Breaking him in:

There’s so much going on in his head, his heart and his body, that it can be too much and overwhelm him. There’s something happening he can’t understand, it feels like a piece of him is breaking, dying, and falling away and he’s right. The part of him that was afraid that being Daddy’s boy meant he was just a hole, an object or a cum dump, is gone forever. He knows now that being Daddy’s boy means a world of things he never dreamed of and he knows that he can trust the man that’s slowly, gently, entering him in a way no one else has before.

He’s aware now, even though he doesn’t yet understand what it means, that he’s becoming something new and he can feel it growing inside him. He’s opened himself up and allowed this man in to every part of him. His mind is filled with thoughts and sensation and is confused by what it all means. His heart feels like a balloon with too much air; ready to burst as if each thrust, each time their eyes locked, or lips touched, were inflating it even further. His body has revolted, does it’s own thing regardless of how much he tries to stay in control, something else has taken that from him.

He needs to touch and feel with every part of his body at once: his arms wrap around in reflex and pulls him tightly to the chest sliding along his own, he nuzzles against the neck and listens to the breathing beside his ear as he feels the hot breath skate down the skin of his neck. He can’t get close enough, feel their bodies touch enough… Enough no longer exists for him. There’s a little gasp, almost a sob, like the fluttering of a bird leaving the nest; his body begins to quake from a new sensation as joy rips its way from his toes to his scalp making him tense and curl up around the man inside him. Then it happens: his first boy-gasm.

Like the final moments of a dying star; his breath grows faint, his eyes are closed tight, and he’s uncontrollably reaching a point where something has to give. The tension, the pressure, the sudden expansion of his heart and mind become too much and his body starts to shake. He tries to pull all of this man inside him, to merge their two bodies into one. He needs to feel close, to feel safe, because he feels scared of what’s happening inside him, of the change that’s taking over now. His body has become a silent scream, rising in pitch and intensity, higher and higher and he can’t stop it. It’s too late to turn back now.

At the last, it all explodes outward, escaping from his lips as a moan from the pit of his soul, in a burst of light behind his eyes. The little star has become the supernova and he suddenly comes back to life. He’s not lost in the feeling. He’s found and discovered himself, left an old form behind as dust on the wind, and with that first gasp as a boy he’s entered a new world. It had to happen like this, had to be this way because there would be no other path to this place but in this man’s arms.

There’s no choice now, he belongs to his Daddy. It’s not because that choice has been taken away from him, it’s that there is no other sane alternative in his mind. To be anything less than HIS boy would be like choosing to live in a cave because you are afraid of the light. Fear has no more place within him, Daddy has filled the space that it used to be, and he wraps himself around again; finally being where he’s always belonged.

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