MasterA Posted April 22 Report Posted April 22 He wasn’t always like this. When I first took him on as my sub, he was hesitant. Raised conservative. Afraid to admit what he wanted—especially from men like me. He said all the usual shit: “I’m not into BB,” “I’ve never had sex,” “I just want to take it slow.” So I trained him. Slowly. Deeply. Rewired him.I used my voice. My hands. My cock. I opened his legs and gave him rules: No condoms. No negotiation. Only obedience. Last night I reminded him just how far he’s come. I didn’t give him a heads-up. Just had him on his knees when I walked in, cock out. He didn’t ask. He didn’t hesitate. He opened his mouth and took it to the back. I used his throat until I was hard, dripping, ready to fuck. I bent him over and pushed in raw. No lube, no words. He grunted. Gripped the sheets. Took every inch. He’s learned that his job isn’t to be comfortable—it’s to be bred. And last night, I made sure he felt that lesson. Long strokes. Deep ballslap. I pulled out only after I flooded him with cum, then pushed back in, just to stir it deeper. When I finished, I didn’t clean him up. I made him keep that load in him. “Say it,” I told him. He looked up, shame melting into obedience. “This hole belongs to you and your dark cock, sir.” He’s not pretending anymore. He doesn’t top. He doesn’t pull out. He doesn’t resist. He’s a twink bred into submission. And I’ll keep pushing until there’s nothing left in him but obedience and cum. 1 2 Quote
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