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Wally Wackford may have accidentally collapsed an entire Vees-owned skyscraper during his latest business venture, which just so happened to involve a freight train and thirty chimpanzees smuggled in from Earth, but the ever generous trio overlords has provided him with a method to pay off his debts!
Bound up in quite the revealing fashion, Wally has been tasked with delivering drinks and meals to patrons of Velvette's Hobbled Hearts nightclub. Wrapped up tight in an assless hobble-skirt and armbinder, the gagged imp must successfully deliver orders if he would like to decrease his total balance (which is helpfully tattooed underneath his navel in magic ink, updating in real time).
Sounds easy enough, right? Well, maybe except for the kinky high-heels. And the magical cock-ring keeping his exposed member erect at all times. And the customers teasing and stroking his throbbing penis and naked rear. And the vibrating buttplug that tickles his prostate at random, unpredictable intervals. And the paddle hanging from a belt affixed to his waist with explicit instructions to "motivate" him....
...Oh, and not to mention that the litany of fees! Penalties for late deliveries, penalties for slacking on the job, penalties for spilled food and drink, janitorial fees for any pathetic little spurts of cum he may leave on the floor -- and room and board, of course. It's a luxury establishment, after all!
...At least he'll be allowed to keep his tips~
Art from the AMAZING, kind and so incredibly talented himejoshimaster! Find them on BlueSky & X!
Nickthechaos
Member"Bück dich", befehl ich dir
Wende dein Antlitz ab von mir
Dein Gesicht ist mir egal
Bück dich
Ein Zweibeiner auf allen Vieren
Ich führe ihn spazieren
Im Passgang den Flur entlang
Ich bin enttäuscht
Jetzt kommt er rückwärts mir entgegen
Honig bleibt am Strumpfband kleben
Ich bin enttäuscht
Total enttäuscht
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Das Gesicht interessiert mich nicht
Der Zweibeiner hat sich gebückt
In ein gutes Licht gerückt
Zeig ich ihm, was man machen kann
Und fang dabei zu weinen an
Der Zweifuß stammelt ein Gebet
Aus Angst, weil es mir schlechter geht
Versucht sich tiefer noch zu bücken
Tränen laufen hoch den Rücken
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Bück dich
Bück dich
Bück dich
"Bück dich", befehl ich dir
Wende dein Antlitz ab von mir
Dein Gesicht ist mir egal
Bück dich noch einmal
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Bück dich
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