Would you like to fuck my Sub?
This is not something that most people will ask you in the pub.
Notice that he did not say ‘boyfriend’.
In all honesty I was rather taken a back.
I was sober you see.
So he asked me again, you want me to lend him to you or what?
His sub, so it transpires, is his property.
He loans him out to friends, acquaintances, drinking buddies.
Does he get a choice in this?
Of course not.
His job is to simply get fucked, or whatever.
Being a nosey bollix I had to find out more.
So what’s the craic? Some BDSM thing? You love him right?
I’m obsessed with love.
It’s my get out of jail card.
When I see something totally weird I think yeah that’s fucked up.
But they love each other.
Isn’t that sweet.
I don’t love him.
He’s my Sub.
Just a hole.
I have a boyfriend.
This wee man is just my property.
Oh and he’s poz…..breed him if you want.
Well that put me into bit of a tailspin.
We all know northern protties are perverts.
But that demented?
A poz cum pig.
Don’t they just exist in pornoland?
I turned down his generous offer.
It was just too fucking weird.
The truth is I am a total fake.
This whole BDSM thing I’m playing out, I’m winging it.
When faced with the real deal, I freak.
I really am a plastic Dom.
Just call me Christian fecking Grey!