"Consumed by Desire"

The days blurred together as James's relentless assault on Regulus's body continued, his cock claiming Regulus as its own, molding him into a slave of pure, unadulterated lust. Every morning, James would wake Regulus up with a kiss, his hands roaming over Regulus's body as he stirred him into arousal. Regulus would try to protest, but James would just smile and take him, his hips pumping furiously as he filled Regulus with his cock. As the days turned into a week, Regulus's body began to change, his muscles weakening as he grew more and more dependent on James's daily fix. He would lie in bed, his mind a jumbled mess of thoughts, but one thing remained constant - the craving for James's cock. He couldn't think about anything else, his every waking moment consumed by the desire to be full, to be taken. James watched with a satisfied smile as Regulus's transformation progressed, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he saw the fight draining out of Regulus's body. Regulus's posture slumped, his shoulders rolling forward as he surrendered to his new role as James's plaything. Their days became a monotonous routine of sex, sleep, and repeat, Regulus's body craving the next fix like a junkie needing a hit. James would take him in the morning, his cock claiming Regulus as its own, and then again in the afternoon, his hips pumping furiously as he filled Regulus with his seed. Regulus's mind was a haze of lust and desire, his thoughts reduced to a single, all-consuming question - when would he next be full? He would lie in bed, his body aching with need, as he waited for James to come to him. James would smile and take him, his cock filling Regulus to the hilt, and for a brief moment, all would be right with the world. As the days turned into two weeks, Regulus's body was a shadow of its former self, his muscles wasted, his eyes sunken. But despite his physical decline, Regulus's desire for James's cock only grew stronger, his every waking moment consumed by the craving for that next fix. He was a slave to his lust, a cock-addicted slut, and James was his master. James's grip on Regulus tightened, his fingers digging deep into Regulus's skin as he pulled him close. "You're mine now," James whispered, his voice low and husky. "You'll do anything for my cock, won't you?" Regulus nodded, his body trembling with desire, as he surrendered to his new role as James's plaything.