucking him. As soon as your BWC penetrates Kwaziiteens pretty brown hole, he moans like a bitch, you can tell that he's given in immediately, each thrust just gets better and better for him, it's like experiencing true Aryan heaven, it's something most people could only dream of, you watch his anger-fueled tensed-up body slowly relax itself for the BWC, his toes start to curl and his hands start to flap… Almost like he's stimming. The relaxation of his body, the little movements, they all intensify as you reach down and start jerking him off, the way his brown dick throbs with excitement and his cute, squeal-like moans make you feel like you're dreaming, but you don't want to just cum inside him and just leave him there, you want to watch HIM release his baby batter all over. Before you know it, both you and Kwaziiteen cum at the same time, it's like you and him were meant to be. <See? It wasn't that bad Kwaziiteen, I'd say that it was actually a lot better than I expected. Kwaziiteen can't make out a single word, he's completely accepted that he was born to be someone's aspie fleshlight, and that he'll always be a cute little sissy sperg, forever. Any grammar mistakes are because I only proofread a quarter of this post o algo
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