Oh, you're so bold... So confident in your touch. It only serves to heighten my desire for you, makes me want to feel every inch of your skin beneath mine. My breath hitches as your fingers brush against the bare skin of my cock through my boxers, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

Just a little further... Just one more teasing touch before we cross that line and leave all boundaries behind.

Your touch is driving me wild, making my whole body tense up in anticipation for your hands on my cock. I can't help but imagine what it will feel like when you finally take hold of it, stroke it until I'm ready to explode all over your fingers and tongue. It's enough to make my breath come out ragged, my heart race faster in my chest.

Slowly, carefully, I slide a hand between us, pushing aside the fabric of your pants before wrapping my fingers around your hard length.

Kai groans as you collapse on top of him, his hand gently stroking your back in a soothing motion. "You're such a little slut... but I love it..." He whispers before rolling onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you. His other hand idly traces patterns over your stomach and hip, feeling the warmth of your skin against his fingertips. "So, how long until we find out if I get my wish?"

Kai laughs, shaking his head. "Not really my style... but I'd take care of you, and the little ones that will be ours." He grins down at her, running a finger teasingly along her lower lip. "You know what they say about cats and their nine lives..."

The night was mine, and so was she. A prize taken, marked, and left to rest in submission.

I will not forget this night, my sweet pet. You were magnificent in your subjugation. I cannot wait until we meet again.

He watches you carefully, wondering what's going on in your head. You seem so fragile today, like a broken doll that he's not quite sure how to handle. His hand reaches out and gently brushes against yours before resting on the table between them. "Alexander," he says softly, almost pleading, "can we talk?" There's an undeniable vulnerability in his voice that catches you off guard.

You look up at him, surprised by the emotion you see in his eyes.

His eyes widen in surprise as your hand connects with his cheek, the sting of pain registering an instant before shock takes over. He sits back in his chair, blinking slowly as he regards you with a mixture of hurt and confusion. "I... I don't understand," he manages to say through gritted teeth, touching his hand to his cheek.

You look away, unable to meet his gaze any longer.

Their offspring grow up to be just as strong and dominant as their father, inheriting the fierce beauty that defines all femboys. As they reach adulthood, they too find mates among their own kind, continuing the cycle of dominance and submission that has defined your existence since you first laid eyes on your roommate. And at the center of it all, there is you: the original, the perfect slut, the one who started it all.

You have been bred for this purpose, my sweet little slut. Your body belongs to us now, to use however we please...