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Training My Perfect Cock-Hungry Twink:
How I Broke Angel Into My Personal Anal Whore
I first spotted Angel in that dingy little club bathroom, all soft curves and pretty little face, skinny hips swaying like he already knew he belonged on his knees. Fiery ginger that I am, red hair cascading down my back, I decided right then he was mine to ruin. The perfect submissive twink for cock. Not just any cock—mine to control, to stretch, to own completely. No limits. Anything goes. And I was going to turn this sexy little gay boy into the ultimate plugged, leaking, desperate anal slut.
That first night I dragged him back to my place, stripped him naked, and made him watch while I selected the biggest pink plug from my toy drawer. “Bend over, Angel. Present that pretty hole.” He hesitated for half a second. I slapped his ass hard enough to leave a glowing handprint. “Now.” He scrambled onto all fours on the tiled floor, stockings already halfway up those smooth thighs because I had dressed him that way on purpose. Feminized. Soft. Ready.
I lubed the jewel-ended plug generously and pressed it against his tight pink pucker. He whimpered as the thick bulb stretched him open, inch by thick inch, until it popped inside and settled deep. His little cock twitched and leaked onto the floor. I locked a shiny chastity cage around it before he could even think about touching himself. “From now on, this hole is for cock. Your cock stays locked and useless. You’re going to learn to cum from your ass alone.”
Every day after that became training. I kept him in sheer pantyhose that hugged his plump little ass and framed the plug perfectly. I’d make him walk around the apartment with that jewel gleaming between his cheeks, cock cage dangling and dripping. When I wanted him, I bent him over the kitchen counter, yanked the plug free with a wet pop, and buried my strap deep in one long thrust. He screamed into the marble while I fucked him senseless, using him like the living fleshlight he was becoming.
I edged him for hours. Forced him to hold the plug while I stroked his locked cock through the cage with a vibrating wand until he sobbed and begged. Then I’d deny him completely and shove an even bigger plug back in. “Good boys don’t cum from their cocks. Good boys cum when their holes are full of thick cock and they can’t hold it anymore.”
The night I finally let him cum from pure anal was pure filth. I had him on all fours in the bathroom, stockings black and shiny, plug already deep. I replaced it with my biggest strap, fucked him in long, punishing strokes until his whole body shook. When I ordered him to cum, he did—spurting through the cage in thick ropes that painted the tiles while his hole clenched and milked my cock like it was starving. He collapsed, shaking, plug shoved straight back in before he could even recover.
Now Angel is exactly what I wanted: a sexy little twink whose only purpose is to be open, plugged, and ready for cock. He thanks me every time I stretch him. He begs to be used harder. And when I want to hear that soft, desperate voice while I play with him from afar…
Talk dirty with me live and hear exactly how I train my boys: Talk to Wilder
Or get filthy texts from your favorite fiery ginger: Sext Wilder
Angel is mine. And this is only the beginning of how far I’ll take him.
