u/kimpatel

The wind outside dried Adeel's cum on my face before I reached my door. Crusty. Claiming. Mine.

I entered my apartment. My hair still wild from his grip. My left cheek burned red with elder brother's slap , his anger, his envy.

I ran a hot bath. After, I pulled out my dildo. Put Adeel's Instagram on my laptop screen—him at the gym, him at the beach, that hairy chest, that smirk.

I lubed my ass, lowered onto it, and rode.

I slapped my own balls—hard, the way Adeel did. Once. Twice. Pain and pleasure blurring.

I nub leaks hands-free, moaning his name, my load shooting across my stomach while I watched him on screen.

I stood before the mirror after. Hair messy. Cheek marked. Ass used. Face flushed.

A sub. Confident. No regret.

Adeel pushed me into my subspace. Made me who I really am.

Then I slipped on my pink jockstrap and slept like a baby.

I wake up as phone ring a message.

Adeel send me message, it's your breeding time sub, came to my place.

I came to his house.

Adeel opens the door. I say hello to his fit mother doing yoga.He push me to his room.

He says, you are my personal property now. your sexual life is in my control. do not bang with anyone included my bro Adam otherwise you will face consequence.

I node with agreeable way.

then he sit on his bed with a boxer and erect penis.

I sit on my knees and try to seduce him with bits on his underwear.

I think he enjoys but all of a sudden he slap me this time harder.

he says quick bitch, i do not have all day for a sissy like you.

I felt embarrassed, cheek burning, eyes watering. But also privileged. This slap—hard, demanding, dismissive—cleansed my masculine ego. Necessary for a sub boy like me.

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I scrubbed the last plate, hands shaking. When I turned, he sat waiting—legs spread, feet bare, that hairy chest rising slow.

"Kneel," Adeel said. "Contract first."

I knelt. He placed his foot on my thigh, heavy and warm.

"You serve me. Only me. My brother watches. He does not touch unless I allow. Say it."

"I serve only you, sir."

He lifted his foot to my lips. I kissed—the sole, the arch, each toe. Then he leaned down, gripped my hair, kissed my forehead. Ownership.

"Open."

I did. He slapped my balls first, light, stinging, reminding.

My nub leaked a drop, I'm not allowed to touch myself without the permission of my younger alpha Adeel. Then his cock filled my mouth, thick and heavy, the size I could never be.

His brother stood, unzipping, moving toward me. I felt his hand on my neck, guiding me toward his bulge.

Adeel shoved me back by the hair. "This one is mine." His older brother froze, jaw tight, angry, but he stepped back. Could not disobey his alpha brother. Just like I could not disobey mine.

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I took his number without hesitation.

His text came an hour after the gym closed: Brother's place. Tonight. After 10.

At 10:15, I knocked. He opened the door shirtless, sweatpants low, his semi-erect bulge already the size of my fully hard one. His older brother smirked (enough for my nub tightening) from the couch.

"Come in," he said.

I stepped inside. He tapped my face, a light, claiming touch. "Good."

My voice shook. "I am available for your service, sir."

He sat, spreading his legs like a man—a man I'm not—and put his bare foot on the table. The foot I knew I was destined to worship.

"You need to do the dishes first," he said, his eyes pinning me. "Then we discuss your service situation."

He pointed toward the kitchen. "Right now," he added, his voice forceful.

As I walked toward the kitchen, I heard his older brother's slow voice say, "That one is obedient too."

He is 21, my neighbor, thick hair covering his chest and legs. I am 27, smooth everywhere.

At the gym, shirtless and sweating, he bench-pressed while his older brother of my age spotted him.

I walked over.

"Any service you need," I said. "Anything. I'm next door."

He racked the bar, sat up, smirked.

"What kind of service?" he asked, slow and loud.

My nub leaked instantly, betraying me through my shorts. His eyes dropped to the wet spot.

His brother watching raised an eyebrow. My face burned.

"Anything you want," I whispered.

He stood, clapped my smooth shoulder, his hairy arm brushing my bare chest.

"I'll use you soon," he said.

I left hard, wet, owned

My rented room was quiet. Adeel —twenty, confident, technically my junior—stood over me as I knelt on my own floor.

"Open," he said.

I did. He teased me with his cock, dragging it across my lips, my cheek, never giving me what I wanted. He smiled when I opened wider, desperate in my own home.

"Pathetic," he whispered, almost fond. ( a slight smile on his lips)

Then he slapped my face—light, stinging, claiming. I gasped. He reached down, found my cock soft and helpless in my sweatpants, and slapped that too. 1, 2 ,3 and then surprise me with 4th one time.

"See?" he said. "In your own place, you still belong below me."

I moaned around him when he finally let me taste him. No regret. Just purpose.