The darkness of the garage is broken as the light comes on and the door moves upward. Lance's 4x4 pickup enters, parking as the garage door closes, and water from the drizzle that has started drips on the garage's cement floor. Inside, Sean looks at Lance, waiting to follow his lead to get out of the truck. Leaning against his door, Lance looks at Sean as his gloved hand slides over the steering wheel.

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"I think you are a really special boy. That being said, I would like to start training you to be my slave. Are you comfortable enough to start that?"

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While Sean has longed for this experience, he is surprised it is happening a week after meeting Lance. Looking back at Lance, he sees a cowboy who wears his clothing well, a man who has been loving, gentle, and allowed himself new experiences. He decides it is worth taking the leap of faith and seeing where the night will go and his future.

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"Yes, Sir."

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"I like the simple answer, boy."

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Lance reaches into the center console, pulling out a two-inch black leather collar that he reaches over and buckles on Sean. As he sits back Lance instructs his collared boy how things will be. "When you are in my house, you will always wear this. Only I will decide when it is not to be worn. Do you understand?"   

     

The boy reaches up, feeling the snugness of the heavy leather, "Yes, sir!"

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Lance takes the lead, stepping out of the truck as the boy does. As he comes around the truck to his boy, Lance takes a chain leash hanging on the wall. He attaches it to the collar, looking his boy directly in the eyes. The boy looks back, understanding his submission to Lance. Lance turns, taking the leash and leading the boy into the house.

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In the dungeon where they first bonded, Lance leads his boy into the center, dropping the leash. The boy looks into the mirror before him, taking in the Western clothing and the black leather collar around his neck. Lance reaches up, removing the leash, "Remove your clothes; I want you nude, boy!"

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Lance steps back. Without hesitation, his boy removes his clothing, neatly folding them and placing them in a spot that Lance had pointed to. Lance enjoys watching his boy work so quickly as he works his way down to his jock and then nothing but the collar on his neck. The boy stands tall, looking forward, his hands behind his back and his cock growing before him. Lance approaches him, only the sound of his boots on the concrete floor is heard as he grabs his boy by the neck, lowering him to the floor.

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Lance forces his boy to the floor and on his stomach. Lance goes to the wall, grabbing some white cotton rope as his boy feels his cock laying on the cool concrete floor pressed by his torso. Grabbing his boy's hands, he begins wrapping the rope around each wrist, then snuggly pulls them together, looping the rope to securely bind his wrists behind his back. There was silence between them, though the boy's breaths were deep as his chest was compressed on the hard floor. Sometimes, the boy lifts his head to watch what Lance is doing. After the wrists, Lance takes another piece of rope and works his same bondage magic on the boy's ankles. He checks his work as he makes it snug but not too tight to cause circulation problems for the long-term bondage that the boy is about to experience.

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Getting up, Lance goes to where his headgear is stored on the wall, deciding what to put his boy in next. The boy takes this moment to feel the security of the rope bonds, struggling a little as it makes his cock harder and slipping in the developing pre-cum. Deciding on the black leather head harness, Lance returns to his boy, strapping the leather contraption on the boy's head, then installing the 7 locks to keep it in place. There is a little muffled noise from the boy as he gets to feel the snugness of the leather straps and them pushing on his mouth and chin to keep him quiet. Lance gets up, returning to the rope wall as the boy lifts his head to see himself in the mirror secured in bondage on the floor, now locked in a leather head harness. As Lance returns, he enjoys hearing the locks jingle as the boy moves his head around. Kneeling at the boy's feet, Lance wraps the rope around his ankles. He then pulls the ankles up, bending at the knees. Lance takes the other end of the rope, threading it through a metal ring at the head harness's top. Lance pulls on the rope, so it raises the boy's head off the ground, increasing the tension on his legs and chest. Lance keeps tightening until the boy looks straight forward at the mirror, unable to lower his head. He is choking slightly with the leather collar causing tightness in this position. Once he has reached a very strenuous position, Lance ties off the rope that won't allow the boy to lower his feet without pulling his head further back.

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Lance stands, looking at his new captive boy, "Lesson one, boy. I enjoy your suffering and your being helpless to do anything about it." Lance gently kicks the boy with his boot in the side several times to show he is in charge.

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"I’ll be back later.” Lance leaves the dungeon, closing the door behind him. Helpless to do anything, the boy looks at his helpless self in the mirror. For a while, he struggles in the bondage, knowing he can’t escape, but he has to try. It also turns him on to feel the tightness of it all, the strain on his body, the tightness of the leather over his mouth keeping him from asking for release.

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Behind the door, Lance watches the boy struggle, enjoying the view and his power of freely putting a man in a difficult position to suffer. Reaching down, he squeezes his dick through the denim with his gloved hand. Enjoying the prepping of his dick to the ultimate use later on in the night. The boy might be thinking that this is the extent of his training for the night, but there is much more in Lance’s twisted mind that he wants to explore. Lance enjoys playing with his dick, and the boy is so willing to go where he leads. Perhaps this is the boy that will allow Lance to get into the severe and long-term experiences that he has dreamed of doing for years.

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As time passes, the boy struggles with his bounds. But it is not a struggle to get free, he is enjoying the feeling of the rope and leather against his skin. Here he is, naked on a cold floor, with no control over what will happen next. His dick grows, sliding across the floor in the pre-cum that he is producing like crazy; moans come from the patch of leather on the muzzle that keeps his mouth tightly shut as the struggle continues. Soon, his struggling stops and the boy, again, looks into the mirror and admires his situation. There is a little more feeling of the bonds, and then a pair of black boots step in front of the boy’s face.

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The boy is surprised to see heavy black leather motorcycle cop boots, Dehner’s, standing before him. He didn’t even hear Lance enter the room as the boy was so into watching himself feel the struggle. Looking up, the boy sees that Lance has changed and is now wearing all leather, pants, shirt, and gloves in black. Lance looks down at his struggling boy, naked, as the boy moans into the leather muzzle. Lance grabs a chair, sitting directly in front of his bound boy. He has a large pad of drawing paper and some pens, and he starts drawing this boy in bondage before him. The boy watches as this leathered man uses him as a model, helpless and restrained for his pleasure.

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After an hour or more, Lance is happy with the results of his drawing. He stands placing the pad on the counter, not showing the boy the results of his work. Lance returns to his boy, reaching over to release the rope from the top of the head harness, allowing the boy’s feet to fall to the floor. He then unlocks the harness, freeing the boy’s head. Gently, the boy thanks Lance for removing the harness. Firmly, Lance places his boots in front of the boy’s face, “Lick my boots, boy.”

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Lance sits, his boots are shoved into the boy’s face, and the boy begins licking. It is not easy in the bondage that he is in, but the boy works hard to get his tongue on the boots and please Lance. Squirming on the floor, the boy works his way like a worm to get to the higher parts of the boots. Struggling, the boy works around the floor below this leather man to keep his tongue on the slick-shined leather of this man’s tall boots.

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Lance sits up as the boy struggles with the boots, pulling a medium-sized black butt plug out of his pocket. The boy focuses on the boots, so he doesn’t even notice. After a few moments, Lance stands, and the boy stops licking. A gentle nudge by his boot toe into the boy’s lips lets him know he must continue licking. Bending over, Lance begins to insert the plug into the boy’s ass. Feeling it enters through his tight hole, the boy stops his licking. Lance doesn’t stop as he again gently kicks his boy’s face, “Fuck, no one ordered you to stop!”

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His boy resumes the licking as Lance begins to slap the boy’s ass, thus driving the butt plug in. The boy continues to lick even though his face shows the pain that the insertion is causing. One heavier slap and the plug seat itself into the boy’s ass. Lance sits again as his boy takes in the pain of his filled ass with the taste of this Master’s leather.

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“Stop!” commands Lance in a loud, powerful voice. The boy immediately does, allowing his face to rest on his cheek on the floor.

Lance sits in the chair, allowing the boy to rest a bit. He has worked hard and pleased the Master in all that he has done. Lance thinks about how fucking hard this boy has worked for him in truly difficult positions. When he feels the boy has had enough rest, he stands, goes to the boy’s ankles and releases them from the rope bondage. Lance doesn’t remove the rope around the boy’s wrists. Going to where the boy’s head lies, he plants his boots.

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“Stand!” is all that Lance commands.

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Another challenge for the boy is that he must stand while unable to use his hands. He struggles to get on his knees as he slides his torso across the floor, lifting to his knees. His face slides through the patch of pre-cum on the concrete as he works his way to roll on his side. As he struggles, he feels the plug as it fills his ass and moves around as he moves.

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“Enjoy that feeling, my boy. As your training continues, you will have your holes filled most of the time.”

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He rolls on his side, then his knees, working one leg under himself and then others finally able to stand and looking into his Master’s eyes.

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Once standing, Lance installs a leather cock ring on his boy. It is a little difficult since the boy is hard, but he gets it on him, making it nice and tight. Lance slaps the boy’s cock a few times, enjoying the pain on his face as he steps back some, then steps forward back in place after realizing his mistake. Placing his gloved hands on the boy’s shoulder, Lance guides the boy back to his knees, pushing his head to the shaft of his boot so the boy can continue his worshipping. Kneeling a bit faster than standing, the boy goes down and starts licking the boot shafts. The boy makes quick work of the shafts with long, tall licks. When Lance is satisfied, he grabs his boy by the hair and slowly guides him, licking up his leg to his leather-clad crotch. As his boy works his leather crotch, Lance binds the boy’s hands to his ankles with rope.

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“Do what you've been wanting to do all night, boy. Open my zipper with your teeth.”

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The boy looks up at his Master, surprised at what he just heard.

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“Come on, worship it, bring it out.”

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With his teeth, the boy works hard to get a hold of the brass zipper of the Master’s leathers. It takes him a few moments to get a hold of it and get it started. He takes in the heavy leather smell that envelopes his face as he is buried deep in his Master’s crotch. He can get the zipper down, then inserting his tongue, he works his Master’s sweaty cock and balls out of the fly of the Master’s leather. It is difficult at times, but the Master’s dick being rock-hard makes it easier. Once he gets both the dick and balls out, the boy immediately takes the dick into his lips. The boy works hard to please his new Master.

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Lance is impressed with the oral skills of his boy. Truly the boy is a born cock sucker; he has all the right moves with his mouth. With the caress of his tongue on the head, toying with the piss slit, Lance feels he might have a dream boy in his service. As the boy sucks, Lance enjoys pulling his boy’s hair or holding his nose shut, causing his boy to have trouble breathing. The boy also works on the Master’s balls, sucking them in one at a time, then taking both into his warm hole, gently swirling around. Lance drops his head back at the sensations his boy is supplying him. His balls are boiling with cum, and Lance knows he won’t have long before he has to release. With that feeling, Lance gets rougher with his boy, holding the boy’s head as Lance slams his dick deep into the boy’s throat. The boy just breathes when he can between the slams, slime of phlegm pouring from his hole as the Master takes full control of the fuck face boy.

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Lance can’t hold back any longer as he pulls out, pointing his dick at the boy’s chest, shooting a large white load. It has been a long time since Lance has shot like this, very powerful; this sensation lets Lance know he has to take more power over this boy and make him his eventual slave. The boy watches his Master shoot his load with honor onto his chest. He can’t keep his eyes off the beautiful, powerful tool that his Master has. The boy burns this moment into his brain for a later dream that he will have when he is allowed to sleep.

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As he catches his breath and calms, Lance orders his boy to take his dick back into its hole. Without question, the boy takes the dick back into his mouth, enjoying the feeling as his dick has softened but still fills his mouth, plus there is the added saltiness of the cum that it is covered in. Watching his cum drip down the boy’s chest, Lance sits up, rubbing the head and shoulders of his new boy with his gloved hands. He enjoys the feeling of his leather sliding across the bound and naked boy.

“Good boy, good boy.”

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Lance gently removes himself, laying his boy on the floor, then working to remove all the rope, also the butt plug. Lance grabs a small white towel to clean the boy’s chest of his cum. The boy enjoys his freedom as he lies on the cool floor, looking up at his leather-clad Master.

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“Stand!” his boy does so quickly.

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Going to him, Lance hugs him. The boy begins to bury his face in the leather, enjoying the warmth, smell, the strong embrace of his new Master. Lance keeps his boy tight, stroking his head and body with his gloved hands.

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“How are you feeling?”

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“Wonderful, Sir.”, whispers the boy.

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Lance holds him for a few more moments, then quickly releases him. Before the boy could do much of anything, Lance grabbed a full leather hood from the wall and pulled it on the boy’s head. He laces it tightly, latching the collar around the neck. The boy instinctively puts his hands behind his back, though unsure of what is happening. He thought for sure they were done for the night. Before he knows it, Lance has grabbed a gag that he inserts into the boy’s mouth, strapping it behind his head and locking it in the front. Lance opens it to the closet, revealing many boots, leather clothing, uniforms, and other gear. The boy is handed a pair of 18” red leather logger boots with instructions to put them on. Heading to sit on the bed to put on the boots the boy is stopped by the Master.

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“No, you only sit when I command you to sit.”   

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Nodding his head, the boy stands, putting on the boots, lacing them up.

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“Make them tight, boy. You are never to do anything to lose! Tight, feel it against your skin.” The boy nods his head, understanding the wisdom he’s been given.

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Standing straight when he finishes lacing the boots, the boy looks at his Master. Lance moves the boy around the room, pushing him back to the wall where a wooden cross is leaning. The boy is shoved against the cross, and his ass is mounted on a large dildo attached to the cross. Moaning with the pain that fills his ass, this dildo is larger than the earlier butt plug. Lance smiles at his boy’s pain as he forces the boy to mount it quickly. Lance is much more in charge now; the gentleness from before is gone. Raising the boy’s arms, they are bound by rope to the cross beam, and then the remaining laces of the hood are tied to the beam. The boy’s booted feet are tied behind the cross to eye bolts in the floor. Lance then snaps the blindfold to the leather hood. Stepping back, Lance admires his works and the sightless, speechless boy secured before him. Now, Lance will take the boy deeper into his dreams than he ever thought.

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Lance goes to a medicine cabin next to the dungeon's sink and toilet corner, where he selects a can of shaving cream and a straight razor. He approaches his boy, bound on the cross, filling his gloved hand with shaving cream. Gently, sensually, Lance applies the white foam on the naked and exposed body of his boy. The boy’s cock bobs as he enjoys the touch and feel of the foam on his body, the rubbing by his Master’s hands, the coolness as his body is covered. From the boy’s neck to his toes, the foam is applied. After completing the foaming, Lance wipes down his gloves and picks up his straight razor to remove his boy’s body hair. Gently, yet firmly, he starts on the chest in precise movements, scraping off the boy's medium amount of hair. At times, the boy mumbles in the gag that fills his mouth and fidgets. This causes Lance to stop to allow the boy to settle so he is not cut by accident. Lance is patient as he enjoys this process of taking more control.

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After removing the hair from the boy’s arms and upper body, Lance starts on the boy’s crotch hair. At this point, he feels some evil growing inside him. As he shaves around the boy’s cock, he asks, “Do you like this?”

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He notices the boy’s cock grow a bit as he asks and feels the shaving cream on his cock as Lance gently strokes it.

The boy mumbles into the gag. Lance reaches up and slaps him in the face.

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“Should I cut you?”

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The boy again mumbles, trying to shake his head. “no.” The boy is slapped again.

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“Speak up, boy.”

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The boy continues mumbling, followed by a slap, then he remembers their prior encounter and begins to hum Yankee Doodle. Lance then opens the gag, “Should I cut you?”

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“No....leather, Sir.”, this causes Lance to smile as he likes the little fear he has put into this boy. He never had an intention to scar this boy, yet.

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Lance returns the gag to the boy’s mouth. He continues the shaving of the crotch and down the legs. Stepping back, Lance admires the hairless boy bound before him. Sure, he didn’t get to his backside, but that will be an experience for another time. The boy stands secured to the cross, hooded, and gagged with spots of hair and shaving cream over his body.

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Lance returns his shaving supplies to the cabinet. He then picks up the hose under the sink, turning on the facet. The nozzle sprays onto the boy’s naked, shaved body. Not prepared for the blast of cold water, the boy screams into the gag, filling his mouth. Lance sprays off all the shaving creams and continues to work his boy over with the strong water nozzle. Enjoying the torture he is causing his boy with the cold water, Lance smiles as the boy dangles in the bondage, unable to escape from the blast. Lowering the water, Lance takes aim at the boy’s shrinking cock, which causes him to scream even more into the gag. Of course, Lance misses, on a few occasions, striking the boy’s balls with the water jet, causing even more pain. The boy is evaluating the extreme limits of bondage as he struggles to get free and away from the freezing cold water that turns his body pink.

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Seeing his boy is clean, Lance turns off the water and coils the hose into place. He brings a set of sun lamps from another closet, setting them up near the boy bound on the cross. The lamps on turned on to full strength. Going to a drawer, he pulls out some leather laces that he tightly wraps around the boy’s balls. He pulls them down as far as they can go with several pieces of lacing, making them nice and tight. Then, he takes a few fishing weights and attaches them to the boy’s balls to add more weight. The boy feels the tug and moans in the gag.

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Lance removes his heavy basketweave leather cop belt as the weights sway and takes a few swings at his bound boy. He strikes mostly on his legs, thighs, and chest. The strikes caused the boy to struggle in his bondage, making the weights sway back and forth that the boy feels. He is unable to escape any pain as Lance keeps him guessing where he might hit his boy. A few last power swings cause the boy to try to get into the fetal position with his body, but he is unable to because of the bondage, and Lance puts his belt back through the loops. Going to the door, he turns and looks at the sight of his shaved and naked boy. Covered in welts now from the beating, the boy shivers a little as the cool air strikes his skin, trying to stop the swaying on his balls. He is alone in his bondage and pain, where Lance wants him. Lance turns and exits, quietly shutting the door behind him.

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After an hour, Lance returns to the dungeon after changing his leathers. He now only wears his boots, gloves and leather chaps, nothing more. His large dick dangles in front of him as he has enjoyed all the events of the evening so far. His chest gleams with sweat as the solar lamps warm the dungeon. The boy can hear the sound of his Master’s boots as he makes his way to where he is bound. Feeling Lance’s gloved hands against his naked skin, the boy is hopeful as Lance undoes the ropes around the boy’s wrists, followed by the bondage of his ankles. The hood and bound weighted balls remain. The boy reaches out, blinded, to feel where his Master is, but Lance guides him to a short, flat, hard table. As the boy walks, the weights sway causing the boy to occasionally grunt in pain. Placing the boy on his stomach, Lance adjusts him so that his

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weighted balls and hard dick hang over the edge. The boy’s hands are tied to the legs of the table with rope.

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Placing the boy’s ankles into leather cuffs, Lance grabs two chains hanging from the ceiling where they are attached to the leather cuffs. This causes the boy’s legs to be raised and spread apart. Lance walks around the boy, rubbing his smooth body. He grabs his straight razor and dry-shaves the boy’s back and ass. This is a bit more uncomfortable than the prior shaving, but it is done quickly and without the mess. Taking a towel, Lance wipes down the boy and then removes his shaving tools.

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Grabbing some lube from the cabinet, Lance returns, stroking his hard dick. He likes what he sees, a boy who can’t escape, hooded, gagged and ready to serve. Taking a liberal amount of lube, Lance works it into the boy’s ass. The boy moans a bit, realizing what is going to happen. After getting his boy’s ass well lubed, Lance grabs a condom placing it on his hard dick. He walks between his boy’s bound legs standing before this boy’s ass.

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“My boy, now is the moment you have been craving all your life. After this moment, you will want me with all your being. You will belong to me and will do whatever to please me.”

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