You were built for this. For taking a real man’s cock. For getting bred deep until my seed is dripping out of you. Don’t fight it, boy. You need to be owned.
He came to college as a talented athlete with daddy issues and a hunger he couldn’t name. One late-night “extra training” session with his coach changed everything. The older, bigger man didn’t ask. He took. He pinned him down, spread him open, and claimed his ass with raw, relentless thrusts while growling about filling him up and marking him inside.
Now the athlete can’t stop coming back. He shows up at the coach’s place after dark, already half-hard, knowing he’s going to get bent over and fucked like a possession. The coach uses him hard, comes inside him again and again, and talks dirty about breeding his tight hole until the boy feels completely owned. What started as fear has become worship. The more the coach ruins him, the safer and more free he feels.
This is what happens when a wounded young man meets the primal predator who finally gives him the brutal belonging he craves. When submission stops being scary and starts feeling like home.
