“You’re not even hesitating. Gay porn I’m making you mine.””Yes, Sir.””Say it back.””You’re conditioning me to be yours.”He nodded. Not approval. being used. “Four days in a cage and already you twitch like a trained thing every time I look at your cock.”My breath caught. Twice. “Naked. Then he came to stand just in front of me again.”You want to serve?””Yes, Sir.””You want to be trained?””Yes, Sir.””You want to earn my cock?””Yes, Sir.”Sean looked down briefly at the cage. The pressure was immediate and sharp.Sean smirked. Then let it rest on my lips.”Lick the base. On all fours. No pride. I gasped.”Say thank you.””Thank you, Sir.”He slapped the other cheek—harder this time.”Say it again.””Thank you, Sir.”Another slap.”You moaned that time.””I’m sorry, Sir—””You’re not sorry. Crawled in closer. A man people trust to hold their future in his hands.””Yes, Sir.””And yet here you are—naked, caged, and dripping. He spat again—directly into my mouth.”Swallow.”I did.”Good.”He stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed.”You’ve been working hard.
