"A Life of Devotion"

Regulus's thoughts drifted back to his childhood, to the memories that had shaped him into the man he was today. His father's hands, gentle and guiding, had introduced him to the world of cocks when he was just a toddler. He remembered the first time he saw his father's cock, the curiosity and wonder that had filled his young mind. As he grew older, his father's fascination with cocks only intensified, and Regulus found himself caught up in a world of erotic exploration. His father had encouraged him to explore his desires, to learn about the intricacies of the male anatomy. Regulus's earliest memories were of his father's cock, of the way it looked, the way it felt, and the way it tasted. His father's influence had been profound, shaping Regulus's desires and molding him into the man he was today. Regulus's addiction to cocks was a direct result of his father's teachings, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards him. Without his father's guidance, Regulus might have never discovered the joys of sucking cock. As he sat there, James's cock still throbbing in his mouth, Regulus felt a sense of nostalgia wash over him. He remembered the countless hours he had spent with his father, exploring the world of cocks, learning about the different shapes, sizes, and textures. His father had been a patient teacher, and Regulus had been a quick learner. Regulus's eyes drifted up to James, who was watching him with an intense gaze. He knew that James was aware of his history, of the way he had been raised by his father. James's eyes seemed to hold a deep understanding, a sense of empathy that Regulus appreciated. Without breaking the spell, Regulus continued to suck James's cock, his mind lost in the memories of his childhood. He felt a sense of contentment wash over him, a sense of being exactly where he was meant to be. This was his life, a life of devotion to the cock, and he wouldn't have it any other way. As he worked James's cock with his mouth, Regulus felt a sense of connection to his father, a sense of pride in the man he had become. He knew that his father would be proud of him, proud of the way he had taken to his teachings, proud of the way he had become a master of the art of sucking cock. The thought sent a shiver down Regulus's spine, and he moaned softly as James's cock throbbed in his mouth. He was living his best life, a life of devotion to the cock, and he had his father to thank for it.