It amazes me how a "Big Dick Energy" of a monster uncut cock attached to hairy, charismatic heterosexual male, has the power to devolve me into this whiny, unflattering, unrecognisable version of self that I'm not proud of. The more he expressed his control the more I devolved; the more he used his words and dick the more I drank the kool-aide of his control.
After having seen him a couple times in Vancouver, I managed to get him across the border to some woman's apartment in Seattle, who he proceeded to knock up in his first several days there.
He would never permit a videographer (beyond my photo of him when I first met him in the park). In retrospect now understand that one's presence would interfere with his particular brand of control. Through his words and presence and penis, I was habituated by him; made addicted to and then trained by him, my becoming utterly dependent at the mere visual of him unzipping his pants.
This went on for about a year (all the encounters are on the website) until one day after he'd finished taking a piss in my mouth he unceremoniously told me that my work was done. He never thanked me but it didn’t matter. The rewards I derive are through helping this man move forward in his life and through serving his need when he permitted me to suck his dick or lick his asshole or by simply providing my mouth to him to do his business when natured called.