I have to be yours

The moment Dylan stumbled upon my Reddit, it was like a switch flipped in his brain. It wasn't just a curiosity; it was a fucking revelation. He knew, right then and there, that he had to serve me. He'd tried other "doms" before, a sad parade of clueless boys who couldn't dominate a paper bag. None of them had even come close to using him the way he wanted. The way he needed. They were playing at domination, reading from a script they found online. I live it. I breathe it.

He always knew his twink body was made to be used as a toy for real men. It was a fundamental truth he had felt in his bones for years, a desperate, aching need to be broken and remolded. He just had to find the right man to claim him. Easier said than done, until he found me. Five seconds scrolling through my profile, seeing the boys I've broken and the pleasure I take in owning them, and he knew. I was the only man he needed. The only one who could understand the dark, filthy cravings that kept him up at night and give him the brutal, loving structure he so desperately craved.

He sent me a message, a pathetic, desperate plea, and the rest is history.

Since that first message, he has been blowing my phone up every single day, begging to be used more and more. He does anything and everything Daddy says with a joy and horniness that is almost palpable through the screen. He's not just obedient; he's ecstatic to serve. He finally found his purpose, and he's diving in headfirst, ready to drown in it. He's a perfect, eager little slut, and I'm going to have so much fun breaking him in.