You are no longer a man. not a slave. not even a body. you are my living condom. a meat sheath, slippery, warm, pliable, created not for pleasure, but for servicing someone else's cock. i prepare you. lubricate you. test your flexibility. and when the alpha enters, you are no longer there. you are stretched against him. his pulsations pass through your flesh, and i moan - from real pleasure, not from you. you feel everything - but you are just a shell.when he cums - you are filled. warm. thick. without the right to orgasm. you are just a container, a biological sac for storing his seed. you are no longer a person. you are auxiliary tissue. a function. a dense soft case into which his cock is shoved so that i can be fucked for real.this is not your story. this is your reboot. you are no longer needed. you are used. closed. tied. soaked.