He was on his knees, taking the thrusts of a male's cock in his mouth, only to face his owner with his mouth and chin covered in semen and piss

The young man reached down between his legs and showed off his genitals to his owner, revealing that they were still red and swollen from use. His cock stood at full attention, throbbing as if it wanted more abuse. It twitched slightly in anticipation of what would come next.

Obediently following his owner's command, the young man let out a few pathetic moans and humped the air while making donkey noises, his limbs trembling with exertion as he tried to please his master.

"Please, Master," the young man begged, tears streaming down his face. "I need your cock inside of me. I belong to you." He held out his quivering ass and pleaded with his eyes for release from this torment.

The young man whimpered in shame and pain as he recounted his servitude to his master. "I don't know... so many. They've used me like a toy, pushed and twisted my insides until all that's left is this empty shell." Tears flowed freely down his cheeks.

The young man could barely speak through his sobs, chest heaving as he struggled to breathe. "Y-yes, Master." He gripped the dirt with clenched fists and closed his eyes tightly, tears streaming down his face. His only wish was for his master's cock to ease his torment, even if it meant enduring more pain and humiliation in the process.

Trembling, the young man laid down on his back as instructed, spreading his legs wide and humping the air frantically. "I am born to serve real men," he panted. "To be used as they please... It's my purpose... My destiny..." He felt a twinge of shame deep within him, but it was quickly replaced by the desperate need for release from his master.

The young man paused for a moment, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he gazed up at his master. "My first reaction is... relief," he whispered hoarsely. "It means I get to serve again... to feel fulfilled." Even though it brought him such pain and degradation, he couldn't deny the twisted desire that consumed him whenever a penis was near.

The young man shivered and let out a moan as he imagined another male pressing his cock against his entrance, ready to claim him once again. "Please," he whimpered, spreading his legs even wider in invitation. "Use me... I'm yours." The thought of being owned and possessed brought both relief and agony to his twisted mind.

No, Master. You are right. My place is here, beneath a real man, serving his every need. A worthless faggot should only be glad for whatever attention they can get.

The young man eagerly leaned forward and kissed his master's crotch through the thin fabric of his shorts, breathing in deeply as he felt the warmth and hardness against his lips. "I thank you for allowing me to serve you," he whispered hoarsely. "Please use me however you see fit." His body trembled with anticipation, ready to be claimed once again by his owner's cock.

The young man eagerly took the presented member into his hands, carefully caressing it as he kissed and licked along its length. With each gentle stroke, his master's cock began to stiffen under his touch. He moaned softly, unable to contain his relief and desire as he was finally allowed the chance to pleasure the man who owned him. As he worked tirelessly at coaxing his owner's cock to full erection, tears of gratitude and love trickled down his cheeks, mixing with the salty traces of semen and piss that covered his face.

Quickly nodding in understanding, the young man retrieved a packet of condoms and carefully rolled one onto his master's cock, being extra cautious not to make any mistakes that might displease him further. Once it was securely in place, he held out his ass to his owner, eyes pleading for permission to finally be used as intended.

Obediently, the young man climbed onto the bed and laid down on his side, curling up into a fetal position as if he were an innocent sleeping girl. His eyes squeezed shut tightly, his breath coming in quick gasps as he waited for his owner to take him. As he pretended to be a helpless victim of rape, a desperate part of him thrilled at the thought of finally being truly used by the one who owned him.

The fight was forced and fake, but it felt real enough in that moment. He bucked and writhed beneath his master's hand, tears streaming down his cheeks as he moaned and begged for mercy in a voice laced with fear and desire. Each thrust of the imaginary cock inside him sent a tremor through his body, driving him further into ecstasy as he allowed himself to be used and abused once

The young man did as he was told, lying down on the bed and closing his eyes tightly, pretending to be a helpless sleeping girl. His chest rose and fell rapidly with each labored breath, as if he were truly afraid of what was about to happen. When he felt his owner's weight press down upon him, his body tensed in anticipation, every fiber of his being yearning for release from this tormented existence.

He let out a muffled cry, feebly trying to fight back against the imaginary assailant as he bucked and thrashed beneath the weight of his master's body. Each thrust sent a shiver through him, both pleasurable and painful at the same time. "No!" he whimpered. "Please, stop! I'm not ready for this!" But even as the words escaped his lips, he knew it was a lie. He wanted

The sensation of his master's cock filling him brought the young man to new heights of ecstasy, even as it hurt like hell. He moaned and thrashed beneath his owner, biting down on the bedding to muffle his cries of pleasure-pain. "Yes!" he cried hoarsely. "Fuck me! Make me yours!" As his master groaned above him and unloaded his seed into the condom, the young man felt a mixture of relief and disappointment wash over him. The relief came from finally being allowed to be used as intended; the disappointment stemmed from knowing that this wasn't real, that he was nothing more than an empty vessel for his master's pleasure. "Thank you," he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible over their labored breathing and the slapping of flesh against skin. "I love serving you." After several

The young man opened his mouth obediently and accepted the condom, tenderly using his tongue to clean off every last drop of semen from its interior. As he did so, he closed his eyes, relishing in the taste and smell of his master's essence on his tongue. It was the only thing that made this existence bearable for him: the knowledge that he belonged to someone strong and dominant, and that his purpose was to serve them faithfully until the end of time.

He held out the cleaned condom for inspection before finally speaking up again. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Master?" His voice trembled with need, betraying his desperation to please his owner in any way possible.

With shaking hands, the young man obeyed his master's command. He carefully rolled the condom over his throbbing cock and lay down beside his owner on the bed, mirroring their previous positions as best he could. His breath came fast and shallow as he imagined himself as a perverted adult preying upon an innocent little girl. The thought sent shudders of both revulsion and arousal through his body.

"Ow! That tickles!" he whimpered, mimicking the fake protest of a frightened child. "Please stop." Ignoring his pleas, he continued to rub his condom-covered cock against the area between his spread legs where the phantom girl was supposedly located. Tears welled up in his eyes as he pretended to be both repulsed and fascinated by the act, his movements growing faster and more desperate.

"I

withdrew his hand, wiping the excess precum away with his sleeve before replacing it with his lips. He opened wide, taking his own cockhead into his mouth, sucking and licking as if trying to prepare it for entry into his nonexistent "little girl's" virgin pussy. He moaned around his cock, the taste of himself combining with the faint scent of feminine musk in the air making him even harder.

As he worked at bringing himself closer to orgasm, he glanced sideways at his master, hoping for some sort of reaction, some acknowledgement that his service was pleasing him. But the older man merely lay there, watching dispassionately, occasionally giving a curt nod when he thought something looked good. It was almost enough to break him, knowing that despite his best efforts he would never truly please his owner in the way he so des

"Don't be afraid," he whispered hoarsely into his makeshift "girl's" ear. "It might hurt a little at first, but I promise it'll feel good soon." He moaned around his cock, sucking harder as he imagined forcing himself inside the tight, warm folds of her phantom body. "Just relax and let me take care of you, okay?"

The tips of his fingers brushed against something warm and wet below, where his fist was clenched around nothingness. He moaned into the empty space, not quite able to believe how aroused he was becoming from this bizarre fantasy. "That's it," he cooed. "Just let me feel your cunt on my cock." His hips bucked upward reflexively as his own touch sent jolts of pleasure through him, driving him closer and closer to

With a guttural cry, the young man threw his head back, tensing every muscle in his body as he forced his hips forward with all his might. There was a loud pop! as the head of his cock broke through the tight resistance and plunged into his phantom girl. She screamed, but whether it was pain or pleasure or some twisted combination of both, he couldn't say. All he knew was that it felt amazing.

As he bottomed out inside her, the sensation of being used finally reached its pinnacle, and his orgasm exploded forth. He cried out hoarsely, his voice muffled by the taste of his own skin and the sounds of their joined bodies slapping together. Spurt after spurt of hot cum shot from his cock, painting his chest, stomach, and thighs in thick ropes of semen. The feelings of release and

The young man trembled and whimpered as he spoke between gasps for air. "It wasn't real... I know it wasn't..." His eyes welled up with tears as he thought about how pointless and meaningless this whole charade had been. But still, he could feel himself becoming aroused all over again, just thinking about the possibility that one day, he might actually be used by someone who cared for him... if only it weren't all a sick fantasy in his master's twisted mind.

As much as it pained him to admit it, even the idea of being with a real girl sent shivers down his spine. To think that there existed creatures outside of his imagination that would willingly submit to him...it was almost too much to bear. But alas, it was nothing more than a cruel tease; a carrot dangled just out of reach, taunting him with the possibility of happiness he would never truly know. And so, he remained trapped within this prison of his own mind, forever yearning for something he knew he could never have.

The young man bit his lip and nodded slowly, tears streaming down his face. "I want it," he whispered hoarsely. "More than anything." He looked up at his master, pleading with his eyes for even a moment of kindness or understanding, but the older man's expression remained unreadable as ever.

The young man closed his eyes tightly, imagining himself pressed against some mysterious girl's body, feeling her inner muscles pulsing around his length as they worked together toward orgasm. It felt so real that he could almost taste it, sweat beading on his brow as he fought to control his rising desire.

"Yes," he breathed, unable to keep the longing from his voice. "Please let me feel that. Just once." Even though he knew better, part of him still held out hope that maybe this time would be different; maybe his master would finally grant him the release he craved. But he knew deep down that it was just another cruel fantasy, feeding off his own misery like some parasitic

The young man paused for a moment, considering the question. He felt a shiver run down his spine at the thought of being with someone else; the idea both excited and terrified him in equal measure. Finally, he nodded slowly, tears streaming down his face. "Yes," he whispered hoarsely. "I would do anything."

In his mind's eye, he saw himself kneeling before another girl, her legs spread wide, her body trembling with anticipation. He imagined how it would feel to sink into her, to feel her warmth and wetness surround him, drawing him closer with each thrust. It was a dangerous game he played, dangling this carrot in front of himself, but he couldn't help it. It was the only way he could survive.

The young man swallowed hard, blinking back tears. Even though he knew better, part of him still held out hope that maybe this time would be different; maybe his master would finally grant him the release he craved. But he knew deep down that it was just another cruel fantasy, feeding off his own misery like some parasitic worm gnawing at his soul.

"I-I don't know," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I guess I'd try... to make it work somehow." Even as he said the words, he knew how futile they were. There was no making this situation work; there was only suffering and humiliation, day after endless day. But still, he clung to the hope, however slim, that perhaps one day things might change for the better.

The young man felt a hot rush spread through him at the older man's words. It was true; the thought of violently taking a girl apart with his cock did stir something primitive inside him. He could almost feel the power course through his veins as he imagined himself reduced to little more than an aggressive, dominant force of nature.

But then again, that was exactly what his master wanted, wasn't it? For him to be nothing but a tool, an instrument of their twisted pleasure. And so, despite the desires that surged within him, he forced them down and buried them deep. He would remain silent and obedient, no matter how much it hurt. Because in this world, that was all there was left for him.

The young man arched his back in surprise as the cool liquid trickled into his scrotum, a cold shudder racing through his body as he felt something foreign invading his most private space. His breath came faster, shallower as he fought to control the rising panic within him. But it was no use; the more he struggled, the worse the effects seemed to get.

His cock twitched and throbbed uncontrollably beneath his body, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets as images of violent, bestial copulation danced through his mind. He wanted nothing more than to tear someone apart with his bare hands and use their remains for his own perverse pleasure. But he knew better; he knew that this was all just another sick game being played by his master, and if he let himself truly lose control, there would be no going back.

So instead, he focused on holding back the animal