You struggle relinquishing control. You have always been the one to take care of yourself and you've always been there for yourself. Even around friends or lovers, you keep your head high and you reassure everyone everything is fine. There is a part of you that is tired. You want to give yourself to another man and have him take control.

You worry he may not treat you right or that someone may find out. You are reluctant, but you realize that this feeling will not dissipate or be fulfilled without you trying. You begin connection with another man who happens to be gay (you've never had a close gay friend before) and do simple things at first. You take paddle boards out on Lake Union or walk around the Seattle Space Needle. It's relaxing. You feel at ease. He knows your inner secret and desire. You've told him. It's only a matter of time and your comfort level.

He is polite with you. You go bar hopping and play billiards on Capital Hill. You fill yourself with liquid courage and begin feeling yourself physically get closer and closer. You want to be held. You want to be the little spoon. You want to relax your mind and just for an evening, forget about all the responsibilities weighing you down or all the people who depend on you. You just want to exist in peace.

You propose a bet while at the pool table. If you win, he buys the next round. He proposes that if he wins, you make out with him. That would be your first kiss together. You feel a tingle in the back of your spine. You want this, but naturally you're prideful so you won't go down without a fight. He ends up scratching on the last ball so he buys the next round. You're a bit bummed, but shrug it off.

You stumble into his place, acting more buzzed than you actually are. It feels good to watch him care about your wellbeing. You're used to being the responsible one. He tells you the couch is available for you to crash on as he removes your shoes and socks. You thank him as you plop down. He's about to walk away before you tell him, you still have too many clothes on, you don't sleep with this many layers on. He asks if you want him to remove more of your clothes. You give him permission.

You feel your jack get lifted off your shoulders and your buttoned shirt come undone revealing your small patch of chest hair. You feel his hand run down your chest as the buttons fall away. You feel your nipple being caressed. You look up at him. He looks down at you. Your lips meet his for your first kiss. You feel hot. You feel his hand clasp the back of your head pulling your lips and tongue deeper into his. You hear your belt clasp unfasten. Your jeans are pulled down to your ankles before you're hard cock is exposed. Before you know it, your hair is held in his hand as your mouth is forced up and down on his cock.

"Is this what you wanted?" He asks.

You nod your head eagerly. Your mind becomes blank. He is taking control. You gave him permission to take control and you're loving every minute of it. After soaking his cock with your spit, you feel yourself turned onto your chest, pants still around your ankles. You feel the weight of his toned build lay on your muscular back. You've never had another person lay on top of you before. The weight feels good, you feel secure.

"Do you want to be my good boy?"

"I want to be your good boy."

And with that, you feel your first cock enter your hairy hole. You are at such ease that there is no resistance. You have waited and wanted this for a long time. To feel what it is like to be on the receiving end, to be taken care of.

"Do you want to be my property? Do you want to be claimed?"

If the answer is yes, then you've just given yourself permission to feel every pulse, every rush of cum enter your now used hole. You let this happen. You gave yourself to the man you built connection with and trusted in. Enjoy your new title as my Good boy.