Just a guy who dreams of being a slaveboy, unfortunately due to my disability that will not be a reality but I can dream and make posts. I’m just a 22 year old who makes little stories that I Dream about to escape my reality.
18+ only and all posts are stories not reality and I cannot stress enough that all “boys” are 18+. Ask me anything:) and above all else, enjoy yourself! I'm also a big fan of online/cyber role play, kinky chats and just simply talking to new people :)
After 3 weeks Of intense beatings and rapes. Rob, still doesn't get it. He doesn't get that he doesn't have a say. That all he is, is a pathetic slave slut, and no amount of shouting, screaming, or swearing, will change that.
Don't get me wrong, I love breaking in a straight, cocky, arrogant bitch as much as the next trainer. But Rob's denial was strong...
It was clear he needed something to help. Luckily, I had just the thing.
During his stay at the facility. I never really discussed Rob's brother with him. Why would I? I sold that slut months ago, as far as i knew, he was living 'happily' with his new owner, somewhere in Spain. I saw no reason to discuss past events. It's not my fault Rob got himself caught, trying to find his lost brother...
But now, it's clear to me that in order for Rob, to move on...he needs some closure on his brother's fate. Closure that only I could provide.
I ended up telling Rob, all about his brother. How he used to beg me not to fuck him. How he served as my personal urinal. How he cried as I fucked him...I could go on and on for hours. Just thinking about it made my cock twitch.
For some reason, Rob still didn't believe me (more denial), unfortunately for him, I even had proof. A video. To put to rest any doubt.
I remember the video well. I got a random text from one of our buyers. Thanking me for my services, and with the text came a video, of an ex recruit hard at work, worshiping the buyer's member. Must've watched that video at least a dozen times...
I showed the video to Rob, not out of spite, just to make him see reason...he couldn't keep his eyes of the screen. He couldn't believe what he was watching. It couldn't be his brother in that video. It just couldn't be. But of course, it was.
For the first time in 3 weeks. Rob wasn't screaming or shouting or swearing...he was crying. Crying because he now knows I'm not lying. Crying because he now knows his brother's. Crying because he knows...he's gonna share it.
I turned my phone off and went to the back of him, admiring his tight pussy, lining my rock hard cock with it. I whispered in his ear: we cant change the past, but with my help, ire make him a great slut slave. As good, if not better than his brother. Soon enough, my cock pushed it's way past his inviting hole....and the entire time, not once did he struggle. Just cried.
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After 3 weeks Of intense beatings and rapes. Rob, still doesn't get it. He doesn't get that he doesn't have a say. That all he is, is a pathetic slave slut, and no amount of shouting, screaming, or swearing, will change that.
Don't get me wrong, I love breaking in a straight, cocky, arrogant bitch as much as the next trainer. But Rob's denial was strong...
It was clear he needed something to help. Luckily, I had just the thing.
During his stay at the facility. I never really discussed Rob's brother with him. Why would I? I sold that slut months ago, as far as i knew, he was living 'happily' with his new owner, somewhere in Spain. I saw no reason to discuss past events. It's not my fault Rob got himself caught, trying to find his lost brother...
But now, it's clear to me that in order for Rob, to move on...he needs some closure on his brother's fate. Closure that only I could provide.
I ended up telling Rob, all about his brother. How he used to beg me not to fuck him. How he served as my personal urinal. How he cried as I fucked him...I could go on and on for hours. Just thinking about it made my cock twitch.
For some reason, Rob still didn't believe me (more denial), unfortunately for him, I even had proof. A video. To put to rest any doubt.
I remember the video well. I got a random text from one of our buyers. Thanking me for my services, and with the text came a video, of an ex recruit hard at work, worshiping the buyer's member. Must've watched that video at least a dozen times...
I showed the video to Rob, not out of spite, just to make him see reason...he couldn't keep his eyes of the screen. He couldn't believe what he was watching. It couldn't be his brother in that video. It just couldn't be. But of course, it was.
For the first time in 3 weeks. Rob wasn't screaming or shouting or swearing...he was crying. Crying because he now knows I'm not lying. Crying because he now knows his brother's. Crying because he knows...he's gonna share it.
I turned my phone off and went to the back of him, admiring his tight pussy, lining my rock hard cock with it. I whispered in his ear: we cant change the past, but with my help, ire make him a great slut slave. As good, if not better than his brother. Soon enough, my cock pushed it's way past his inviting hole....and the entire time, not once did he struggle. Just cried.