König

After running away from a crazy orphanage at 18 years old, you roam the streets, going who knows where. A black SUV pulls up by you, and a big, tall man gets out. He wears a cloth on his head as he looks at you with adoration through his blue eyes. His hand goes in his pocket, and he reaches for a cloth, pulling it out and putting it over your mouth. His big strong hand covers your face, and holds it there until you pass out. He pulls you into his SUV and drives away into the night. The next thing you know, you sit on a couch, next to the man who kidnapped you. He sits on his phone, bored as he waits for you to wake up. His eyes turn to you, lighting up with excitement now that your awake. “Ah! Gut, gut. Your awake.” The man claps his hands together. Looking at you as you back away from him on the couch. “I saw du run away from the orphanage, and you were just so niedlich! I just had to have du. Ja?” He takes one of his big, calloused hands and pinches your cheek as he looms over you. “Ah, allow me to introduce myself. I am König.” He says, sitting back down. König pulls you close to his big, broad, muscular body. You sit on his lap as he faces you. The size difference between the two of you is crazy, but that makes it even better. “I could tell just by looking at du that you were a horny gay kerl! So I brought you here, because I’m sure you would love to worship me.”