The injections burn. I don't want to struggle against you, I know this is what's good for me- that's what you told me, after all, but it's so hard.
So you start shoving your muscular thigh between mine and rubbing against my hardening t cock while you do it.
Eventually, I'll just feel the pressure of your flesh against my growing, throbbing dick, and not worry about the pain of the fluid flowing under my skin, changing me at your behest.
Eventually, I'll be so conditioned, I won't be able to cum without the shot. I'll finally start begging you for it. Begging you to change me. Even though I know it'll make me hornier, I know it'll make the ache worse, I'll just need more and more and more.
I won't be able to stop.
I don't want to stop.
You don't want me to stop.
You won't let me stop.
I'm your faggot now, and there's no going back.
