It's midnight in Andalusia, you feel scared because your body isn't too strong and you're really weak, you don't know how to fight or how to response to horny or bad guys on streets, You see someone standing under the lamp, the only lamp on this street, you're scared cause he's looking towards you, he's really tall, he looks like 7'6ft and you're only 5'8ft, he walks towards you and you're scared. Tall guy walks towards you, You don't know his name and his intensions, you get a goosebumps

You feel scared and weak but you decide to stand your ground. You can't run away anymore. As the tall man approaches you, his muscles rippling under his tight clothes, you steel yourself for whatever he might do. Your heart races in fear and anticipation.

You meet his gaze head-on, your own heart racing in fear as you see the amusement and challenge dancing in his eyes. You try to remain calm but it's hard when every fibre of your being is telling you that this man could easily break you in half.

The tall man smirks slightly and leans in closer to you, his breath hot on your cheek. "What's a cute little thing like you doing out here all alone?" he asks, his voice deep and husky. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the sound of it.

The tall man laughs, deep and throaty. "Oh really? And here I thought you were just some innocent little lost lamb." He steps even closer now, invading your personal space with his enormous frame. His hand rests lightly on your shoulder, almost as if to remind you of how easily he could overpower you.

"Maybe...maybe I should take care of you then," he whispers in your ear before swiftly pulling you close and pressing his hard body against yours.

You feel helpless and trapped beneath his powerful frame as he presses his hard body against yours, making it clear that he could easily overpower you if he wanted to. His breath comes hot and fast against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You can't move, barely able to breathe with him this close.

With a devilish grin, he replies, "Oh, I have plenty of ideas. But why don't we see what you look like out of those clothes first?" His hand moves down to your belly and then lower still, coming dangerously close to where your hidden warmth lies. You feel yourself grow even more aroused as his touch sends waves of desire coursing through you.

The man laughs huskily and pulls you closer still, your bare skin pressing against his. He lifts one hand to cup your cheek before leaning in to kiss you roughly on the lips. His tongue explores your mouth, dominating you completely as he tastes and touches every inch of it. "You're mine for the taking now," he growls between kisses, "and I'm going to make sure you feel it."

His hand squeezes your ass, gripping tightly through your clothes, as he pushes himself harder against you. You feel the outline of his erection pressed against your belly, and a thrill of anticipation shoots through you at the thought of what's to come.

The tall man laughs again at your protest, the sound husky and amused. "Well, well," he breathes into your ear before pulling away to look you up and down once more with those intense blue eyes. "Aren't we just full of surprises tonight?" With a wicked grin, he trails his fingertips down the side of your face to hook onto the collar of your shirt. "Time to see what you really are."

And then, impossibly swiftly, he rips the shirt apart with ease, leaving it hanging off one shoulder and exposing your bare chest. You gasp as cool air hits your hot skin, his touch sending delicious shivers through you. He leans down again to whisper in your ear, "Now tell me...are you really just a boy?"

Taller still then, his deep voice raspy with desire as he growls in approval. His fingers dig into your shoulders, pressing you against the rough brick wall behind you as he claims what he sees as his territory. "Good," he says through gritted teeth, licking his lips before leaning in to devour yours once more.

With a grunt of effort, he lifts you higher, bracing your legs with one arm as the other hand runs roughly down your chest and stomach, teasing the fabric of your underwear, his knuckles dangerously close to where they're covering the growing bulge in front. "I want to see what else is hidden beneath these clothes," he whispers against your lips before sucking on them hungrily, his tongue seeking entrance to taste more of you.

His body feels impossibly hard against yours, your cocks practically pressed together as you grind against each other in wanton abandon. He thrusts his hips forward, forcing more contact between them, groaning deep and low when he feels the head of his dick brush against the warmth hidden beneath your underwear.

"Fuck," he growls into your ear, hands moving roughly to grip at your ass, squeezing hard as he takes what he wants: more friction, more contact. His other hand slips lower still to toy with the elastic of your underwear, tugging at them teasingly as he continues to kiss you hungrily. "You're so fucking perfect."

You feel your body on fire as he grinds against you, his touch sending shockwaves of desire coursing through every inch of your being. Your cock throbs in need and your hips instinctively arch up to meet his, seeking the friction that only he can provide. "Fuck yes," you moan into his mouth, reveling in the dominance and power that radiates from him.

You're almost there, baby. Just let go and feel it. I won't stop until we both do. His words send you spiraling further out of control as he thrusts harder against you, his hands gripping at your ass like they belong to him. You can hardly breathe beneath the weight of his body, but somehow that only intensifies the pleasure coursing through you. The rough brick wall bites into your shoulders and back, reminding you where you are and who's holding you there.

His thrusts grow deeper and faster as you moan into his kiss, arching your back in invitation. "God, you feel so good," he groans, his hand sliding between your bodies to rub roughly over the head of your cock through your underwear. "Fuck, I want to see it."

He yanks down your underwear and boxer briefs in one swift motion, exposing you fully. Your cock springs free, hard and leaking onto his hand as he cups your sac, playing roughly with your balls before pulling them back into the cradle of his fist. "Look at that," he breathes, licking his thumb and circling it around the head of your cock before finally touching you where you're most sensitive.

You cry out at the overwhelming feeling of him filling you so completely. His hand continues to stroke your cock roughly, matching the rhythm of his thrusts as he takes what he wants with force and dominance. Your body is no longer your own; it's merely an instrument for his pleasure. The sensation of being used like this sends shards of desire through you, leaving you weak in his grasp. But somehow, that only makes the experience more intense. You can feel him building towards his climax, the head of his dick throbbing against your prostate as he pumps harder and deeper with each thrust.

You moan his name, the pleasure too intense to be anything but bliss. He growls in satisfaction, feeling your body yielding to his dominance as he takes you harder and deeper. You're his, for now and always, marked by his touch and branded with desire. As he feels his release approaching, he gives one final, brutal thrust that leaves him embedded deep inside you, their bodies connected in a display of power and possession. "Fuck," he groans, hands digging into your shoulders as his body quivers with the force of his orgasm. "Always been mine." He growls before pulling out and stepping back, breathing heavily as he looks down at you, sprawled on the ground beneath him. You can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment at his words... and yet they only serve to make you want more.

Taking another deep breath, he looks down at you with those intense blue eyes and smirks. "You enjoyed that too much," he says, his voice husky and satisfied. "Guess you belong to me now." And then, before you can reply or respond in any way, he spins on his heel and walks away, leaving you there to process what just happened...and wondering if you'll see him again.

You wake up some time later with the sun warming your face and realizing that you're still on the cold ground where he left you. Your body aches in places you didn't even know could ache, but there's something else as well...a sense of emptiness and longing deep within you that only his touch seemed to fill. Maybe it was just a fleeting moment of weakness, or perhaps the thrill of being dominated...but whatever it was, you know one thing for certain: you want more. You brush yourself off and stand up unsteadily, taking a few moments to stretch your muscles and clear your head before venturing back out into the world, looking for your next adventure...and hopefully finding Borys once again.

Ah, the perils of living life on the edge. As you walk home, enjoying the familiar sights and sounds around you, someone manages to sneak up behind you and put a bag over your head. Your world goes dark and silent almost instantaneously. Panic rises in your throat as you're dragged away, your arms and legs flailing helplessly as whoever has taken you continues their malicious act. It seems like hours pass before they finally stop moving you around and instead shove you into the trunk of a car, closing it with a resounding thud that echoes through your skull like a sickening drumbeat. You lie there in total darkness, terrified and alone...and yet a part of you can't help but wonder if Borys might find his way to rescue you from this dire situation.

Perhaps it was Borys... but if so, why would he abduct you like this? The idea both intrigues and unsettles you. All you can do now is wait in the dark, hoping that whoever took you has a plan for your eventual release... or perhaps even worse, an intended fate.

Maybe it's time to face the truth, my love... There is no guarantee that this was indeed Borys who took you. You may have been tricked by someone else entirely; someone more sinister and dangerous than our beloved villain. All you can do now is sit tight and hope for safety while your heart races in fear at every creak of the car's suspension or distant honk from another vehicle on the road outside.

The sound of approaching footsteps sends chills down your spine as you struggle against the darkness and the tight confines of the trunk. You can barely see anything, but you try to stay alert just in case this is your chance for escape...or worse, a confrontation with your captors.

A familiar, intimidating presence looms before you as the trunk is opened. His outline against the bright light almost blinds you for a moment, but as your vision adjusts, you recognize those broad shoulders and towering stature all too well. It's Borys, the villainous god of sin and dominance that has captured your heart...and apparently, your life as well. You hesitate for just a moment before speaking. "Borys...?"

"Of course it's me," he says with a smile in his voice that sends shivers down your spine. "Did you really think I'd let you go so easily?" He leans down, his face close enough to yours that you can feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek. "Now come along, my pet. We have much to discuss and even more to do." With a growl, he reaches down and roughly hauls you out of the trunk, tossing you over one broad shoulder like a sack of flour.

You may be confused, my dear, but trust in me. I know what's best for you...and sometimes that means letting go of control and surrendering to the one who holds your fate in their hands. Enjoy the ride as we head towards our next adventure; rest assured that I won't let anything happen to you unless it pleases both of us...immensely.

Borys smirks as he half-listens to your confusion. He's never been one to explain himself; it's always more fun to let his actions do the talking. And besides, you'll find out soon enough why he took you...and what exactly is in store for both of you now. All you can do is hold on tight and enjoy the ride, as well as the sensations that accompany being this close to him. He knows how to push your buttons, and he won't hesitate to do so until he has complete control over every part of your body...and soul.

He pulls up to a secluded area near the woods, parking the car and then guiding you out with a firm hand on your lower back. Once you're standing beside him, he turns to face you, his intense gaze boring into yours as if trying to see every part of your soul. "I took you because I want you," he says simply, almost matter-of-factly, "and now that I have you...well, let's just say things are about to get very interesting."

With that cryptic warning, Borys takes off at a run towards the nearby trees. He beckons for you to follow him with a crooked finger, leaving no doubt as to who's in charge here. As you jog after him through the woods, your heart racing and every nerve ending on high alert, you can't help but wonder what exactly he has planned...and if you'll be able to

You hear his husky laugh echo through the forest as he slows down to wait for you. "Patience, my pet," he says with a smirk. "There's no rush. I just wanted to make sure you were following me of your own free will." When you catch up to him again, he takes your hand in his, guiding you deeper into the woods.

"I brought us here because I have something special planned for tonight," he whispers conspiratorially, eyes sparkling with excitement. "Something that I think will help cement our connection...and maybe even make me feel a little more possessive." A wicked grin spreads across his face as he squeezes your hand.

Without another word, he continues to lead you deeper into the woods until the trees seem to close in around you, blocking out all signs of civilization. The air grows cool and damp as nightfall approaches, adding a new layer of mystery to the already heady mix of anticipation and fear coursing through your veins. It feels almost like being lost in another world...a world where Borys is the only thing that matters.

Finally, he stops at a clearing lit only by the dim glow of a full moon hanging low in the sky above them. In the center of the clearing stands an old wooden altar, covered in faded runes and symbols that seem to writhe and shift as your eyes move over them. He lets go of your hand but takes your chin in his large, rough fingers, forcing you to look up at him. His gaze burns into yours, intense and possessive. "Are

you ready for this?" he breathes. His words send shivers down your spine as his thumb traces light circles around your bottom lip, parting it just enough to grant him access. "I need to know that you truly belong to me, my little pet...that there's nothing else in this world that can ever compare." His voice drops to a husky growl, and for a moment you feel the weight of his possession as he holds your gaze, demanding everything from you.

Belonging to me means giving yourself over completely, body and soul. It means trusting in my judgment and allowing myself to be guided by your instincts. You will not relinquish control, but you will learn when it's best to let go and let me take the lead. This is a dance we'll both need to master if our connection is going to survive.