Once He Starts, He Can’t Stop

Vince got this problem.

Once he starts showing off?

He just can’t stop.

It starts with a little teasing — hips rolling, fingers grazing his skin like he’s pretending not to know what he’s doing. But he knows. His cock’s rock hard. That needy little hole twitching like it’s calling out for me. And the more he shows off, the worse it gets.

He gets sloppy.

Desperate.

Obedient.

He stops pretending it’s for his own pleasure — and starts begging for mine.

Because that’s what he’s made for: To obey. To be used. To be completely owned by the man who turns him into the perfect little mess he was always meant to be.

And once I’ve got him there?

There’s no going back.