Last weekend I stopped being polite about it and finally shared Ben. Up until now he’s been mine, but property doesn’t stay sheltered forever. It was time he learned what it actually means to be used.

Indra and Jessie came over knowing exactly what kind of night it was going to be. No confusion. No pretending. I set his limits, made sure everyone understood them, and after that he was there for us. Period.

Dinner came first. Wine flowing, food hot, Ben moving constantly. Refilling glasses, clearing plates, staying just useful enough to remind him what he is. That part he’s already very good at.

Then we got to the real reason they were there.

He got worked. Simple as that. My friends didn’t hesitate and neither did I. He handled being pulled in different directions better than I expected. Stayed hard, stayed focused, didn’t panic. That matters. First time being put in that position and he didn’t fold. And to be blunt, he was commanded not to cum in my friends. They rode him to their climaxes time and time again, and my good boy remained erect without fail.

Oral service was constant. That became his default state anytime we weren’t actively using him otherwise. Both of them had zero complaints, which is exactly what I expect at this point.

Jessie slowed things down at one point and pushed his control. She put him on his back, lubed his hole well and then made slow, passionate love to him, fucking him with her strapon and stroking his cock. He got close to losing it. I saw it immediately. Stepped in, stopped it, reset him. That edge is useful. I’ll use it more later.

Indra took over for a while and brought the pain. She’s got a mean streak I appreciate. We secured him and let her go to work. Not reckless. Precise. Just enough to hurt properly without ruining the rest of the night. He took it. Not quietly, but he took it. Good.

Later on, I decided to push him into something new. We had talked about it before. He was curious, a little unsure. That hesitation lasted about two seconds before I made the call for him. I brougt the party into my main bathroom, just large enough space for Ben to lay in the shower while I sat on his face and gave him his first Golden Shower and drink of me. I plan to write more about this in a future post, as Ben had some pretty big feelings from the experience I think will be helpful to share.

And here’s the thing – he did great that night, and that’s the part I care about. Not whether he’s nervous. Whether he submits once I decide. He did. Completely.

By the end of the night he was wrecked, quiet, and exactly where I wanted him.

My friends got what they came for. I got a much clearer picture of what he can handle.

That’s how you break one in.