#bhhhhnnbnn my small small small brain would explode if Alejandro so much as looked at me

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I really hope I didnt squick you out with that bloody Konig ask. That's the last thing I'd want and I'm so sorry if I did. Instead I present for your consideration: Alejandro the king of inspections. You're his pet--his good little puppy--and you know he loves you but he won't settle for less than perfection.

Posture, presentation, and perseverance are the rules you live by in his bedroom. When he orders you to assume a position-at ease, bent double over his desk, on your knees-you do  not move. Squirming about earns you exactly one swat to the back of your thighs. If he has to warn you again, you get nothing at all.

He'll examine you thoroughly, looking first over your clothes. The most minor infractions earn you a slap: a crooked hem, a spot of lint, a hair out place. He expects an apology, one you gladly give, the sting of the slap and the humiliation of it all leaving your head fuzzy and your bits dripping. Only when he's satisfied with your penatence does he order you to strip, allowing youths honour of presenting yourself to him, head bowed, body pliant and willing.

Thats when he'd finally put hands on you, his rough palms all over your skin. He'd manhandle you about, appraising you as one might prized livestock. He'd spread you open with thick fingers, rubbing over your most sensitive spots, pretending not to notice how your thighs tremble.

Sometimes your sensitivity gets the better of you and you whine and push back against him. It earns your a volley of harsh slaps against your thighs and ass, but the groan that vibrates through his chest tells you it isn't entirely unappriacted.

By the time he slides his fingers into your holes, your practically vibrating, fighting to keep still. He spreads them wide, stretching you out and whispering filth into your ears: "Squeezing my fingers so tight, chachurro, I don't think it will fit." He'd stroke the side of your face, a loving gesture that ends in a harsh slap, "not that you deserve it."

You'd beg for permission to speak, beg for a chance to convince him he's wrong, but his patience runs shockingly deep and he's got all night to take you apart. You'll prove yourself to him no doubt, but on his timeline, not your own.

HI FIRSTLY, no you didn’t squick me at all, I just prefer having any touchier content to be of my own just to keep responsibly on me.

Secondly, PLEASE get ur little ass off anon and POST THESE. And then hmu, ur writing is sick. This made me feel all fuzzy and nervous holy fuck.