axel@bertech🦋

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Kneels, touches itself; what else, sir?

Jack forgot he doesn’t have legs. He never remembered because he doesn’t have a head.

@Manadict1 That can be done 😋

@axelbertech Wow, I wanna be just a head too. You can use me as you like.

Ted, what… what did you just say? If you want to be more discreet, the toilet stall is that way and I can get it done quick — Ted!

Pretty sure they were not picturing this when hospital drones were mentioned in the annual plan.

Showcasing the specific body parts of powerlifting champions' for public admiration certainly is a choice.

@li123123123ok 你想跟他怎麼玩？😋

@axelbertech 😍😍😍😍

You know his synthetic core is in overdrive when the light is blinking, and his body of flesh and testosterone is leaking.

70% through and this cyborg prototype is being tested, his thick mechanical cock hanging impressive while scientists meticulously test connections in his circuit-embedded muscular torso. Fingers deep in wires across his body to periodically confirm everything works so he remains the ultimate usable sex unit.

He thrusts his fleshy stumps skidding, insistent in driving himself forward. He shudders, the heavy bulge drooling as it drags between the thigh and the cloth. He looks so fucking stupid, so fucking perfect. Grotesquely, unbearably hot, and completely, enthusiastically, yours.

Headless boy toy being jerked but still not cumming. Only Moaning. #malenbm #headlessguy #headlessnbm

Tell me in the replies how you want to play with him 😋

"Master, I have no head, just a headless strongman toy made for you. Please come and touch and use me. My hole without excretory function is already wet for you."

@minchenan0 @clod_2F5L @CHRIS449838 求原圖🥹

If線 瘋狂的小貓 會做什麼事呢？ 委託畫師 @CHRIS449838

Nothing is set in stone. Everything feels, and everything wants.

When the venom-spitting head expires, one can always resurrect the body. It is the important part, after all.

He wakes up with what equals blinding clarity on his skin; he feels your feet tapping the floor, your scent. All that forms in the vague space inside him is you. He gets on the ground, his armless torso wobbling, the gown peeling off his crotch. He doesn’t care. He wants you.

You found him visibly stirred, nervous, stumbling with a tinge of shame you never found before in the once confident, comely hero. You teared up, knowing he paid an unspeakable price in a deal with Death - he promised you he would return alive. In turn, you will now protect him.

He may have evolved beyond your understanding, but you have to admit that he is in a constant state of pleasure your feeble mind is incapable of imagining.

Hey, this stall is occupie—