**Chapter 1: Initiation of Pleasure**

The dimly lit room was shrouded in an air of anticipation as James, a towering figure at 6'5" with a commanding presence, stood over Regulus, a petite, 5'4" vision of submissive desire. Regulus's eyes were rolled back, a telltale sign of their eagerness for the impending encounter. Their plump, inviting lips parted slightly, releasing a soft sigh that was almost imperceptible. James's gaze roamed over Regulus's physique, lingering on the curves of their considerable rear end. His eyes burned with a fierce intensity, a hunger that Regulus was all too familiar with. This was, after all, a dynamic that had been established long ago – James, the dominant, insatiable force, and Regulus, the willing, needy recipient of his desires. Regulus craved a daddy, a figure to take control and satiate their voracious appetites. And in James, they had found the perfect candidate. His rugged, chiseled features seemed chiseled from granite, his dark brown skin a testament to his potent masculinity. The unmistakable bulge in his pants was a promise of the delights to come. As James began to undress, his massive frame unfolding like a dark, sensual storm cloud, Regulus's eyes grew wider. They couldn't help but fixate on the considerable length of James's penis, a girth that seemed almost designed for plundering the depths of their being. James's deep, commanding voice shattered the silence, "So, Regulus, you're ready to enter little space, aren't you?" The query was laced with a knowing tone, one that brooked no denial. Regulus nodded fervently, their eyes still rolled back in anticipation. "Yes, James, please," they whimpered, their voice trembling. The desperation in their tone was palpable, a siren's call to James's baser instincts. James's response was a dark, husky chuckle. "Good," he rumbled, his hands reaching out to claim Regulus. "Tonight, you'll learn what it truly means to be in little space, to surrender to my whims and desires." As James's fingers closed around Regulus's waist, pulling them into a crushing embrace, Regulus's world began to shrink. Their thoughts grew muddled, consumed by the promise of pleasure and pain that James embodied. In this state, they were a vessel, a plaything for James's desires, and they couldn't wait to be used. The initiation of pleasure was about to begin, and Regulus was ready to submit to James's merciless will. The question was, how far would James push them, and how much would Regulus be able to take? Only time would tell.