Donovan
The bathroom was small but big enough to accommodate the two of them. The closeness forced Donovan to mind his step. The subway tiles gleamed under the white light fixture, and the meticulously placed bathroom items were statements of Cole’s disciplined nature. There were few things apart from a toothbrush and a few beauty products, but Donovan noticed the neatly rolled up trowels on the sink.
So he knew he’d get me this far. He thought bitterly, a pang of self-loathing growing in the pit of his stomach.
And yet, his dick sprang to life.
“Already up for another round,” Cole said, caressing Donovan’s fuzzy balls as if he owned them.
He doesn’t.
He doesn’t.
He doesn’t.
“Your little ass is so close I can almost taste it,” he attempted, but his voice cracked at the disrespect.
Cole pressed his thumb and forefinger into one of his balls, and Donovan's breath hitched, his eyes watering, his body trying to jerk away.
“Sorry, sir,” Donovan breathed out.
The pain made his cock throb harder, and when his tormentor rolled each nut in-between his fingers, he shut his eyes tightly. He was still sensitive from the orgasm he had been allowed earlier. The scene replayed in his mind, the weight of his submission crushing him like a ton of bricks. There was still time to stop this, to go back to the life he had always known. But against his better judgment, he remained, exposed and willing.
He accepted Cole’s intrusion, the humiliation arousing desires he had tried to ignore for years.
“You ever shaved your balls?”Cole asked.
“A few times before,” Donovan replied. “I’m just not used to doing it.”
Cole tugged on his hairy bush, black frizzy hair adorning his erect cock. He herded Donovan into the Italian-style shower and turned on the water. He tweaked the faucet until the temperature was just right and let the water flow on Donovan while he rummaged for something in a small kit.
An electric shaver, shaving cream, and a razor.
“This is the next step leading up to your new life,” Cole explained. “As your owner, I get to decide how you groom your body.”
“Owner?” Donovan’s chest tightened.
He was about to bite back, but the realization that his cock gorged itself on this word kept him silent.
“Yes, owner. I’ll be your handler, trainer, and ultimately, I’ll own every part of you.”
This was going fast, but Donovan gave in. Enslaved by his urges and the trust he had in Cole. This might be a game pushed too far, but Donovan wanted to see where it was going. He was ready to renounce his freedom for attention. He had always been unsatisfied with his life up to this point, and Cole somehow filled it with care, in a weird, perverted way.
He belonged here.
Donovan angled his genitals forward. “Yes, sir!”
“Say it again, who do you belong to?”
“I belong to you, sir!”
“Who owns you?”
“You own me, sir!”
The grin that spread on his face widened as his heart pumped faster. This was a turning point in their relationship, and the shivers going down his spine told Donovan he would enjoy the ride.
“Do you agree to being punished if you disobey your master?”
“I do, sir,” Donovan murmured. “I do.”
“Let that sink in.”
Donovan hated himself for giving in so easily; it had only taken a cute guy with a commanding presence for him to crumble.
The electric shaver buzzed to life, and the cold metal was soon on his skin, trimming away his bush in thick clouds. They fell at the bottom of the shower. Shortly cropped hairs remain on his crotch, making his cock look more impressive than before.
Then, Cole applied the shaving cream and carefully removed the fuzz from his balls. His sack retracted as the blade stripped his fur away along with his ego. Cole moved back to admire his work, and a smile spread on his lips.
“Do you like it, stud?”
Donovan looked down at his crotch. “Yes, sir,” he said, unsure.
“You’ll learn to love it, you’ll always be kept clean. I’ll be taking care of it, of course,” Cole threw the tools he had used in the sink. “You should also know that I expect you to keep your hands off your prick. No more jerking off or cumming unless I say so.”
“May I ask, sir?” Donovan frowned. “Will I be allowed to cum often?”
“This will depend on your behavior. I might milk you every single day, or deny you for a month,” Cole stroked his arm gently. “Is this alright?”
The illusion of choice.
“Yes, sir,” Cole answered.
“More things will come as you dive into submission, but I’ll be here every step of the way,” Cole sighed, his demeanor shifted. “But this is a relationship, so if you truly feel something’s off, I need you to tell me.”
Donovan smiled. “Yes, I will. Thanks, Cole,” he trailed off. “I mean, sir.”
“Good boy, I know this is all new to you. But you’re doing great, I’m glad I claimed you.”
After they’d showered, they cuddled up on the couch. Cole was dressed, but Donovan had been instructed to remain naked. Another condition Cole was adamant was necessary to remind him of his role as an owned bull.
Rain was pouring outside and Cole’s head rested on Donovan’s chest, massaging his chest in tentative motions.
“You’re rock hard, you haven’t gone soft at all,” Cole said.
“Is this a bad thing, sir?”
“No, I like knowing you’re ready for use,” Cole laughed and gave him a couple of strokes. “Have you bred a lot of people?”
Donovan thought for a second. “Just a chick I used to date, but that’s it. Didn’t last long anyway.”
“So, I’ll have the honor to be your first guy?”
“Yes,” Donovan admitted. “Do you like the idea?”
“As much as I like knowing you gave yourself to me.”
“What if I hadn’t?”
“Then, you wouldn’t be here.”
“Ouch, so I really am just a toy to you,” Donovan half joked.
“That and much more,” Cole uttered. “Your need to please is the hottest thing. I want to nurture that and use it to make you a better submissive.”
“Have you,” Donovan struggled to get the following words out. “Did you train lots of guys?”
“A few, but all of them were just for fun. They never truly complied; they never pushed themselves. Nothing rang true when they pretended to obey.”
“But I do?”
“Yes,“ Cole said.
The power play was amazing, Cole awakened something inside of him.
He would do anything to please his new owner since he wanted him to realize he was much more than a toy; he was also a worthy companion.
Donovan spread his legs to show his willingness, his testicles dropping even lower. He was inviting Cole into his lap, and surprisingly he accepted the offer. He didn’t weight much compared to him, but the heaviness of his dominance kept Donovan locked in place.
His dick rested against Cole’s ass and the slow movement he made let his foreskin slide up and down freely.
Cole slid off of him, leaving him frustrated and hornier than before.
“You’ll sleep here tonight, and I want you back here right after class with a few change of clothes,” Cole announced.
“Noted, sir.”
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