Daemon picked up a whip and ran it over his hand, loving how it felt on his hand. He wanted this. It had two tails and the handle was leather. he didn't know why, but it interested him. He looked at a few gags and could imaging himself in one. Vladimir teasing him as he could say nothing. He felt his dick twitch and he blushed. He really wanted these. "V-Vladimir?"
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"Tick Tock, Jake. Time is Dead Kids."
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