I awoke a new person.

It sounds dramatic sure, but it was true. My first thought when I woke up was, "Where's Donny?"

The impulse was intense, the literal moment my eyes opened, I wondered where he was and realized how far away I was from him. There was a slight panic as I sat up in a mild panic. I grabbed my phone and was about to text him when I saw there was one waiting.

DONNIE: WHOSE CUNT?

I smiled and typed back.

CONNER: YOURS SIR.

DONNIE: DAMN STRAIGHT, C U AT SCHOOL

The smile on my face could have powered the JLA satellite it was so bright. I took a shower, not touching my cock because Donny hadn't given me permission, and then raced downstairs.

"You got chores," Ma said as I raced out the door.

"On it ma'am!" I called out as I supersped to the back field and got my work done as fast as I could. Seven minutes and another shower later I was on the way to school, my body vibrating as it realized I was getting closer to Donnie.

I opened the doors to the Student Union and he was sitting alone at a table, looking at his phone. My heart skipped a beat and I had to ask myself.

Was this love?

I thought I had been in love with Cassie at the time, if you had asked me there wouldn't have been a doubt in my mind. But just seeing Donnie sparked things inside me, feelings, emotions, reactions…it was like my breathing calmed my heartrate leveled off, just seeing him made me feel insanely happy.

Isn't that love?

As soon as I walked in he looked up and smiled, it was like he could sense me just being there…

Isn't that love?

"Hey," I said, resisting the urge to just jump on him right there in front of everyone.

"Hey bitch," he said softly, the word making me hum inside, "Get us food."

I nodded and walked over to grab us breakfast automatically. I grabbed tons of food and then brought it back, there was a wave of satisfaction that I had provided for him…it was such a weird feeling, but it was there. I sat down and watched him eat, waiting…

He smiled and winked before he nodded, and I grabbed food of my own and began to eat with him.

This was love right?

"So, tryouts are today," he said between bites, "You trying out?"

"Basketball?" I asked and he nodded, "No, I'm no good."

He made a face, "You lying?"

I froze, because I had lied, it was the automatic response I had thought of if someone ever asked me about not going out for sports. I nodded slowly, feeling the fear in my chest as I realized what I was doing.

"Then what's the real reason?" he asked, it was a casual question…but coming from him it had the weight of an order.

"I-I don't want to draw attention to myself…" I said, tiptoeing around the truth.

He considered it and then nodded, "Can't have you showing me up right?"

I shook my head, that was the truth, there was no way I could handle that. The thought I could never be better than Donnie hit me between the eyes and instead of being upset or wanting to challenge it…I just accepted it and smiled, "Never happen."

"Still, I want my girl out there cheering me on," he said taking a strip of bacon from my plate, "You'll be there right?"

I nodded, "Yes sir."

Another smile, "Guys are showing up, chill."

His smile faded and he sat up straighter as his friends sat down at the table, "Awww are you guys gonna share spaghetti and kiss?" one of them asked.

"Someone woke up and chose death," Donnie said laughing as he grabbed the guy's head and put him in a headlock.

I had never been so jealous before in my life.

I wanted to be under his arm, smelling him…a low growl actually came from my throat, and everyone looked at me.

Just as shocked as them I covered it with a cough, "Sorry, coming down with a cold."

Donnie let go of the guy, "So how did everyone do this weekend?"

The guys began to talk about the girls they had hooked up with at the fair, Donnie kept shooting glances at me and smiling, cause we both know how our weekend went.

The bell rang and we headed to class, Donnie behind me whispered, "Gonna tag that pussy at lunch."

I felt my ass back up into him in response. He laughed and swatted it as he walked by,

I spent the next few periods in a daze. What was going on? I still didn't feel gay, I actually spent time looking at other guys in class, seeing if they did anything for me. There were guys I could tell that were in shape and…objectively were good looking, I guess. I mean, I was judging against myself and the people that were considered hot. Actors, singers, superheroes, you know the basics, but no one did anything for me. In fact, there were a couple of girls I thought were hot, but as soon as I thought about them, I knew they'd think Donnie was hotter.

So, I wasn't gay?

This was so confusing, so I wasn't into guys, but I was into Donnie? Thinking about sex with guys made me sick but thinking about Donnie taking me got me hard. I had no idea what had been going on with me, but I wasn't the same, that much I knew.

By the time I got to science I was confused all over again, this wasn't right, something was off…

And then he walked in the room.

Just like that my doubts were gone. I almost stood up as he walked towards me, my smile was Joker like as he got close and sat next to me. He leaned in, "Miss me?"

I nodded, knowing I couldn't trust myself to speak at the moment.

The class started and he grabbed my hand under the desk and pulled it over to his crotch. I felt a thrill move through me as his hard cock throbbed under my hand. As I rubbed it, I could hear the whispers in the back of my mind, how was this not gay? Why was I doing this? But my body didn't care, the more I felt him up the more excited I got.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," he said out of the corner of his mouth, "Wait ten minutes and do the same. Got it?"

I nodded.

He raised his hand and asked if he could go, I watched his ass move in his jeans as he walked out…how was this not gay? And why did I not care?

I waited as long as I could then asked to go to the bathroom as well. I took the hall pass and made my way down the hall, my dick leaking in my jeans as I got closer. Why was I doing this? My brain was asking so many questions but my body, my soul…I didn't care.

And that made me wonder as well, but I never stopped walking.

The boy's bathroom as empty, I went to the last stall and opened the door, what I saw took my breath away. He was shirtless, stroking his cock with his jeans around his ankles. His body was…just flawless as always and his cock looked like it was a fucking rocket jutting up from his crotch.

"Close your mouth," he said with a lewd grin, "You're gonna catch flies."

I hadn't even realized my jaw had dropped I was so stunned.

"Well get in and close the door you fucking idiot."

That broke my stupor and I walked into the handicap stall and closed the door behind me.

"Why do you still have clothes on?" he growled, and I literally felt my body vibrate in response.

I kicked my shoes off and pulled my shirt off over my head in a rush. Once it was off, I saw the look of primal hunger on his face as he stared at my torso, and I felt a swell of pride. He really liked the way I looked, my body turned him on…and that turned me on. I flexed my abs and brought my arms up, not in a display of bravado or showing off, instead showing my man what exactly he owned.

I had done this a million times before, flex and pose, each time for my own ego and amusement. I did it to flirt with Tim, I did it to turn on Cassie, I did it in public to show the world how hot I was, I mean it was a pretty textbook Conner move. But here, in this stall, it was none of that. This was a show, this was me trying to gain my mate's attention, a dance to allure this fucking beast of a man to fuck me…right here…right now.

I was presenting myself to him as an offering, as his bitch…as a cunt to breed.

"You are so fucking hot," he finally said, "Drop your pants."

Now came my surprise, what I had made sure to wear when I left the house this morning. I slowly pulled my jeans down over my hips, revealing the worn, white jock strap I had put on after my chores. My cock strained at the pouch, the front already stained by my precum. I stepped out of my jeans and stood there, naked save my jock and socks.

Now it was his turn for his jaw to drop, he just ogled me, raw lust portrayed on his face.

I raised my hands over my head, flaring my lats, "Donnie…please fuck me."

Why was I acting so slutty? Why did this happen every time I got naked in front of him? Why did I just start begging him to fuck me like a common whore?

And why didn't I care?

He reached out with both hands, "Come here you sexy cunt…"

I walked over and he grabbed my waist, guiding me to his lap. I felt his cock slide through my ass cheeks as I sat, he leaned up and kissed me, making my head swim with emotion. I moaned his hands moved up the muscles of my back, groping me, feeling me up…taking stock of what he owned and how he was going to abuse it.

"You are so sexy," he said nuzzling into my neck as I exposed my throat, letting him do whatever he wanted to me, "Who owns you?" he asked as he began to nibble on my neck.

"Fuck, you do Donnie…" I gasped, "Only you…"

He moved down my pec and nipped at my nipple, causing me to jerk from the pain/pleasure. He moved to the other, making me bite my bottom lip to save from moaning out loud. My head was spinning again and all thoughts I had about this not being normal had fled. This was right, completely right and I wanted so much more.

He puled back and looked down at me the same way a starving man looks at a six-course meal. My abs were smeared with my own precum from my cock being smashed between our eight packs. He just took me in and then smiled, "My girl…"

I put my hands on the back of my head, showing my body off again as I flexed, "My man…"

He traced his fingers over my chest, and I shivered…and then I could see his face change from lust to possession in a snap. He grabbed my neck, and I felt my air get cut off, "Mine!"

It was sudden but I understood it completely, this wasn't sex, this wasn't love…this was control and he wanted it all. I whimpered as I just took it, submitting to him completely. He didn't want me to agree or to give permission, this was where I laid down and bared my throat for him…letting him know he could take me anytime he wanted.

His mouth was up against my throat, and I could feel his teeth moving across my jugular…I shook as I felt him smell me, taste of my fear, my complete surrender. He moved up to my jawline and licked my cheek, "All mine…"

I didn't move, if I did, he would snap at me, reminding me I had no choice in the matter.

He was about to fuck me, there wasn't a doubt in either of our heads…but it was more than sex. There was something else just on the edge that made it…dangerous. He was daring me to resist, to deny him, which I would never but like everything between us, it was a test. I felt him slide his cock up and down my crack and I shuddered, the craving of wanting him in me was overwhelming.

Our eyes locked and time seemed to stop, we were like drowning men, gasping for one last lungful of air before we went under for the last time. I could see it in his eyes, he was as far gone into this as I was, if not more. Neither one of us was in control anymore, we had to do this, it simply what was going to happen next.

He snarled and I looked down, and knew this was wrong, completely wrong. I got off his lap, never looking up, slowly I turned around and then backed into him, I felt his hands grab my hips and guide his cock to my hole. I whined as I felt him enter me, I pushed down on his enormous shaft, his thickness filling my hole with glorious pain. The walls of my cunt quivered around him as I kept pressing back, more and more, taking every single inch of him into me like it was life itself.

I couldn't stop until he was fully in me, he did nothing, just sat there, as the whore I was expected to fuck myself on him, which I began to do willingly. I grunted as I pulled myself up and slammed back down onto him, feeling my eyes roll back as he hit that thing inside of me that made me want to be his bitch so bad.

"Donnie…" I cried as I did it again and again, each impact like an earthquake in my mind, shattering my resolve and control and making me speed up like a man possessed.

"Yeah, ride that cock bitch," he growled, still not moving at all. He wasn't here to fuck me, he wasn't here to work, he was here to watch his girl impale herself on him until she exploded. I wasn't a human being, I wasn't even a toy, I was simply the object that his cock was going to use to get himself off on.

And I did so enthusiastically.

Hands on my thighs I slammed back onto him, my whole life existing inside that cock. I didn't dare touch myself; I could blow at any second, but I couldn't cum first, I wasn't allowed. He had to cum first, he had to get off. This wasn't about me, it was never about me, it was always about Donnie and how much pleasure I could bring him.

"Oh Donnie…oh fuck me…" I begged, needing more, wanting to be punished…

I felt his hands move up my chest, "Yeah my baby has beautiful tits," he said tweaking my nipples, "Come on sexy give me a lap dance…"

I raised my hands over my head and began to grind back on his cock, feeling his massive head just smash the inside of my cunt mercilessly. I felt like such a cheap whore as he molested my torso while I mewled riding his cock, oh god this was so fucking good…why did I love this so much?

"Who's my whore?" he asked, twisting my nipples, "Who is my fucking cock slut?"

"Me Donnie," I breathed, "I am…me…"

"You want me to breed you cunt?" he asked, the question exploding in my head, "You want my babies in you?"

Something broke in me; I could feel it. It felt like the final letter being turned around, the puzzle was solved, and I lost it.

"Breed me," I cried out, "Please Donnie, I'm your mate…please…please…"

He grabbed my waist, and I could feel the intensity, "Fuck yeah you are!" he roared and began to push up.

I let out a startled squeak as he punched my cunt so hard, I saw stars, my eyes rolled back in my head as he began to push me down on his cock like I was a fucking hand puppet. This was different than before, this wasn't just rough sex, wasn't just a brutal fuck…this was something else, something much more primal.

"Fucking my bitch, my fucking bitch," he raged, "Fucking take my seed…take it."

I was a babbling fool, all I could do was drool and sputter, "Yours…your bitch…yours…" as he grudge fucked me within an inch of my life. It was transcendent, every time he stretched my walls, I felt my mind just glow with contentment, wanting more, needing it all, hoping it never ended.

"Beg…beg for it…" he commanded.

"Please Donnie…fuck your bitch, breed me, please, please…fuck your girl…fuck me…oh god more…"

He pulled me down harder and I lost the ability to talk, all I could do was whimper each time he forced his way into me. I was a in a daze, lost in the fuck…my eyes unfocused, starting ahead with drool running down my chin when I saw it.

A shadow.

It wasn't moving, but I could see it in the crack of the door, a shadow, right there…watching.

I tried to say something but he let out a grunt and began to speed up, meaning he was about to cum.

"Fuck yeah…my cunt…mine…"

I kept trying to hold on, so I could say something, warn him, but knowing he was about to shoot in me, flooding my cunt with his babies…I stopped caring again. My whole mind only focused on being a good bitch.

"Please…mate me…breed me…Donnie…please…" I cried as I felt him begin to shoot in me.

The second I felt his cock expand mine went as well.

Cum flew up over my abs and chest, hitting my face, landing on my lips as I felt my man load paint the inside of my pussy properly. Part of me knew I was being watched but the other part didn't care, I was being bred by my man, I was a good bitch…

I wanted everyone to know in that moment.

I fell back onto his chest as the last of my load dripped down my chest, his hands smeared it all over me as he bit my shoulder, marking me as his property again.

We sat there, sweaty, empty, satisfied as we ever had been, slowly coming back to our senses.

I looked and the shadow was gone and I could swear I heard the bathroom door quietly close. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't even move, I was so spent from being bred.

"Good bitch," he whispered in my ear, and I smiled contently, not giving a fuck about anything else.

I had pleased my man…the world was perfect again.