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My ex could end an argument just by doing this. No matter what I was saying, a few rubs of his belly and I'd be trailing off, eyes glued to his hand as it rubbed over his big hairy stomach up to his hairy chest. He hadn't even meant to do it the first time. He was shirtless, as usual, big belly poking out and scratched an itch on his chest mid argument. As he did it was like i fell immediately into submission. I had been so mad, but my words started slowing, slurring as I lost focus of what I was saying.

When he stopped, before I knew it, my mouth opened and told him to keep going. He was confused at first but then saw the dazed look on my face, the way my eyes were fixed on his hand, and he rubbed a bit more, watching my head follow his hand as I went silent.

My mind went blank. All I could focus on as the sound his hand made as it rubbed against his bushy chest hair. How I wanted to rub my face into it, into his belly, become his little bitch and let him own me.

"You like that huh babe?" he said with a smug smile.

"Yes," I said.

"On your knees, boy," he commanded, "Come to Daddy."

I dropped to my knees, feeling my cock swelling and pride burning. It was so humiliating that he could do this to me... and it was even more humiliating that I fucking loved it. That just made it hotter... which was even more humiliating... which just made it hotter. My pride became a quiet voice as i slid down the spiral of submission. The fact that he could not only shut me up, but have precum leaking out of my cock over it. That I couldn't fight what my body wanted, no matter how wrong it was.

He stepped closer to me. His belly's bulging mass hung in front of my twinkish body, mesmerizing me.

"You're not mad anymore, right babe?"

"No sir," I said, more precum dripping out of me. After two years of exploring all the triggers that would turn me into his bitch, he didn't have to command me to call him sir when he put me under like this; it was clear who was in charge.

"It didn't matter, did it baby?"

"No sir," I said.

"So babe," he said smiling, "Now I can have you leaking with a few chest rubs?" His hand slid back over his hairy chest. My hips started bucking, hand falling to my throbbing cock and jerking it.

"Thats my little fit boy," he said, grabbing the back of my head and pressing it into his belly. I rubbed my face back and forth in ecstacy, smiling widely as I buried my head in him. He was so big. So in control. And I was his twink slave. I'd never pictured myself with a big guy, but he tamed me, made me into his belly worshipping boy. My tongue rolled out, licking him, worshipping his big belly. He'd pursued me at first, but once he had me, he made me his completely in a few months. He showed me where I belonged as a fit twink: wrapped around a big man, sucking his nipples, rubbing his hairy belly, sucking his cock. Had me waking up sucking him off, licking his pits clean, cooking his breakfast. Thirsting for him all the time. He'd stare indifferently while I sucked his cock for hours. Would wake up to me sucking him, blow a load on my face, and then collapse back over me and fall back asleep on me, making his cum dry on my bitch face. Miss it 🤤 and know i'd drop back to my knees in a second if he asked.

Big boy season is coming 🧸🍁🍂❄️, it's time to find a teddy bear to hibernate together