Before being groomed, Eli was like many carbon copy twinks in the world. He was preoccupied with looks, youth, vanity, and status. Not wealth or power, but wanting to be wanted. He did everything he could think of to be desired by men of substance. Tattooing his body, piercing his flesh, marking himself to look as he thought others wanted him to look. But deep down, his desire was much more simple. He didn’t just want to be wanted. He wanted to be owned. Claimed, fucked, and filled by a powerful man who could see beyond the set dressing of his body and into his soul. To see what he really was: a boy, a submissive, and a slave.