That’s it, boy. So many lines, so much to follow. You’re doing so well. Just keep staring. Keep tracing the lines with your eyes. Up, around, down, down, down. The lines are a maze; they trap you. My body is a maze; it owns you.
Look at my eyes. Good boy. So deep. They capture you. You are free of worries here. Free of stress. All you need to do is follow the lines. Yes, just around my ears, down to my shoulders. So dark, so deep, so easy. Across my shoulders, across my chest, around my nipples. Around and around, and around, and around.
Move down, now. Down, down, down my stomach. Down down down my abs. Down down down to my cock. Swinging. Swinging. Follow it with your eyes; good boy. Side to side. Side to side. Swing with it if you like. You would like that so much.
The tattoos lead you right to the head of my cock. Look at it. Focus on it. Side to side. Side to side. Swing with it. Good boy.
It gets closer to you. You get closer to it. Side to side. Side to side. Swing with it; good boy.
It wants you, boy. It wants to be in you. Good boy, just like that. Stare at my tattoos. Stroke. Suck. And sink. Down, down, down.