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My new go-to fantasy is getting Magni alone, knocking him out, and keeping him chained up somewhere. Probably in the cellar of an abandoned house I fix up enough on the outside to make it look lived in. When he gains consciousness, I'm already thrusting into him. He screams and cries, throwing threats and insults at me, but he's helpless. His tone changes quickly, anger turning into fear and desperation. He pleads for me to stop, but I ignore it. I keep going until I cum. I make sure to clean him up, he's too tired to put up any resistance. I leave for the night. I come to see him everyday to do it again.
The first time I bring him food, I make him watch as I contaminate it with my semen. He's disgusted, but he's starving, so he reluctantly eats as tears stream down his face. I reward his obedience by caressing him gently, stroking his cock while I fuck him, letting him cum with me. This becomes the new routine.
A few weeks pass. I come to visit him less and less. Sometimes it's only to bring him food. I don't touch him. I start leaving him alone for days at a time. His eyes light up each time he sees me, excited for any kind of interaction, but I don't reciprocate. Eventually he caves, starts begging me to come see him more, touch him more. I let him plead and sob until he's too weak to continue. I make him suck me off, guiding him at first since he's lost a lot of strength. When he realizes he has the chance to satisfy me, the chance for me to stay with him longer, he puts whatever energy left into pleasing me. He swallows my cum eagerly. He offers himself to me, and I accept. When I'm satisfied, I clean him up a final time and wait until he drifts off into unconsciousness. I unchain him, unlock the doors, and leave. He'll never see me again, but even when he readjusts to normal life, he won't be able to forget about me. Every stranger he meets will remind him of me, filling him with both fear and desire.
