He stood there, jeans drawn down to exhibit his magnificent globes, head empty, eagerly awaiting your commands.
You’ve dreamed of having this kind of power, and now it was yours to use at your leisure. All it took was a single drop of blood, a pact with some unknown entity, and now your voice can compel anyone to do anything you want them to do. So you did what any reasonable gay man would do. You rendered your hot hetero alpha bully mindless and now his body is yours to have your way with. But first you just want to stare. You just want to drink in the beautiful site of his bare flesh. You’ll partake eventually of course, but you prefer to pay with your food, before diving in and taking a bite.
A tear rolls down his cheek but you don’t notice. He’s struggling hard to push a thought, any thought, any piece of resistance through the fog you’ve created. Somewhere deep down, He’s beginning to regret the way he’s treated you, but you don’t care. Your going to Fuck him violently by the time the night ends. And your going to tell him to enjoy every minute of it.