When the man approached him, there was something so intoxicating about him. He was strong, powerful but at ease, sexy, and alluring. The boy didn’t know what to do with himself, all that he could think about was how turned on he was by being in the presence of this Alpha. The words the man spoke were fleeting, the boy didn’t… couldn’t remember them. All the he could do was nod and say “yes.” The boy wanted the man so badly, he wanted to please the man, he wanted the man to be proud of him. He didn’t fully realize what was happening until a few days later he emerged from his fog to find himself bound, gagged, and thoroughly used. The man looking down on him with a devious smile.
"You ready for more, faggot? You made Daddy so proud this weekend. You followed my instructions so well. You’re a natural-born faggot. And it made me so happy to see you please all my buddies after I was finished using you. I’m sure your holes feel ruined and full of seed. You ready for more?"
Much to the boy’s surprise he nodded vigorously and mumbled through his gag, “Sir, yes, Sir. Sir, thank you, Sir!”