(Returns to Brother Jian's perspective)
There’s an old saying among hunters who train dogs: the fiercer the resistance, the closer they are to submission.
That night, after I was finished destroying Shen Peng, I fell asleep satisfied in Wang Yuqiang's arms. Then, I had a long, drawn-out dream:
In the dream, because I had rescued Lin Xiu, I earned his absolute worship and began training him as my personal submissive pup. But just as I was pounding Lin Xiu, I was suddenly overpowered and pinned down by Wang Yuqiang. Right there, right in front of Lin Xiu’s eyes, Wang Yuqiang started fucking me.
The dream was far too real. I jolted awake instantly. Reaching down to touch my groin, I was shocked to find that I had leaked a heavy amount of slick pre-cum.
And the culprit behind my "nightmare" was currently holding me tight, oblivious to my panic.
I didn't hate Wang Yuqiang. But every single physical interaction I had with him was subconsciously altering the entire trajectory of my life. I didn't know which encounter would be the one where I succumbed to him; I was even terrified by the thought that, deep down, my soul had already submitted to him.
But no matter what, I had to stop having sex with Wang Yuqiang.
We could be friends, but we were never going to be in a relationship. And I was not going to let him keep fucking me forever. Because this little chapter between him and me was nothing more than an interlude. I could call it off and walk away whenever I wanted—
At least, that was how it was supposed to be.
Yet, when Wang Yuqiang stood before me in all his naked glory, demanding my body once again... I realized I was already powerless to tell this man no.
After that night, I deliberately poured all my focus back into my work and cut contact with Wang Yuqiang after he moved out. All I wanted was to wait for Lin Xiu to return so I could finally confront him and have a massive blowout. I even spent most of Sunday buried in the office, only dragging myself home around eight or nine at night, desperate for a good sleep.
But the second I opened my front door, I saw Wang Yuqiang sitting half-naked on my living room sofa, casually watching TV. Seeing me walk in, he waved and greeted me like nothing was wrong.
"Hey. Didn't you already move back to your place?" I let out a heavy sigh.
"You need to give me my spare key back. You can't just waltz into my apartment without asking."
"Brother Jian, Lin Xiu is coming back tomorrow." Wang Yuqiang ignored my question.
"Yeah. So what?"
"Don't you want to give it one last try? You know, before Lin Xiu comes back and makes things inconvenient." Wang Yuqiang killed the TV and locked his eyes on me.
"Try what?"
"You know exactly what. Playing with Wang Yuqiang feels incredible." He slowly massaged his heavy crotch, then propped his foot up, aiming the sole directly at me.
Sitting there half-naked under the dim living room lights, Wang Yuqiang’s physique was perfect. The sharp, deeply carved lines of his muscles were impossible to ignore. Even fully dressed, his massive, V-tapered upper body commanded attention, let alone now, stripped down and put on display just for me.
His thick, heavily corded pecs begged to be leaned against; God knows how many slutty bottoms, wrecked and exhausted from his brutal fucking, had used that chest as a pillow.
A light, rugged trail of chest hair started from there, trailing down his abs before disappearing into his groin. Originally, he was wearing loose uniform pants and black socks. But as he spoke, Wang Yuqiang slowly slid his pants off, revealing a pair of tight white boxer briefs.
The sheer bulk of his massive cock stretched the fabric to its limit, creating an large bulge. A thick patch of pre-cum had already soaked through the front of the underwear, letting me make out the thick, pink head of his cock pressing against the damp cloth.
The tight boxer briefs clung to Wang Yuqiang’s upper thighs, outlining the massive power of his leg muscles. Those exact muscles were the determining factor in how brutally and relentlessly a dominant top could fuck.
But why was I suddenly so fixated on his leg muscles?
Why couldn't I tear my eyes away from Wang Yuqiang’s body?
"Brother Jian. This is the last time. Let's do something special."
Wang Yuqiang’s words were laced with a psychological trap. Phrasing it like that assumed I had already agreed to play with him one final time.
Yet, I chose not to call out his manipulative little trick. Instead, as I began stripping my own clothes off, I played right into his hands and asked, "What do you mean, 'special'?"
"Come here."
Having stripped down to nothing, I walked right up to Wang Yuqiang.
He pressed a soft kiss against my lips, then slipped a thick blindfold over my eyes. Leaning in close, he whispered into my ear: "On your knees."
The second the blindfold went on, every single sense outside of my vision magnified. Even the soft brush of Wang Yuqiang’s whisper made the hairs on my arms stand on end.
The anxiety of crossing my own bottom line and succumbing to him all over again spiked exponentially, making my primal instincts scream at me to rip the blindfold off.
But Wang Yuqiang gently wrapped his arms around me, slowly stroking my bare back. That simple touch flooded me with such an overwhelming sense of security that I couldn't help but lean into him, reliant on his presence.
I slowly bent down, dropping to my knees right in front of Wang Yuqiang. Instinctively, I reached forward, trying to locate the bulge of his underwear, only for him to plant the sole of his foot onto my face.
"Brother Jian, this is the very first time you’ve willingly gotten on your knees for me," Wang Yuqiang said.
I knew exactly what that meant, just as I knew that right now, I was willingly acting as a submissive slave, allowing Wang Yuqiang to play with me. I hadn't taken any aphrodisiacs, and I hadn't touched a drop of alcohol.
Every single thing I was doing right now was driven entirely by my own shameful lust, fueled by Wang Yuqiang's raw seduction. Yet, to my shock, I realized that I no longer felt even a single shred of resistance toward being used by him.
Just the simple act of dropping to my knees was enough to make my cock spring into a throbbing erection. Wang Yuqiang rested the sole of his foot flat against my face, gently but firmly pushing downward, guiding me closer to the floor until his other foot planted onto the top of my head.
"Brother Jian, do you know exactly what kind of posture this is?"
I didn't answer, but Wang Yuqiang continued his psychological conditioning. "It's the posture of a slave. A slave is supposed to kneel at his Master's feet, keep his head bowed, and serve his Master, starting from the feet up."
Wang Yuqiang lifted one foot, hovering it just brushing against my lips. I parted my mouth and carefully took one of his toes past my lips.
Obviously, both his feet and his socks were washed clean, but even so, a faint masculine musk still radiated from his skin. With every breath I took, that raw scent flowed straight into my lungs, intoxicating my mind—
This was Wang Yuqiang's scent.
"Do you like how that tastes?"
"Mhm..." I let out a subconscious hum of agreement.
Seemingly encouraged by my pathetic response, Wang Yuqiang slid his foot out of my mouth. He used the tip of his toe to hook right under my chin, forcing me to sit up straight. Then, he planted his other foot onto the bulge in my underwear, applying just enough pressure to drag a good moan straight from my chest.
"Hold Daddy's foot and lick it," he commanded.
Trapped in the pitch-black void of my blindfold, the tactile sensation and raw musk of Wang Yuqiang’s bare foot and worn sock, paired with the blinding ecstasy of him crushing my cock beneath his sole monopolized every single one of my senses.
My mind began to construct an entirely new image of Wang Yuqiang:
He was suddenly taller, far more heroic, and overwhelmingly dominant, because, right at this exact moment, he was my Master. And I wanted to use every ounce of my strength just to serve his feet.
Suddenly, Wang Yuqiang shifted his weight, grinding his foot down and rolling my cock halfway across the coarse carpet. The sudden shock of stimulation made me let go of his other foot.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
"A little."
"Good boy. For Daddy... endure it."
Wang Yuqiang stood up, letting his entire body weight press down onto my throbbing cock.
A simultaneous tidal wave of pain and blinding pleasure crashed over me. I had no choice but to grab hold of his muscular thighs, clinging to him for any scrap of comfort.
"Baby, it feels different from fucking a hole, doesn't it?"
"Mhm..."
"That's because right now, your cock isn't an alpha top's dick meant for fucking. It's just a cheap mutt's useless dog-dick. Do you understand?"
"I understand..."
"But I promise you, being a dog-dick feels so much better than being an alpha's dick. Do you want it to feel good?"
"I want it."
Wang Yuqiang ground his sole back and forth over my dick again, forcing a thick glob of slick pre-cum to ooze straight out of my glans.
He shifted the position of his toes slightly and delivered two sharp stomps onto the head of my cock. The rough, coarse texture of his black cotton sock against my most sensitive flesh sent a paralyzing shock of raw stimulation through me, causing my frame to slump helplessly against his leg.
"This cheap mutt has a massive dog-dick. It feels good to stomp on. When you're around other dogs, you're allowed to be a little proud of it. Understood?" Wang Yuqiang ruffled my hair, clearly satisfied with my pathetic reaction.
Was I actually supposed to feel proud of being a good little dog? I honestly didn't know.
But the exact moment Wang Yuqiang praised me and stroked my head, a profound, undeniable surge of joy erupted in my chest, a twisted joy that urged me to keep pleasing him, to earn even more of his praise.
Wang Yuqiang sat back down, issuing his next command. "Now, this cheap mutt gets to choose three of his favorite spots on Daddy's body to lick. Tell me, what's this mutt's favorite part?"
"It's your cock."
"Daddy's is called a Dragon Dick," Wang Yuqiang corrected, delivering a warning slap to my cheek.
"My favorite is Daddy's Dragon Dick," I replied with obedience.
Wang Yuqiang guided my head toward his crotch. A heavy, raw masculine musk, thicker than the scent of his feet, carrying a tang of pure lust, instantly washed over my face.
Just rubbing my lips against his dick through the fabric of his underwear was enough to let me feel how absurdly thick and massive it was. The second I started licking the damp spot, I tasted his slick pre-cum, and like a good dog, I swallowed every single drop.
"Use your mouth to take Daddy's underwear off, you cheap mutt."
I clamped my teeth onto the waistband and yanked downward, but with my hands still tied, I was clumsy. Ultimately, it took Daddy arching his hips up and pulling down the opposite side to finally strip the briefs off together. The second his dick sprang free, the air was saturated with an overpowering haze of testosterone and pheromones.
Blindly following the scent, I tried to dive right in for a lick, only for Daddy's heavy cock to slap against my face several times before I could finally capture the shaft between my lips.
The obscene girth of his meat stuffed my mouth to the limit. At that exact moment, a profound sense of satisfaction bloomed in my chest, it felt as though Daddy's Dragon Dick possessed some kind of sacred majestic quality.
At the same time, the second I took his Dragon Dick into my mouth, my body's other "mouth" suddenly flared with an aching sensation, causing my hips to instinctively hitch and sway a couple of times.
The swollen head of Daddy's Dragon Dick was massive, hitting with power every single time it bottomed out. It curved upward so aggressively that, right now, it was wedged tight against the roof of my mouth without even moving.
The thick shaft was corded with veins, all of which, paired with his outrageous size, guaranteed every single inch of my inner walls would be stimulated.
"Fuck. You barely even took two bites, and you're already acting like a slut?" Catching my hips swaying, Wang Yuqiang delivered a slap to my cheek.
He knew well that I responded far better to a soft touch than an iron fist, which was why he started off with gentle guidance.
He also knew that my sex drive would cause me to slut out quickly, which was why he gradually unveiled his commanding dominance as a top-tier Master, driving me to become cheaper and sluttier by the second.
Even though I saw straight through every single one of his calculated tactics, I still swallowed them down with eagerness.
Deep-throating, grinding against the glans, clamping down on the coronal ridge, taking his balls into my mouth, I spent a long time servicing Wang Yuqiang, switching techniques based on the shifts in his groans.
It was as if drawing even the slightest hum of pleasure from him could grant me immense satisfaction, guaranteeing that the impending fucking would feel that much more incredible. Finally, he ruffled my hair once more and pulled my head back.
"Come here. What's the second spot you want to lick?"
I scrambled up, planting my knees on the sofa until I was half-straddling Wang Yuqiang, and went straight for his ear. As I fervently sucked on his earlobe, his resonant panting echoed against my ear, teasing every nerve I had. The closer I got to him, the clearer I could hear his reactions, and the more my high from serving my Master spiked.
But Wang Yuqiang wasn't satisfied with letting me hold the reins. His hands dragged over my pectorals, seizing my nipples and kneading them.
His grip was strong. One second, he would twist and pinch the sensitive nubs, sending spikes of pain and maddening itchiness through me; the next, he would grope and squeeze my chest muscles like he was playing with a woman’s tits. It was so intense I couldn't hold back a cry, slumping against his shoulder.
Clearly satisfied with my pathetic reaction, he couldn't help but let out a low chuckle. Reaching down, he swiped his thumb over my leaking glans, then shoved that same finger straight into my mouth, tasting salty and slutty.
"A dog with massive pecs really is the best. It feels way better to squeeze than a woman's tits. I didn't expect Brother Jian to be such a slut, though. Just getting your chest kneaded is making you leak so much pre-cum. Looks like you're more sensitive than a woman, too."
I didn't answer, but my throbbing hard cock undeniably told Wang Yuqiang that I was getting excited all over again. At this moment, I felt that being able to serve my Master with this muscular male body was my greatest honor. It was as if the entire purpose of my sculpted muscles existing in the first place was to be offered up and devoted to Wang Yuqiang.
"Finally... where do you want to lick?"
In the darkness, my hands blindly felt around until I traced the outline of Wang Yuqiang's jawline. I slowly lowered my head. Worship, craving, love... a complex of emotion forced me to lean in and kiss him. But the strict rules of our Master and Slave dynamic acted like an invisible barrier chained across my heart.
So, instead, I submissively extended my tongue and lick Wang Yuqiang's chin. Exactly like a dog fawning over its owner, I dragged my tongue against his jawline. Then, I shifted upward, licking the hairs right between his lower lip and his chin.
"Motherfucker... you really are a good dog." Wang Yuqiang froze for a second, letting out a genuine sigh of amazement.
"I never expected you to perform this perfectly. It’s your first time playing like this, and you already understand your place. You really were born to be my slutty dog."
He gently stroked my cheek, then let his hand slide down, grabbing my chin and locking my head in place. Every single word he spoke, every single breath he took, brushed against my eyelashes.
"But Brother Jian... be bolder. You are my favorite man."
In the darkness, his powerful tongue forced its way into my mouth, pillaging and claiming every corner like a true predator. I only dared to curl my tongue to the side, matching his tease, terrified of disturbing this commanding, majestic man.
But he wasn't satisfied. With a sudden suction, he dragged my entire tongue into his own mouth, pulling so hard my roots ached. He softly savored my tongue, then pushed a glob of his saliva against it. Curling my tongue back into my mouth, he forced me to swallow it.
"Do you like that?"
"I love it."
Loved it to the point of madness, of obsession.
"Go to the bed and wait for me."
I scrambled off the sofa without hesitation. When I walked into the bedroom, I found that Wang Yuqiang had already prepared everything:
the lube and poppers were resting on the bedside table, a waterproof mat was spread out across the mattress, and he had even thoughtfully placed a pillow underneath for better leverage.
Wang Yuqiang lay down on the bed first, propping himself up against the headboard. He commanded me to straddle his stomach, squatting face-to-face with him. He seemed incredibly satisfied with my obedient posture.
Pinching my chin, he delivered two slaps to my cheeks before lifting the bottle of poppers right under my nose. At the same time, his other hand, already slathered in thick lube, slipped into my tight hole, beginning the stretching process.
The icy shock of the lube made me involuntarily take a deep gasp, drawing a hit of poppers into my lungs. Within seconds, my head started spinning with heat, and I couldn't help but let out breathy moans as Wang Yuqiang's fingers teased and stretched me open.
A moment later, he grabbed my hips, aligned my hole right above his massive cock, and forced me to slowly sit down.
It hurt.
But it wasn't the tearing sensation of something thick; it was the sheer length. The second he pushed inside, the thick head of his cock hit the second ring, slamming against my deepest inner walls and sending a sharp spike of pain through me.
Wang Yuqiang began to thrust his hips, and I naturally rode the rhythm, rising and falling against him. As the rush of poppers kicked in, the pain slowly began to blur into an ache of pleasure, forcing out moans from my chest.
Yet, every single time Wang Yuqiang’s dick bottomed out, slamming against my walls, the spike of pain still made me clench my teeth, a dense sheen of sweat breaking out across my forehead.
Suddenly, Wang Yuqiang shoved me back, pinning my frame flat beneath him. He clamped his hand over my mouth and launched into a merciless pounding. The blinding agony instantly made me try to shove his chest away, but he roared:
"Endure it, you slutty dog! Push back against me!"
The terrifying panic of suffocation caused every muscle in my body to lock up and tense. Even my lower half clamped down, unleashing a surge of desperate strength that fought against Wang Yuqiang’s invading cock. The thrill of oxygen deprivation compounded with the pleasure of being stretched so wide, robbing me of the ability to even scream out a slutty moan.
Suddenly, following a brief stab of tearing pain, the massive dick abruptly breached a threshold, flooding my entire body with a tidal wave of unprecedented ecstasy.
"Motherfucker... I finally broke you slut-hole open."
Perfectly timing it, Wang Yuqiang released his hand from my mouth. He watched me take two gasps of air before leaning down again, his heavy hand clamping around my throat as he resumed his savage pounding, driving his hips with full force to bottom out inside me.
I could feel the absurd girth of Wang Yuqiang's glans crashing past my second ring over and over again with every brutal thrust. Tightly enveloped and vacuum-sealed by the slick walls of my intestines, the ecstasy began to erode what little sanity I had left.
And Wang Yuqiang was no different. Every tight squeeze my walls delivered against his glans ripped a feral growl from his throat. As the violence and speed of his thrusts escalated, he completely lost the ability to hold back, his voice breaking as he grunted, "Fuck."
His rhythmic curses stacked perfectly on top of each other, landing with precision on the exact spot that sent me soaring the highest.
"You little slut. I really should let you see exactly how cheap you look right now. You started off looking so pitiful, and now you're literally rolling your fucking eyes back into your head."
"Ah... that's because Daddy is fucking me so good."
"Motherfucker, I am going to make you feel so good that you'll never be able to live without my dick!"
"Ah... this slut will remember Daddy's cock for the rest of his life... Ah, fuck... it feels so good..."
Suddenly, Wang Yuqiang stopped. He stared up at me with a coldness, an expression I had never once seen on his face before.
"Just remember? Then you might as well forget it. Otherwise, it's just going to interfere with the rest of your life."
With that, Wang Yuqiang shifted his hips, preparing to pull his cock out and leave. But acting on primal instinct, I grabbed his arm, pulling him back.
"What is it?" he asked coldly.
"This slut wants to remember Daddy's cock," I pleaded.
"But I don't want that. Remembering it but never being able to have it again is meaningless."
Yet, Wang Yuqiang didn't pull his dick out. Instead, he began to slowly grind against the walls of my slut-hole. It was so subtle that it was impossible to tell if he was doing it intentionally or if it was just the natural sway of his body.
An unbearable itch rippled through my core. The ecstasy from just moments ago seemed to be calling out to me, tempting me step by step into throwing away my pride to fawn over Wang Yuqiang.
"How could it be meaningless? Even if it only stays in my memories, I'll spend the rest of my life feeling lucky that Daddy fucked me..."
Wang Yuqiang didn't say a word. He simply increased the speed of his grinding against my flesh, dragging helpless moans from my chest.
"Besides... this slut-hole doesn't even know how many times Daddy has fucked it to orgasm anymore. It's already been molded into the exact shape of Daddy's cock... It's going to stay like this for the rest of my life..."
The amplitude of his thrusts grew a little deeper.
"And once I remember it... I'll always crave being fucked by Daddy... which means... I won't ever be able to live without Daddy's cock..."
Wang Yuqiang froze. He grabbed my hips and hoisted me up, returning us to the same straddling position from the beginning.
He casually laced both hands behind his head and looked up at me.
"Prove it."
At first, I just stayed on my knees, straddling Wang Yuqiang's abs and gently rolling my hips like I had in the beginning, chasing the faint friction of his cock inside me. But honestly, it was nowhere near as satisfying as the pounding from before.
So, I thought back to all the slutty bottoms I used to fuck. I planted both my feet on either side of Wang Yuqiang’s pectorals, braced my hands behind me, and started bouncing up and down. I forced his thick upward-curving cock to grind against my G-spot.
As the pleasure steadily escalated, the speed of my bouncing grew faster and more frantic. My own erection wildly slapped back and forth, continuously smacking against both my lower abdomen and Wang Yuqiang’s.
"So fucking filthy. A dick this massive, yet you're acting like such a total slut," Wang Yuqiang sneered.
His left hand reached up, gripping the shaft of my cock and rubbing the slick glans, while his right hand went straight for my nipple, pinching and teasing it. The dual stimulation was so intense I could only throw my head back and wail in ecstasy.
Wang Yuqiang was enjoying the view: a heavily muscled, handsome alpha top squatting over his chest, bouncing up and down, putting his flawlessly sculpted physique on full display just to please him. And dangling right in front of this muscle-bound alpha was the same big cock that had once dominated countless slutty bottoms, now flopping around pathetically, flinging out thick drops of pre-cum that even started pooling in his own navel.
"Stop. Hold that squat and don't move," Wang Yuqiang commanded.
The next second, he launched a furious counterattack from below. Fucking from this angle allowed Wang Yuqiang's upward-curved cock to strike my prostate with pinpoint accuracy every time. The explosive pleasure was so intense that my hips began to twitch and writhe, trying to alleviate the searing impact.
But it was useless.
"You slutty hole. Do you love my cock?"
"Ah... I love it..."
"Are you going to let me keep fucking you from now on?"
The second I hesitated, Wang Yuqiang thrust upward with devastating force. At the same time, his palms crashed down against my ass cheeks. The resounding smack echoed loudly through the room. I couldn't take it, I threw my head back and let out cries, feeling every muscled inch of my body melt into a useless puddle.
"Answer me. Are you going to let me keep fucking you?"
"Yes... Daddy can fuck me..."
Wang Yuqiang’s rhythm accelerated. His hips began pumping like an unstoppable engine, every upward thrust making me feel as though my body was being conquered and torn apart. His hands slid up to my chest, seizing my nipples and twisting them. I broke down, sobbing and moaning uncontrollably.
"Tell me how badly you want it."
"I want Daddy to fuck me every day... Ah, fuck... it feels so good... I want it to feel this good every day..."
I could feel my consciousness being ripped apart by the ecstasy. It felt as though my muscular body had been hollowed out, reduced to nothing but an unadulterated sexual vessel, leaving nothing behind but total submission to Wang Yuqiang and an endless chase for the next high. His cock battered against my G-spot, flooding my body with wave of pleasure. All I could do was tilt my head back, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Look down, you slut!"
Jolted awake by Wang Yuqiang’s command, I snapped my head down. He was staring up at me with a wicked sneer, guiding my gaze down toward my lower half. Seeing the soaked mess spread out beneath me, the realization finally hit, he had fucked the piss out of me. Even right at that moment, a steady stream of liquid was still leaking from my cock.
A sheer humiliation flooded my chest. But Wang Yuqiang seized the moment, escalating the force of his fucking. The weight of that humiliation twisted and exploded into the ecstasy of total conquest. Stripped completely bare before this majestic man, I had zero secrets and zero dignity left to hide. The only thing I wanted was to let go.
"Daddy... it feels so good... pissing myself feels so fucking good..."
Wang Yuqiang clamped his hands down on my waist, pulling me down to bottom out. I could feel the pressure against my G-spot. I could feel every thick vein corded along his cock scraping against my inner walls. I could even feel the rapid twitching of his meat at my core.
"You cheap mutt. You are my exclusive slut."
"Fuck... fuck... FUCK!"
A sharp rush of intense, scalding stimulation flooded my lower half. I knew that Wang Yuqiang was blowing a massive load inside my hole.
The storm of sex finally ground to a halt. My legs had turned to jelly long ago; I couldn't hold the squat for another second and collapsed on top of Wang Yuqiang’s chest. He gently lifted my flushed, tear-stained face and pulled me into a passionate kiss.
"Brother Jian... that felt so good... I love you so much."
"Wang Yuqiang... Daddy... I..."
He stroked the back of my head. For no logical reason, a profound wave of safety and comfort washed over me. I weakly tried to struggle up, wanting to talk to him about this, but he firmly pressed me back down, using his kiss to seal my lips shut.
"Don't rush. Let's just rest for a minute."
After a ten minutes ofaffectionate aftercare, he launched his next assault. He flipped me over and invaded my hole from behind. Then he hoisted me up for a standing carry, pinning my frame against the wall and fucking me so relentlessly that we both passed out from exhaustion.
Finally, drained of all energy, we collapsed back onto the bed. He pulled me into a tight spooning position and continued to lazily fuck me from the side. When he finished pounding my hole, he even jerked himself off and blew his final load into my mouth.
That night, Wang Yuqiang held me tightly in his arms, chatting with me about anything and everything. We didn't say a word about the actual things we needed to talk about. Instead, we rambled about books, movies, family, work, and even international politics, and the more we talked, the more genuinely excited we both got. It wasn't until past seven in the morning that Wang Yuqiang was drained of energy that he was willing to let it rest.
Right before drifting off, he mumbled into my ear, "Brother Jian... isn't it great for us to just stay like this..."
I didn't answer him.
He mumbled it a few more times, "Isn't it, Brother Jian?" but honestly, he couldn't keep his eyes open. Within minutes, he had passed out.
It wasn't great at all.
Maintaining this chaotic ambiguous relationship was nothing more than a pathetic attempt to cover up the real issue. I had to make a choice.
I rolled over, staring at his sleeping face. In reality, Wang Yuqiang was only two years younger than me, but our auras were worlds apart.
Because of work, I was always forced into stiff suits and ties, whereas he practically lived in loose, casual sweatshirts and athletic gear, making him look younger and undeniably handsome.
Yet, contradicting his laid-back exterior, over this entire period... it actually felt like he had been the one taking care of me. And honestly, the feeling of being taken care of...
It didn't feel bad at all.
Feeling the steady warmth of his breath fanning across my face, every ingrained belief I held in my heart, about alpha tops and slutty bottoms, about dominating and submitting, about how a gay couple was supposed to function, and about the very nature of love itself, began to waver.
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After I handled the fallout from Shen Peng, I broke up with Lin Xiu.
At the time, I resolved never to date another college student again; the gap in our worldviews was simply far too vast. However, life didn't really leave me with many options, mostly because Wang Yuqiang immediately clung to me like a shameless parasite.
And honestly, it didn't take long before we established a stable, committed relationship.
Once I got together with Wang Yuqiang, his reckless personality caused a few headaches, but he never crossed any fundamental lines or made any unforgivable mistakes.
When it came to our sex life, however, we truly were a match made in heaven. We often went out and tag-teamed slutty bottoms together. A lot of guys sought us out specifically to experience what it felt like to take on two alpha cocks at once, though even more ended up staying far, far away because they simply couldn't handle the brutality of it.
But the majority of the time, the two of us just stayed home and fucked. And it's only when it's just the two of us behind closed doors that I willingly drop to my knees, act like a slutty bottom, and play his Master and Slave games.
Even now, I still haven't gotten tired of it.
Of course, out of all those uninhibited, unhinged sex games we play, my absolute favorite part will always be what comes after.
Every time we finish fucking, I love the way he wraps his arms around me, holding me close, and groggily murmurs my name.
The End.
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