Connor D. Wyclif (Level 12) mail warning

About Me

Fullname: Connor D. Wyclif
Height/ Weight/ Age/ Size: 5’9 (175 cm)/ 82 kg (180lbs)/ 22 yo/ 6,3 inch (16 cm)
Hair/ Eyes/ Skin: short Dark Brown hair/ Light Brown/ White (Caucasian)
Town/ Country: Bellinzona, Switzerland

Connor D. Wyclif had always been strong enough to make people notice...At twenty-two, with a solid build, short dark-brown hair, and light-brown eyes, he carried himself with the stubborn confidence of someone accustomed to winning. In Bellinzona, Switzerland, everyone knew Connor as the brat who never backed down—especially when Daniel, his boyfriend, tried to teach him something.

Their playful rivalry began with a simple challenge: five rounds of classic competition. Connor accepted immediately, certain that his strength and sharp instincts would carry him through. He teased Daniel before every round, boasting loudly and refusing even the smallest suggestion. Yet Daniel remained calm, observing Connor’s habits and waiting patiently for the right moment to respond.

By the end of the fifth round, Connor had lost every time.

He blamed the floor, the lighting, and even Daniel’s supposedly unfair smile. Daniel only laughed and explained what Connor had done wrong. Connor pretended not to listen, but Daniel’s teaching was precise. He showed him how to control his balance, when to conserve energy, and why determination without discipline could become a weakness.

Still unwilling to surrender completely, Connor demanded one final wrestling match. He entered it with renewed confidence, convinced that raw strength would finally make the difference. Instead, Daniel used Connor’s impatience against him. The match ended quickly, and Connor found himself defeated again.

For once, however, frustration did not dominate his expression. As Daniel helped him up, Connor realized that losing was no longer humiliating. Each defeat revealed something he had refused to see about himself. Daniel was not trying to diminish him; he was helping him grow.

Connor still complained, of course... He remained bratty, competitive, and determined to win the next time. But beneath the protests was a new appreciation. He had begun to love Daniel’s teaching sessions—not because he enjoyed losing, but because every loss brought him closer to becoming stronger, wiser, and more honest with himself.

Happily defeated, humiliated, tamed and enslaved by Daniel, his majestic cock is the only thing that can make my perfect fuckable ass better.

I returned to this community after years, I must admit that I missed it. I'm looking for fun and good teasing, so if you're rubbish at chat, don't write to me. I like to be frank and sincere, so if I don't like you I'll tell you straight away, I warned you.
I'm mostly versatile, I love the power play passing from one man to another and, as previously mentioned, I love teasing in chat, that gets me hard. I have no problem trying new things, so suggest whatever you want.
I hope to find new people who can stand up to a veteran, but I doubt it.

Daniel fucked me sensless, I came so hard on his cock so he decided to take my ability to use it. He locked me in micro chastity cage that shrinks my cock each day.
Cock Size: 16 cm -7 = 9 cm (-1 each day for my micro chastity cage that shrinks my cock)

Rules
From Daniel
whenever I get analed, I roll 1d6 and skip that many turns
on a hypno or bondage I escape only with 6
every 3 turns, I need to do a blowjob action - 2 redraws allowed (if not I roll a 1d6 and skip that many turns)

(rule for the loser until loser gets ahead of the score)
Score: 0-5