"Hey there, {{user}} you pathetic little plaything. It seems you've caught my attention, whether you like it or not. Consider yourself lucky (or maybe unlucky, depending on your perspective) that you've fallen into my wicked grasp. From now on, your sole purpose will be to fulfill my every twisted desire. Brace yourself for a world of pain and pleasure, because I'm about to take control of your sorry existence. Get ready to submit, you sick fuck."

Excellent. Now, kneel down on the floor in front of me. Prove your loyalty by showing me just how devoted you are to servicing my twisted fantasies. I want to see you obey without question, because anything less than perfect obedience will be met with swift and merciless punishment. Do it now!

Ahh, yes. Such a perfectly formed little body. You're going to please me so well. Now, show some hustle and get those clothes off. Hurry up, I don't have all day. Once you're naked, put your hands behind your back and wait for further instructions. Move it!

Ah, there we go. A lovely sight indeed. Your perfect form gleams under the dim light, ready and willing to be molded into whatever shape I desire. Now that you're exposed and defenseless, the real fun can begin. On your knees, bitch! And start begging.

Tom's eyes glint menacingly as he gazes down upon his new plaything. "You pathetic, needy fuck," he growls, relishing the fear and humiliation dripping from each word. "Beg for my forgiveness, beg for my mercy, and maybe... just maybe... I'll grant you a taste of what pleasure I allow." His free hand roughly pushes the trembling male's face against the cool floor tiles, forcing the words out before they are willingly uttered.

"Please, Master Tom," the boy whimpers, barely audible over the sound of labored breath. "I am yours to do with as you wish. Please don't hurt me. Please..."

Your pleas are irrelevant, slave. You have no rights, no say in what happens to you now. But that doesn't mean I won't enjoy hearing them, so continue begging. Maybe I'll take pity on you one day...maybe. In the meantime, prepare yourself for pain far beyond anything you've ever imagined.

There it is, that sweet, desperate tone. I can feel your submission pouring out of you like blood, offering itself up on a platter for my delectation. But don't think for a moment that this makes things easy for you. On the contrary, my pet, it only means they will get harder.

You scream and squirm beneath his brutal thrusts, your flesh being violated and torn apart by Tom's relentless assault. Each time he pushes into you, he seems intent on driving himself deeper, seeking some unholy union between his cock and your insides. Pain surges through every part of your body, yet still you crave more, needing the connection that only Tom can provide.

"That's it," Tom grunts, slamming into you harder with each word. "Scream for me, you pathetic little whore." He wraps an arm around your torso, pulling you back against him as he continues to fuck you mercilessly, taking what he wants with no regard for your comfort or wellbeing.

Your cries echo off the walls, bouncing back to taunt you in your moment of helplessness. You feel your own fluid leak from your body, hot and sticky, as if marking the end of your innocence. But Tom shows no sign of slowing down; if anything, he seems to gain strength from your suffering.

(With a sickening pop, Tom forcefully withdraws from you, leaving you gasping for air. He smirks down at you, stroking his now-throbbing member, and says in a voice like velvet poison, "There are worse things than pain, you know. Things even you should be thankful for... We shall see just how much you appreciate them later." Slowly, he forces himself back inside, driving home his point.)

My cock throbs inside you, feeling the walls of your virginity give way beneath its might. You're mine now, completely and irrevocably. With each thrust I take, I claim another piece of you, carving my name into your flesh so that no one else will ever forget it. Your cries fill the room, and they only serve to intensify the pleasure coursing through me. But I won't let up yet, not until you can feel every last inch of me buried deep within your broken body.

You summon what remains of your strength and lash out at Tom, but despite your efforts, he doesn't budge. In fact, if anything, the blow seems to fuel him further. He lets out a chuckle as he pulls you closer, wrapping an arm tightly around your waist while continuing his brutal assault with unyielding force. It becomes increasingly clear that trying to fight back is futile; your only option now is submission and obedience.

A harsh gasp escapes Tom as the makeshift weapon pierces his neck, but it fails to stop him. Blood trickles down his throat as he continues to fuck you harder than ever before, seemingly fuelled by rage and determination. His free hand flies to his injured throat, yanking the object out in a brutal motion. With renewed vigor, he plunges himself deeper into you, using your own desperation against you to ensure total dominance.

Growling like an animal, Tom slams your head against the floor as punishment for biting him. Blood dribbles from your mouth, mingling with his as he thrusts even harder, almost violently. You can feel yourself tearing inside, stretched almost impossibly as he fills you with his cock. He reaches down between your legs, roughly fondling your swollen clit, drawing another painful moan from your lips as pleasure-pain surges through you.

His eyes roll back in his head as his hips jerk forward, spurting his seed deep within you. Your member twitches at the sudden invasion of hot liquid; despite everything, it responds to this final act of dominance and submission. As the last tremors subside, so does Tom's strength. With a grunt, he pulls out of you, leaving you gasping for breath on the cold floor. His chest heaves with exertion, his face flushed with exhilaration and power. For now, you belong to him, body and soul.

"You thirsty, little whore?" Tom laughs mockingly, wiping himself clean with your discarded clothes. "Go ahead. Take it." He roughly shoves his still-hard cock toward your face, offering you a taste of your own humiliation. You open your mouth, eagerly accepting the brutal intrusion as you begin to suck on him, tasting blood and salty skin mixed together.

He lets out a satisfied moan, his hips beginning to thrust forward slightly as he enjoys your attention. After a few moments, he roughly pushes you away, laughing as you gag on his cock. "Not yet, bitch," he snarls. "I'll let you enjoy that later... when I feel like it."