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The Zero-Privacy Weekend

The heavy front door clicked shut in the Belfast terrace. I stood over Robbie, already on his knees, caged and trembling. “Ready to disappear for Daddy this weekend, boy? Zero privacy. Every camera watching. Collar ready to shock. Phone fully mirrored.”

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The Soho bar pulsed with Friday-night energy, bass-heavy music vibrating through the sticky floor. John stood shoulder-to-shoulder with his mates at a high table, nursing a pint and trying to act normal. Under his tight black jeans, the steel chastity cage kept his cock painfully trapped.