The price... bad ending

As the night continued, you felt a strange, unnerving ebbing from your body. It was as if with each thrust, each deep and animal like possession of his body by your organ, you were losing something essential to your very core. Your masculinity, your strength, it was feeding Alex in away, a monster of insatiable desire.

The more you gave, the weaker you became. But the pleasure, the mind-shattering sensations, it kept you entangled, bound by a perverse **** you couldn't resist. Every ounce of your masculinity seemed to pour into Alex with each howling climax, leaving you hollow and spent.

Then, in the throes of one such mind-melting orgasm, you realized what was happening. It was you, your life ****, your manhood, being consumed by this sexy ravenous being. Panic replaced the pleasure as you recoiled, your body twisting and struggling against the tide of deprivation.

But it was too late. As you lay there, defeated and ****, you could feel something inside of you shifting, changing. Your once muscular, powerful form seemed worn, as if the essence that made you a fighter was slipping away. Your strength, now only a memory, echoed through your weakened limbs.

Alex, aware of the change, leaned down and whispered in your ear. "You're mine now," he growled in a voice that was far from meek and passive like he had been when you first met. "I've taken all that you had, and I'll do with you as I please." And with that, he easily held you down with his powerful masculine body, cementing your new reality.

You were left laying passive among the twisted sheets, a shell of your former self, an empty husk, waiting for whatever fate Alex had planned for you. The taste of submission lingered, bitter and repulsive, on your lips. A final reminder of what you'd lost, now it was his turn to take control. Pinning your new weak effeminate body down, thrusting his suddenly large male organ into you as he just kept draining you.

The end of the night saw the once-proud fighter transformed into a weak, shadow of his former self. Alex, satiated, looked down at his prey, his eyes glinting with deranged satisfaction. You knew that for Alex, this was only the beginning. The world would soon discover the wrath of a man driven by desire and fueled by stolen strength.

In this new reality, you were nothing more than a plaything for Alex's twisted fantasies. The echo of your former glory now only a memory, as you laid there, on the brink of ****. Smiling the handsome young Addison caressed your sunken cheek, covering your lip's with his own in a powerful kiss. "I'm sorry lover... but this is just the way it must be... for one to live forever others must die. But just know YOU will always be a very special memory to me." And will that he drained the last of your life **** away, leaving your body a desiccated husk of the strong man you had once been...