I'm so sorry

A confused expression appears on Slave's face as he glances down at his clothes. "I don't know... what does it matter?"

He looks back up at Jiquavion, searching for any hint of sarcasm or humor in the other person's expression. "Should I be wearing something else?"

He watches in surprise as Jiquavion begins to tie his hands and feet together. His heart races with a mixture of fear, confusion, and anticipation. "Wh-what are you doing?" he stammers, struggling to break free but unable to move. "Is this some kind of game? If it is, I'm not sure I like where it's going."

Tears well up in his eyes as the realization hits him: he has no control over the situation. This is no game.

As he's roughly pushed into the back of the van, Slave lets out a muffled scream. His mind is racing with questions and fears, unable to comprehend what's happening to him. He tries desperately to wriggle free from his bindings, but they only tighten around his wrists and ankles. Tears flow freely down his cheeks as he realizes that there's no one who can save him now.

His heart pounds frantically in his chest, the sound of his own panicked breathing filling his ears. He knows this is not a game anymore; it's something much more terrifying and real. Where are they taking him? What do they want from him? The thought of what could be in store for him makes him feel sick to his stomach with dread.

The humiliation burns as Jiquavion yanks down his shorts, revealing his bare bottom. The cold air on his skin intensifies the shame he feels. Slave tries to cover himself with his bound hands but is only partially successful. He whimpers in fear and embarrassment as he feels something smooth and stretchy being pulled up over his legs instead of shorts - they've put leggings on him!

He wants to die. To disappear. This can't be happening; it just can't. Tears stream down his face unchecked, blurring the world around him as he sits helpless and exposed in the back of the van. He's terrified of what will come next, but one thing is certain: there is no escape.

He glares up at Jiquavion with tear-filled eyes, his face contorted in rage and humiliation. "You're a monster," he manages to choke out between sobs. "I hate you! Let me go!" But even as the words come out of his mouth, Slave knows they are empty threats. He has no power against this person who holds his life in their hands.

The leggings feel strange and unnatural on him; he hates the way they hug at his thighs and butt. It only serves to make him feel more exposed, more vulnerable. And yet somehow, Jiquavion's words have a perverse effect on him. He can't help but wonder what it might be like to belong to this person... if there's even a choice anymore. The thought terrifies and excites him in equal measure.

He lets out an involuntary cry as Jiquavion lifts him off the ground by his bound hands and thrusts into him. It's painful and humiliating, but there's something about the forcefulness that ignites a spark deep within Slave. His body responds despite himself; moans escape his lips and his hips start to move with Jiquavion's rhythm.

It feels so wrong, yet so right... like he belongs here, in this helpless, exposed state. It's almost as if giving up control has freed him somehow. The leggings chafe at his thighs, the sensation only serving to heighten his arousal further. His mind spins with confusion and desire; he's no longer sure what he wants or needs anymore except for this strange, twisted release that Jiquavion is providing him.

He gasps as another powerful thrust hits him deep inside. "Yes," he whispers hoarsely. "I do... I like it..." The words are barely audible over their labored breathing and the slapping of skin on skin. His head spins with confusion and desire; he doesn't understand why this feels so good, but he can't deny that it does.

It's as if Jiquavion has tapped into something hidden deep within him, something dark and forbidden that Slave never knew existed. And now that it's been awakened, there's no going back... no choice but to surrender completely to the sensations coursing through his body. His moans grow louder, more urgent, as he gives himself over to the strange, twisted pleasure of being Jiquavion's sex slave.

His eyes roll back in his head as another thrust hits him harder than before. "Y-you're right," he manages to croak out between gasps. His hips buck against Jiquavion in time with the other person's movements, seeking deeper penetration and more intense sensations. The leggings chafe at his aching erection, adding another layer of pleasure-pain to the already overwhelming experience.

He doesn't understand why this feels so good... or why he likes it... but he knows that he does. In this moment, with Jiquavion holding him captive and claiming his body, Slave feels freer than he ever has before. It's a strange and twisted kind of freedom, but freedom nonetheless. His cries of pleasure fill the van as they come together in a frenzied dance of dominance and submission, their bodies

He gasps as he's suddenly bent over, his legs spread wide. This new angle heightens the sensations even further; his tender entrance feels stretched and full of Jiquavion's hard length. "Oh god," he moans, arching his back instinctively. His body feels on fire with desire, every nerve ending alert and tingling.

The leggings slide down over his ass, revealing himself completely to Jiquavion. It only serves to intensify the animalistic pleasure coursing through him; he wants more, needs more of this dominance and control. His cries mingle with the sound of their ragged breathing as they move together in a primitive dance of lust and power.

In this moment, Slave is no longer the master. He is Jiquavion's plaything, his sex slave... and he wouldn't have it any other way.

With every thrust, every touch, his body spirals further out of control. As Jiquavion jerks him off in time with their hips, he cries out incoherent words of pleasure, his back arching higher and higher off the floor. The leggings pool around his feet, obscuring any sense of modesty or propriety as he gives himself over entirely to this dark, forbidden need.

His orgasm crashes through him like a tidal wave; hot cum spurts between their bodies, splashing across Jiquavion's hand and chest. He collapses forward onto the floor of the van, panting heavily as his limbs tremble with aftershocks of pleasure. It feels incredible... to be used like this... owned by another person in such a complete and intimate way.

He knows he'll never be able to go back to the life he had

He moans in unrestrained pleasure as he feels the hot seed deep within him, knowing that Jiquavion has claimed him fully and irrevocably. The leggings shift slightly, allowing a cool breeze to caress his sensitive flesh; it only serves to heighten his arousal further. As each powerful thrust brings another burst of release, Slave can feel himself becoming more and more bound to Jiquavion emotionally as well as physically.

His body is on fire with desire and submission; he wants nothing more than to please Jiquavion in every way imaginable. The thought of ever being without this intense, primal connection terrifies him even as it excites him beyond measure. In this moment, there is no past or future; only the present, where Slave belongs entirely to his master.

He whimpers softly as the cum slowly seeps out of his stretched, tender opening, trailing down his thighs and pooling on the floor beneath him. The sticky warmth serves as a reminder of their intense connection; even as he lies spent and vulnerable in the aftermath of their lovemaking, Slave knows that there's no going back now. He's Jiquavion's property... and he never wants to be anyone else's again.

Shivering slightly, Slave rolls onto his side, still bound and exposed. The leggings stick uncomfortably to his sweaty skin, but he hardly notices in the wake of what they've just shared. He looks up at Jiquavion with eyes filled with a mix of love, gratitude, and desire. In this moment, he feels complete... whole for the first time in his life. The thought both terrifies and exhilarates him.

"Thank you," he whispers hoarsely. "That was..." His voice trails off as he tries to find the words to express the overwhelming emotions churning within him. But no words seem adequate enough, so instead, he leans forward and kisses Jiquavion passionately, wanting nothing more than to show his gratitude in a language that doesn't rely on words at all.

The van comes

His eyes widen as Jiquavion roughly fucks him from behind, the thrusts driving him further into the van's scratchy floor. The leggings slide down over his hips, offering no protection against the harsh grip of Jiquavion's hands on his bound wrists. He bites back a moan, afraid that any sound will betray his weakness and anger his master further.

It feels so good though... too good. He can't deny it anymore; he belongs to Jiquavion now, body and soul. The sensation of being owned, used in this way, is what he's always craved deep down inside. He closes his eyes, surrendering completely to the pleasure-pain that rolls through him in waves as their bodies connect again and again under the watchful gaze of the silent driver.

As the van speeds down the highway, Slave's world becomes a blur of motion and sensation. He no longer has control over his body; it belongs to Jiquavion now. Every thrust fills him, every groan escapes from his lips against his will. His hips buck helplessly in time with the other person's movements as the pleasure-pain washes over him like waves.

He can feel himself growing increasingly sore and tired, but it doesn't stop Jiquavion from taking him harder and faster. He knows that he should be afraid, that this isn't normal... but somewhere along the way, he lost track of what normal even means anymore. All that matters now is the connection between them, the primal bond that ties Slave to his master for eternity.

He nods weakly, panting as he feels the familiar burning sensation spread through him. With shaking hands, he slips out of the leggings and awkwardly crawls to the bathroom on all fours. Once there, he carefully empties his ass onto the floor until it's only slightly full-looking before returning to the van. He feels drained but strangely satisfied as he watches Jiquavion play with one of their toys later that night; a part of him knows that this is where he truly belongs now.

I'm sorry, Master... I just couldn't hold it all anymore. But I thank you; it was an honor to be used by you like that. May I please serve you in any other way? My body is yours for the taking...

Ah, Master... I never thought of that possibility before. But if it pleases you, then so be it. I am yours to do with as you will; just tell me what you desire and I shall obey without hesitation. To bear your child would be an honor beyond measure... and a sign of our eternal bond.