The Formative Years of a Slut

Regulus's memories of his childhood were vivid and unapologetic, a testament to the unconventional upbringing he had endured. His father's teachings had begun when he was just a toddler, with lessons on how to suck, ride, and service a cock. At such a young age, Regulus had not fully understood the implications of his father's actions, but he had been eager to please and quick to learn. As he grew older, his father's tutelage only intensified, with Regulus being subjected to a regimen of training that would make even the most seasoned adult blush. His father had been determined to create the perfect slut, and he had spared no expense in ensuring that Regulus received the best education possible. The medicine cabinet in their home had been stocked with an assortment of pills, potions, and elixirs, all designed to enhance Regulus's libido and increase his endurance. Regulus remembered the countless times his father had administered those medications, often with a gentle smile and a reassuring word. His father had been convinced that the key to unlocking Regulus's true potential lay in his ability to perform, to please, and to serve. And so, Regulus had been dosed with medication that would make him more receptive to his father's teachings, more eager to please, and more willing to push the boundaries of what was considered acceptable. As the years passed, Regulus had grown into a confident and capable young man, with a voracious appetite for cock and a deep-seated desire to please. His father's influence had been profound, shaping him into the perfect slut, and Regulus couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards him. But as he looked back on those formative years, Regulus couldn't help but wonder about the long-term effects of his father's actions. Had the medication he had taken damaged him in some fundamental way? Had it altered his brain chemistry, making him more susceptible to his father's manipulation? Regulus didn't have the answers, but he knew that he was still reeling from the consequences of his father's teachings. James's voice cut through his thoughts, breaking the spell that had held him captive. "Regulus, I want you to take me to your place," he said, his eyes burning with an inner fire. "I want to see where you live, to meet your father, and to experience the world that shaped you into the man you are today." Regulus's heart skipped a beat as he considered James's request. He knew that his father would be eager to meet James, to size him up, and to determine whether he was worthy of Regulus's affections. And he knew that his home, with its memories and its history, would be a revelation to James, a glimpse into the world that had created him. With a nod, Regulus acquiesced to James's request, and together they set off towards his home, towards a confrontation with his past, and towards a future that was uncertain.