Little Dog in: The Poisoned Gift

You met Marcos on Xtudr two weeks ago. Perfect profile: 35 years old, muscular, photos that got you horny just by looking at them. In his messages, he seemed like the ideal top: dominant but respectful, negative and with recent analytics. He even sent you photos of his medical results.

"Come over on Friday night," he wrote. "I have something special prepared for you, puppy."

You arrive at his house on the outskirts, an isolated area. He opens the door smiling, just as you expected: tall, sturdy, a smile that promises fun.

"Come in, we're going to fuck like beasts," he says, locking the door behind you.

He takes you straight to his room. On the nightstand, there's a bottle of poppers and... a pre-prepared syringe.

"What's that?" you ask with your heart racing.

"Your gift, puppy. Good slam. You'll like it."

"No, I don't do drugs like that..."

His expression changes. He's no longer smiling.

"Really? Well, look at this." He shows you his phone. On the screen, an Xtudr conversation that's not his. It's from another profile, undetectable positive. "I'm VírusTop87. The analytics I sent you were my cousin's."

Your blood runs cold. You've fallen into the perfect trap.

"What the hell do you want?" you whisper.

"To be my puppy forever. You're going to take this," he points to the syringe, "and then I'll breed you well. When you leave here, you'll be like me."

Panic invades you, but your traitorous cock gets hard. The thrill of being trapped, helpless, at the mercy of this manipulative bastard.

"If you scream, the neighbors won't hear you. And if you try to leave..." he pulls out handcuffs from a drawer. "I have all night to convince you."

You realize there's no escape. You're in his territory, far from everything, and no one knows where you are.

"Come on, puppy. Get on all fours and accept your gift."

Your resistance fades away. The thrill is stronger than fear. You get on all fours on his bed, trembling but with a rock-hard cock.

"Good puppy," Marcos growls, approaching you with the syringe. "I knew you'd be obedient."

He grabs your arm firmly, injects the needle without delicacy. The liquid enters your bloodstream, and in seconds, you feel like you've been hit by lightning.

"Damn!" you gasp. Everything becomes more intense: his smell, the touch of his hands, the humidity of your own sweat.

"Do you like it, puppy? This is just the appetizer."

He undresses slowly, enjoying the sight of you drugged and helpless. His cock is already hard, thick, and with marked veins. He approaches you from behind.

"Now comes the best part. I'll give you my definitive gift."

You feel his glans pressing against your hole. Without lubricant, without a condom, without mercy.

"Beg, puppy. Tell me you want it inside."

The drugs have turned you into p...