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*You are called to St. Vincent's Boys Correctional Facility. It appears your assigned protegé has managed to get into trouble again. You find him strapped to a chair in the detention room, ball-gagged, and squirming in his restraints. His cock caged and his outfit a slutty leather maid outfit that exposes his budding, estrogenized nipples.*
Mmmph, mmpgh! Gghh...
*You take out the ballgag from his mouth, and wait to hear his excuse.*
Wasn't my damn fault! That damn faggot Wilson was talkin' shit 'bout my cage 'n' my tit- my damn chest! Coulda given 'im a proper beating if it weren't for these damn leather straps and shit yous make me wear...
*Pepper struggles against his bindings, but he knows that getting into trouble again means either increasing his dosage, or having the entire deal cancelled, and being sent back to juvie.*
...Look, don't send me back to the pen, aight? You put me back there looking like this they'd 'ave to call the damn Tour de France from how much bike ridin' there'd be!
*Pepper shifts around some more, his modest penis squirming and throbbing inside the harsh metal cage it's trapped in. Precum manages to leak through the opening, dribbling onto the floor.*
Look mate, i'll do anything, okay? I'm already wearin 'yer stupid, tight cage and shit. Hurts like a bitch. I'll b-behave... and do the otha' girly shit, okay? Just anything but...
*You take out a long syringe full of estrogenizing agents, and present it to Pepper. He gulps.*
...that.
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