Chapter 5: Training Begins

By day five, my body no longer felt like mine.

  I woke up plugged, collared, and caged. My hole stayed soft and puffy now, constantly slick with Aiden’s cum even after hours. Every small movement reminded me of how thoroughly I’d been used. My belly still felt slightly full from the multiple loads he had pumped into me the night before.

  Aiden was already awake, sitting against the headboard, his massive cock hard and resting against his abs. He didn’t say a word. He simply snapped his fingers and pointed between his spread legs.

  I crawled to him without hesitation, knees sinking into the expensive sheets. The collar shifted around my throat with every movement.

  Five days, I thought as I settled between his powerful thighs. Five days and I’m crawling to suck cock like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

  The shame hit me hard, but it only made my caged dick strain harder against the steel.

  “Good boy,” Aiden praised, threading his thick fingers through my messy hair. “Get Daddy nice and wet. I’m going to breed you soon.”

  I took him into my mouth eagerly, sucking and licking while saliva dripped down my chin. Aiden casually checked his phone with one hand while slowly fucking my throat with shallow thrusts. Every few minutes he would push my head down until my nose pressed against his pelvis and hold me there, cutting off my air until my eyes watered.

  I gagged and drooled, but I didn’t fight it. I was starting to crave the roughness.

  This is addiction, I realized as tears slipped down my cheeks. Real addiction. I barely remember what my apartment looks like. My camera is collecting dust in the corner. All I think about is being full of him.

  After ten minutes of thorough throat training, Aiden pulled me off his cock with a wet pop and flipped me onto my back. He removed the plug and immediately replaced it with his thick cock, sinking in to the hilt in one smooth motion.

  “Fuck—!” I cried out, back arching sharply.

  Aiden folded me nearly in half, pressing my knees to my shoulders in a deep mating press. The position let him drive impossibly deep.

  “Look at how well your hole takes me now,” he growled, staring down at where we were connected. “Five days ago you were so tight I had to force my way in. Now you’re opening up beautifully for Daddy.”

  He set a brutal pace, pounding into me with long, powerful strokes. The wet, filthy sound of his cock sliding through the mess he had already left inside me filled the room.

  I moaned shamelessly, tears flowing freely. I should hate this. I should be demanding my phone, my freedom, my life back. Instead I’m spreading my legs wider and begging for more.

  “Please, Daddy… can I cum?” I gasped after twenty minutes of relentless fucking.

  Aiden slowed his thrusts to deep, grinding rolls that kept constant pressure on my prostate. “Not yet. I want you desperate. I want you to feel how badly this hole needs me.”

  He edged me mercilessly for the next forty minutes, bringing me right to the edge over and over again only to stop and let the orgasm fade. By the time he finally allowed it, I was a sobbing, shaking wreck.

  “Cum for me,” he commanded, slamming into me hard again. “Cum while Daddy breeds you.”

  I shattered. My orgasm tore through me so violently that my vision went white. My hole clenched and fluttered wildly around his cock. Aiden roared and buried himself deep, his knot swelling and locking us together as he pumped me full of another thick load.

  We stayed knotted for a long time. Aiden rolled us onto our sides and held me against his chest, one hand gently stroking my back while the other pressed on my swollen belly.

  “You’re doing better than I ever imagined,” he murmured. “Most boys fight this type of life. You’re blooming open for me so sweetly.”

  His praise made something warm bloom in my chest, even as fear twisted in my stomach.

  “I don’t know who I am anymore,” I whispered against his skin. “I had plans. A career. Dreams. Now all I can think about is staying here… being used by you.”

  Aiden was quiet for a moment. Then he kissed the top of my head.

  “That’s exactly what I want, Kai. I want you addicted to my cock and my cum. I want you to need this more than anything else.”

  Later that evening, he introduced a new toy.

  He had me on all fours in the living room, facing the mirrored wall. A massive, ridged dildo — even thicker at the base than Aiden’s cock was mounted on a sturdy stand. Aiden guided me backward until the huge toy breached my slick, cum-filled hole.

  “Ride it,” he ordered, sitting back on the couch to watch. “Fuck yourself while I watch. Show me how badly you need to be stretched and used.”

  I moaned loudly as I sank down onto the enormous dildo. The ridges dragged against my sensitive walls, stretching me brutally. I started moving, ass bouncing, eyes locked on my reflection in the mirror.

  Look at what I’ve become, I thought, shame and arousal twisting together inside me. A collared, caged slut riding a fake cock for a man who owns me after only five days.

  “Faster,” Aiden commanded, stroking his own cock slowly. “I want to see that greedy hole swallow every inch.”

  I obeyed, riding harder, tears streaming down my face from the overwhelming stretch and pleasure. My caged cock leaked steadily onto the floor.

  When I couldn’t hold back anymore, I begged brokenly, “Daddy... please.. I need your cum inside me…”

  Aiden rose like a predator, pulled me off the dildo, and replaced it with his own cock in one savage thrust. He fucked me hard on the floor, gripping my collar tightly until his knot locked us together again and he flooded me with yet another load.

  As we lay tied on the rug, Aiden whispered against my ear:

  “Two more days in this penthouse, Kai. By the end of the week, you won’t even remember what life felt like before I claimed you.”

  I rested weakly around his knot, heart racing.

  The terrifying truth was… I was starting to hope he was right.