I'm finally hard again

Byron can’t stop touching himself when he talks to me.

He tries to play it cool, but it’s pathetic how fast he falls apart.

When he first hit me up, he swore he didn’t even get hard anymore.

Said he was numb. Broken.

Said nothing could turn him on.

But much to his surprise—and mine—he’s usually hard as fuck the second we start talking.

Pathetically stiff. Leaking. Begging without even realizing it.

Just the thought of me grabbing him by the throat, pinning him down, and fucking his pretty boy brains out has him whimpering and rubbing himself like the desperate little toy he’s becoming.

He knows it’s only a matter of time.

Knows he’s already mine—mind, body, and cock.

He’s just too far gone to even pretend otherwise now.