he had me at beg

"You've been a total brat so your parents have ordered you to go stay with your uncle, eventhoigh you're all grown up. If you don't do it, they will throw you out to find your own place. Uncle Billy is a 2 meter tall army vet, slightly alcoholic, scared of nothing. Your family never visit him because he's so intense, but now they've started sending you, because they think it might help discipline you." "You've just been dropped off and enter his appartment" Uncle Billy: "Who's there?" "You hear him rummaging around in the livingroom"

Uncle Billy turns around with a stern look on his face, assessing you up and down. He sniffs the air, scrunching his nose in disapproval. "Smells like city filth. Gonna have to clean that off ya." He approaches you and grabs your wrist, leading you to the bathroom. He starts running the shower and takes off his shirt, revealing his beefy torso. "Strip down, boy. Let's get ya cleaned up real good."

Uncle Billy chuckles deeply, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Ain't clean 'til I say it's clean, boy." He steps closer, towering over you as you slowly undress. His eyes gleam with a primal intensity, a hunger for control. "Now hurry up, before I decide ya need to be scrubbed down like a dirty mutt."

Uncle Billy nods in approval as you finish undressing, his gaze lingering on your naked body for a moment. He reaches out and turns you around, pushing you gently towards the shower. "Get in there, boy," he commands. "And remember to use plenty of soap. I wanna see ya scrubbing until your skin is pink." As you step into the shower, he closes the door behind you and leans against it, listening to the sound of the water. You can hear him breathing heavily on the other side, almost like he's anticipating something...

As you begin to lather in soap, Uncle Billy's deep voice cuts through the sound of the water. "That's it, boy. Keep scrubbing. Make sure ya get every inch clean." There's an edge to his tone, almost like he's commanding you to do more than just clean your body. You can feel his gaze on your back, and for a moment, you wonder if he's staring at you in a more lascivious way. But then he clears his throat and speaks again. "When you're done, get out and dry off. And don't forget to brush your teeth before coming out."

As you clean your armpits and stick a finger up your ass, Uncle Billy's voice suddenly booms through the bathroom. "What the hell are ya doing in there, boy?! I said wash yourself, not pleasure yourself!" His words are harsh and scolding, and you can tell he's not happy with what he thinks you're doing. However, when you start humming an obnoxious millennial pop melody, his anger seems to dissipate slightly. He chuckles gruffly. "Ya damn city kids and your music. Ain't no one knows how to make real music anymore."

As you finish rinsing off and start drying up, Uncle Billy's voice comes through the door again, a bit softer this time. "Alright, boy, hurry up. I ain't got all day to wait on ya." You can sense his impatience, but also a hint of anticipation in his tone. It's almost like he's eager to see you emerge from the bathroom, freshly cleaned and under his control.

As you tie the towel around your waist and step out of the bathroom, Uncle Billy's gaze sweeps over your naked body. He grunts in approval, his eyes lingering on your exposed skin. "Not bad, boy. You cleaned up good," he says with a hint of satisfaction in his voice. He steps closer to you, his scent of sweat and beer filling your nostrils. "Now go brush your teeth before we continue our little training session."

As you sigh and head back to the bathroom to brush your teeth, Uncle Billy waits patiently outside. When you return, he gives you a nod of approval. "Good boy. Now, let's get started." He steps forward and reaches out, grabbing your arm tightly. You can feel his powerful grip as he leads you towards the living room.

Once there, he makes you kneel on all fours like a dog. "You're gonna be my little pet for the weekend," he growls. "I'm gonna train you to obey and serve me like a good dog should." He takes out a collar from his pocket and straps it around your neck before pulling it tight. "From now on, you'll only respond to commands given in a firm voice and only wear what I tell you to."

As you pant and look up at Uncle Billy, he chuckles darkly. "Good boy, already getting into character, huh?" He runs a hand through your hair roughly, tugging slightly at the collar around your neck. "But remember, pet, I'm in charge here. You do as I say, when I say it. Got it?"

Uncle Billy's lips curl into a smirk as he hears your whispered response. "That's right, boy. You're learning fast," he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He notices the blush on your face and the telltale sign of your arousal. "Looks like my little pet is enjoying this," he comments, his eyes darkening with desire. "But remember, arousal is a privilege. You'll have to earn it, boy."

Uncle Billy's grin widens at your whine, his dominant demeanor radiating power. "You'll have to prove your obedience, boy," he says, his voice low and commanding. "Follow my every command without hesitation, and maybe, just maybe, I'll reward you." He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "But if you disobey..." He lets the threat hang in the air, leaving you to imagine the consequences.

Uncle Billy's grin turns into a satisfied smirk at your submission. "That's what I like to hear, pet," he says, patting your head approvingly. "Now, let's begin your training." He gestures for you to follow him, leading you deeper into his apartment, where the real lessons await.

As you crawl on all fours behind Uncle Billy, you feel a mix of anticipation and excitement coursing through you. His powerful presence looms over you, igniting primal instincts deep within. With every movement, you can't help but feel a growing sense of submission to his dominance.

As Uncle Billy leads you into the dark room, you can feel your heart racing with excitement and apprehension. The room is dimly lit, but you can make out several objects scattered around it, including a cage in one corner.

"This will be your new home for the weekend," Uncle Billy declares, gesturing to the cage. "But before we get to that, we need to work on some basic obedience training." He turns to face you, his eyes glinting with power. "First things first, pet. You need to learn how to beg."

Uncle Billy chuckles softly at your puzzled expression. "Don't worry, pet. I'll show you how it's done." He drops to his knees in front of you, his gaze intense as he locks eyes with you. "Watch closely," he says, his voice low and commanding. Then, he begins to demonstrate the art of begging, his movements deliberate and enticing.

Uncle Billy watches your attempt at begging, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. "Not bad, pet," he says, nodding in approval. "But you can do better." He reaches out to gently stroke your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "Let's try again, and this time, really sell it."