Alex knelt on the cold concrete floor. His body, once muscular and defined, had softened over the months, his hips widening and his breasts growing round and heavy. He wore nothing but a black leather collar around his neck, a symbol of his submission and a constant reminder of his place. His master, a towering figure with ebony skin and a commanding presence, circled him like a predator. Alex's heart raced, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins.
He knew what was coming, and despite the terror that gripped his heart, he craved it. Look at you, his master rumbled, his deep voice, sending shivers down Alex's spine. A sissy boy ready to be bred? Is that which you want, my little pet? Alex nodded, his eyes fixed on the floor. Yes, Master, please, I want to be yours completely. His master smiled a cruel and knowing expression. Then show me how much you want it. Alex reached behind him, spreading his cheeks to expose his most intimate
and vulnerable place. His master's gaze was intense, his eyes roaming over Alex's body with a hunger that was almost palpable. You know what happens to sissy's like you, don't you, his master asked, his voice a low growl. They get impregnated, they carry their master's seed and become mothers to his children. Alex whimpered a mix of fear and desire. Yes, Master, I want to be a mother for you. His master's cock, already hard and throbbing, pressed against Alex's entrance. Alex braced himself,
knowing the pain that would follow. As his master pushed inside, Alex cried out, the sensation overwhelming and intense. You're mine now, little sissy. His master grunted, his hips, moving in a steady rhythm. Mine to breed, mine to control. You're going to carry my child, and you're going to love every second of it. Alex nodded, tears streaming down his cheeks. The pain was immense, but so was the pleasure, a strange and intoxicating mix that left him gasping for breath.
He could feel the warmth of his master seed filling him, marking him as his own. As his master pulled out, Alex collapsed onto the floor, his body aching and his mind reeling. He knew he was changed, forever, altered by this experience, he was no longer just a sissy boy. He was a vessel, a mother to be, and he belonged to his master completely. Patreon dot com slash Luna Cross Dream