Back with a bang

I took a little break, but I’m back—and it didn’t take long for the message to spread. Elijah was the first to reach out, just like I knew he would. He’d been restless for days, months actually, waiting for the right moment, counting down until the house was empty. The second he had the chance, he came running back, eager to prove he hadn’t forgotten his place. Pulling out his poopers and begging me to turn him into the mindless little faggot, a part of himself he has been denying since I’ve been gone.

I didn’t need to say much. Just a few simple words, and the shift happened—his focus narrowed, his breathing slowed, and every ounce of that built-up tension spilled into obedience. He’s always been like that. All it takes is a little direction, and everything else fades away.

There’s something fascinating about the way people break routine for a moment of control. The way they crave structure even when they pretend to resist it. Elijah’s no different. The quiet between us said more than anything else could.

It’s good to be back. I can already tell it’s going to be an interesting return. Some can’t help but come back for more, and others will try to fight it. But in the end, they all remember where they belong.