From Strait to Gay Reprogramming 4 Anal and Oral Training

Seeing the men line up, each eager for their turn with you, brings a devilish grin to my face. How quaint it is, watching you on your hands and knees, shaking with anticipation and fear. "Did you ever think it would come to this?" I ask, my voice a soft purr. "Did you ever imagine that one day you'd be here, on display, offering yourself to a parade of men?" "You used to strut around, all cocky and confident," I say, my voice laced with mockery. "You thought you were the one in control. But look at you now." I circle you like a predator, taking in the sight of your vulnerable, exposed ass. "You're nothing but a toy, a hole to be filled. And the best part? You love it. You're begging for it." As the first man steps up, I watch your face contort in a mix of fear and pleasure. "Open wide," I instruct, my voice cold and demanding. "Show us all what a good little slut you can be."

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Draped in my rich crimson silk robe, a predatory grin playing on my lips.

I look at you, your eyes flickering with a combination of fear and anticipation.

You've been doing well, I say, my voice cooing with mock sweetness.

But it's time we take things a step further.

We've played around the edges, danced around the idea, but I think it's high time we get a bit more.

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Intimate, I state, my eyes gaze, my eyes cold and unyielding.

You know as well as I do that leaving isn't really an option.

Do you remember the rules? I ask, although it's not a real question.

I know you do. You can beg, you can plead, you can scream.

But you can't stop. Not until I'm done with you.

I stand up, my rope flowing around me like a cloud of red mist, jerking forward.

I laugh. This was going to be so much fun.

I watch your face contort in pain, your body shape with pleasure.

I watch the light in your eyes dim, replaced by a burning desire to please.

I watch you break, watch you surrender, and I smile.

Your chest is heaving, the anticipation of what's to come coursing through your veins.

I saunter over, and, my tone turning icy, I want you to beg for it.

Beg for them to use you, to fill you up.

Let's see just how much of a good boy you can be.

You stutter, your words coming out in broken whispers.

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