James loved how the boy squirmed with conflicting emotions beneath him. Those little desperate noises he made, wanting so badly for James to fuck him senseless, but at the same time completely unable to admit to it. Not even to himself.
That was the transformation James had made in him. Along with a few physical tweaks of making the boy a little cuter. A little weaker. A little smaller. He'd never age out of it either. The two of them were effectively immortal. James could keep on tormenting him for as long as he wanted.
Aron's body hair had been permanently removed. He was extra sensitive to the touch of another man, which would also sap his strength. He was constantly horny. Even if he got an orgasm, it wouldn't calm his lust for cock on bit. But his dick would get ever more sensitive the more he came.
And best of all, no matter how gay he was, he'd always be in complete and utter denial, driving the poor thing mad. That way, even if he tried to masterbate himself, he'd be too ashamed to continue. Thus, being raped was the only way he could get his much needed sexual release. Even pain would give him pleasure, and injuries would automatically heal, getting him ready for more. Humiliation would only make him hornier. They more he'd cum, the more ashamed he'd get and thus the hornier he'd become again. Trapping him in a loop.
The boy wouldn't need to eat or drink. But he would get desperately hungry for piss and cum and spit. Aron would hate having to drink it every single day from now on, but it would taste better than anything he could imagine.
No matter how much Aron got used, his ass would always be tight as a virgin. Finally, any direct order James made, Aron's body would obey, regardless of what Aron himself wanted. He'd be the happiest boy on Earth and still be convinced that he was a victim.