After utilising handcuffs, Cain Marko made him know he was obedient.

 He pushed Ryan down onto the bed, and then he watched as he bounced around from the force. Ryan was pushed around by Cain easily.

Ryan was a short skinny boy and had never been to a gym in his 23-years. Cain Marko stood tall with biceps almost as large as Ryan's.

Ryan's shoulder width was twice his shoulder width.

Ryan's body was tanned and had some tattoos. Ryan's skin was pale and bare. Ryan's skin was smooth and soft.

Their hair was the only thing they shared in common. They both had short hair. This is where their similarities ended, Ryan's hair being dark brown while Cain's was mostly silver-grey.

To match his top, he also had silver-grey streaks in his beard. Ryan had a flower tattoo placed on the hand that was wrapped around his neck.

Ryan was unable to breathe as he squeezed his fingers harder. He kept his eye contact intact, as he wanted to make sure he was fine.

All those men who pretend to be straight

Ryan sank to the ground, gasping for air after he let go. Ryan's legs and arms were limp and spread wide.

Cain could move between his legs because there was enough space.

He placed himself between Ryan's legs, pushing them further apart. He then pushed his thighs towards Ryan's legs and aimed his lower legs straight up at the sky.

Ryan held his cock in one hand and stroked it. He was pleased with the size of his cock. Cain spit on his already stiff cock and moved his hips forward.

Ryan was a young man who loved big cocks. He used to go out with his friends at the gay bars in the late hours of the night as a teenager.

He was only eighteen, so they wouldn't allow him in. However, there were always drunk men who would fuck him in the alleyways.

He lost track of how many times he was pushed against the stone walls by someone bigger than him. Sometimes he just sucked them away. Sometimes, they would just take his genitals and leave.

They mistook him for a prostitute a few times and gave him some bills, then he quickly fled.

He thought those were straight men. Or, they pretended to be straight to their wives.

He wondered if his wife thought of him when he went back to bed with them in their warm homes. Perhaps they imagined his face in the darkness as their wives turned their heads.

Tall, fearless, and proud to be homosexual

Cain was one of these men. Not one of the pretending-to-be-straight men. He was proud to be gay and stood tall.

He had nothing to hide. He had nothing to hide. Ryan was initially afraid of Cain, when he approached him.

He looked tough with his large silhouette, tattoos and leather jacket.

Ryan thought he was about to be beaten up, but Cain had come up to him with strong strides. Instead, Cain simply extended his hand and asked Ryan if they wanted to get fucked.

Ryan had said yes, and Cain took his hand and led Ryan into the closest alleyway. He had instructed Ryan to take his pants down in the dark and then pushed him against the brick wall.

Ryan had his cock in his ass and he was able to cum with just a few hard thrusts from his hips.

Ryan had heard him say that he would see him again soon and then he walked away, leaving Ryan in the alley wearing jeans to his knees with cum dripping from his ass.

It took only a few handcuffs for him to realise that he was submissive

Ryan went back to the bar the next night in hopes of seeing Cain. Cain, a drunk, stumbled out of the bar only after closing.

Ryan was spotted by him and he smiled.

He shouted, "Virgin ass," at him.

Ryan wasn't a virgin. Ryan asked him, "You've come to more, haven't you?"

Ryan could only mumble "yes" again. That night, Cain had taken him home instead. Ryan had seen his collection of canes, whips, and bondage equipment.

Ryan realised that he was submissive at that moment.

Between hanging from the wall, having his sex slapped and lying on his back with Cain's cock in his throat, he knew that he only wanted to please Cain.

Ryan fell under Cain's spell after that first night. Five years later, he was still under Cain's spell. Cain had the right to use his body as he wanted.

He wanted to kill his ass

Ryan was slapped by Cain's hands. Cain buried his cock deep in Ryan's stomach. Ryan gripped his cock tightly in his hands and groaned.

Cain fucked him faster. Ryan gave up on his cock and held his legs with his hands. Cain had better access to his sex.

Cain was to destroy his sex. He wanted Cain to make his life miserable. As he used to.

Cain was fiddling him furiously, his face was almost contorted as if in pain.

He groaned, shouted "Yes!" as his movements became more chaotic.

Ryan felt the warmth of his cum in his stomach.

Cain said, "Good boy," and he kissed Ryan as he took Ryan's cock.

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