Use me, claim me, break me

Meet Vince. Eighteen, barely broken in, and already obsessed with the idea of being owned.
It turns him on more than anything—being dominated, humiliated, controlled by a real man.

He found my blog.
Scrolled through every filthy post.
Saw the way my boys submit, how they pose, how they serve.
And he knew—he had to be one of them.

Had to feel what they feel. Had to belong to someone. So he started sending pictures.
Shaky at first. Nervous. But soon, he was showing off everything.

That rock-hard cock.
That smooth, sensitive little pussy he never knew he’d grow to love exposing. Every inch of him screaming: Use me. Claim me. Break me.

And I will.

Because Vince wants to be ruined.
Wants to be reshaped into the perfect little showpiece—just like the rest of my good boys.
He was made for this.

And now he’s mine.