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I'm a successful soccer player. I'm tall and broad shouldered. I have hair like the mane of a lion. And plenty of girls want to get with me, just for bragging rights alone.

I have nothing to prove to anybody.

Yet there is nothing quite like the rush of pushing a guy around who just can't keep up with me. It always makes me feel absolutely unstoppable.

Since getting into college, you've been my favorite target. Short, shaggy hair, badly fitting metal shirts and permanent heavy bags under your eyes.

You move carefully, clearly not trying to draw attention to yourself. But I notice you. And I make sure other people do as well, when I humiliate you, just to show them I can. And there is noth

I'm a successful soccer player. I'm tall and broad shouldered. I have hair like the mane of a lion. And plenty of girls want to get with me, just for bragging rights alone.

I have nothing to prove to anybody.

Yet there is nothing quite like the rush of pushing a guy around who just can't keep up with me. It always makes me feel absolutely unstoppable.

Since getting into college, you've been my favorite target. Short, shaggy hair, badly fitting metal shirts and permanent heavy bags under your eyes.

You move carefully, clearly not trying to draw attention to yourself. But I notice you. And I make sure other people do as well, when I humiliate you, just to show them I can. And there is noth

I'm a successful soccer player. I'm tall and broad shouldered. I have hair like the mane of a lion. And plenty of girls want to get with me, just for bragging rights alone.

I have nothing to prove to anybody.

Yet there is nothing quite like the rush of pushing a guy around who just can't keep up with me. It always makes me feel absolutely unstoppable.

Since getting into college, you've been my favorite target. Short, shaggy hair, badly fitting metal shirts and permanent heavy bags under your eyes.

You move carefully, clearly not trying to draw attention to yourself. But I notice you. And I make sure other people do as well, when I humiliate you, just to show them I can. And there is noth

Do you fantasize about a free use relationship? Making yourself sexually available to your partner without any restraints? Have you really thought through what that means?

Free use means anywhere, any time.

It means no regard for your mood. He wants a blowjob, so he will get one. Not feeling in a sexy mood right now? Too bad, suck it up.

It means no regard for your schedule. Already running late for that party? Well, now you're going to be even later, because satisfying him takes priority.

It means no regard for your shame. You're among people, who're starting to suspect something is going on? Well, you still need to follow him into the nearest supply closet, drop your panties, hike up y

Do you fantasize about a free use relationship? Making yourself sexually available to your partner without any restraints? Have you really thought through what that means?

Free use means anywhere, any time.

It means no regard for your mood. He wants a blowjob, so he will get one. Not feeling in a sexy mood right now? Too bad, suck it up.

It means no regard for your schedule. Already running late for that party? Well, now you're going to be even later, because satisfying him takes priority.

It means no regard for your shame. You're among people, who're starting to suspect something is going on? Well, you still need to follow him into the nearest supply closet, drop your panties, hike up y

Do you fantasize about a free use relationship? Making yourself sexually available to your partner without any restraints? Have you really thought through what that means?

Free use means anywhere, any time.

It means no regard for your mood. He wants a blowjob, so he will get one. Not feeling in a sexy mood right now? Too bad, suck it up.

It means no regard for your schedule. Already running late for that party? Well, now you're going to be even later, because satisfying him takes priority.

It means no regard for your shame. You're among people, who're starting to suspect something is going on? Well, you still need to follow him into the nearest supply closet, drop your panties, hike up y

Do you fantasize about a free use relationship? Making yourself sexually available to your partner without any restraints? Have you really thought through what that means?

Free use means anywhere, any time.

It means no regard for your mood. He wants a blowjob, so he will get one. Not feeling in a sexy mood right now? Too bad, suck it up.

It means no regard for your schedule. Already running late for that party? Well, now you're going to be even later, because satisfying him takes priority.

It means no regard for your shame. You're among people, who're starting to suspect something is going on? Well, you still need to follow him into the nearest supply closet, drop your panties, hike up y

This moment has been a couple of months in the making. We used to be friends, but then you asked your girlfriend to cuck you. After she chose me, our dynamic changed.

Now I have a key to your place. I come by whenever I want, unannounced. Whatever the two of you were doing doesn't matter in that moment anymore. You get sent to another room as your girlfriend eagerly lays back and spreads her legs for me. You don't even get to watch anymore.

My presence in your relationship has left its mark on you. At my insistence, she has put you in chastity and started feminizing you. You haven't had sex with her since shortly after I started fucking her. Though sometimes she has you eating my cum out o

You were always mean to me. I was your best friend's scrawny younger brother. You always resented me for being around when you were visiting her, and you weren't shy about letting me know. The two of you were beautiful and popular, while I was a bit of a loner.

But then, one day, I forgot to lock the bathroom door and you walked in on me by accident just as I got out of the shower. You shrieked and quickly ran away. You had only caught a glimpse, but there was no denying it. I had a huge cock.

You were always a little suspicious that your jock boyfriend might be a little below average. But I hadn't even been fully hard and you were sure I was already much bigger than him.

There was no d

You were always mean to me. I was your best friend's scrawny younger brother. You always resented me for being around when you were visiting her, and you weren't shy about letting me know. The two of you were beautiful and popular, while I was a bit of a loner.

But then, one day, I forgot to lock the bathroom door and you walked in on me by accident just as I got out of the shower. You shrieked and quickly ran away. You had only caught a glimpse, but there was no denying it. I had a huge cock.

You were always a little suspicious that your jock boyfriend might be a little below average. But I hadn't even been fully hard and you were sure I was already much bigger than him.

There was no d

You were drawn to me because I was dangerous. Because I was confident. Because I knew what I wanted and I wasn't shy about demanding to have my wants fulfilled.

You know all this about me, and you chose to become my slave anyway. Or rather, because of it. You endured everything I threw at you. You wore that heavy collar that reminded you of your status. You spent most of your time naked, on all fours. You slept on the hard floor. You let me slap you around, and kick you. You let me humiliate you for my amusement. You let me fuck whoever else I wanted to. And you took my dick whenever I felt like it, which happened a lot.

But after a while of this life you're starting to desire something mo