The Bimbo's Awakening

Regulus's mind was a haze of lust and confusion as he lay there, his body still reeling from the invasion of Sirius's massive cock. He felt empty, unfulfilled, and yet, at the same time, he was aware of a growing sense of dependence on Sirius, a need for him that went beyond physical satisfaction. As he looked up at Sirius, he saw a mixture of dominance and adoration in his eyes, and Regulus knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be. Sirius's grip on Regulus's hips tightened as he continued to thrust, his movements growing more aggressive, more possessive. Regulus felt himself being claimed, marked by Sirius as his property, his plaything. He was nothing more than a toy, a tool for Sirius to use and discard, and yet, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, of satisfaction, at being used in such a way. As Sirius's cock continued to ravage his body, Regulus felt his mind slipping away, his thoughts growing cloudy and disjointed. He was no longer in control, no longer the master of his own destiny. He was a slave, a bimbo, a cockslut whore, and he knew it. The realization was both terrifying and exhilarating, and Regulus felt himself embracing it, surrendering to the void of his own incompetence. When Sirius finally pulled out of him, Regulus felt a pang of disappointment, of loss. He was empty, unfulfilled, and he knew that he needed to be filled again, needed to be used again. He looked up at Sirius, his eyes pleading, his face a mask of vacant adoration. Sirius smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement, and reached down to grab Regulus's chin. "You're mine now," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're my little bimbo, my whore, my plaything. You'll do as I say, and you'll take what I give you, whenever I give it to you." Regulus nodded, his mind a haze of submission, his body trembling with anticipation. He knew that he was nothing more than a toy, a tool for Sirius to use, and he was grateful for it. He was ready to surrender, to give himself over to Sirius completely, to become the ultimate cockslut whore. As Sirius began to dress, Regulus watched him, his eyes vacant, his mind empty. He was waiting, waiting for Sirius to tell him what to do, waiting for him to give him permission to move, to speak, to exist. He was a shell of a man, a hollow vessel, and he knew it. Sirius looked down at him, his eyes narrowing, and said, "Get up, bimbo. It's time for you to learn your place." Regulus nodded, his body responding automatically, and he struggled to his feet, his eyes fixed on Sirius, his mind empty, his heart full of adoration.