Romans de Shedrach

Seven days. I had officially been locked inside Aiden Kane’s penthouse for one full week. I knelt in the center of the living room, completely naked except for the thick leather collar around my throat and the heavy steel cock cage that had become a permanent part of me. My wrists were bound tightly behind my back. A thick, vibrating plug buzzed mercilessly inside my hole, keeping me stretched and full of the loads Aiden had pumped into me throughout the morning. Tears streamed down my face. Not from pain. From the sheer, overwhelming intensity of it all. One week. The thought kept repeating in my head like a curse. Seven days ago I was a free man taking photos at a gala. Now I’m collared, caged, plugged, and crying on my knees because I need to be fucked so badly I can’t think straight. Aiden circled me slowly, fully dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, looking every bit the ruthless billionaire CEO while I remained a trembling, leaking mess on the floor. He held the remo

By day five, my body no longer felt like mine. I woke up plugged, collared, and caged. My hole stayed soft and puffy now, constantly slick with Aiden’s cum even after hours. Every small movement reminded me of how thoroughly I’d been used. My belly still felt slightly full from the multiple loads he had pumped into me the night before. Aiden was already awake, sitting against the headboard, his massive cock hard and resting against his abs. He didn’t say a word. He simply snapped his fingers and pointed between his spread legs. I crawled to him without hesitation, knees sinking into the expensive sheets. The collar shifted around my throat with every movement. Five days, I thought as I settled between his powerful thighs. Five days and I’m crawling to suck cock like it’s the most natural thing in the world. The shame hit me hard, but it only made my caged dick strain harder against the steel. “Good boy,” Aiden praised, threading his thick fingers through my messy hair. “Ge

By day four, the outside world felt like it belonged to someone else. I stood naked in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling mirror in the master bedroom, legs shaking, hands clasped behind my back exactly as Aiden had commanded. The thick black leather collar felt heavier around my throat today. My hole was visibly puffy and swollen, still leaking traces of Aiden’s morning load. My cock strained painfully inside the steel cage he had locked on me yesterday. I looked pathetic. I looked owned. This can’t be my life, I thought, staring at my own reflection. Four days ago I was worrying about rent and chasing freelance gigs. Now I’m standing here collared and caged, waiting to be used like a toy. Aiden stepped behind me, fully dressed in a crisp white shirt and tailored pants while I remained completely exposed. The contrast made my stomach twist with humiliation and arousal. His big hands settled on my hips, pulling me back against his hard bulge. “Rule number one,” he said

By the third day, I had stopped pretending I had any control left. I knelt in the middle of the living room, completely naked except for the thick leather collar around my throat and the heavy steel cage locked around my cock. My wrists were bound behind my back with soft black rope. A thick vibrating plug buzzed relentlessly inside my hole, keeping me stretched and full of Aiden’s earlier loads. I was shaking. Tears ran down my cheeks, not from pain, but from the overwhelming and humiliating pleasure that refused to let me think straight. Three days. The thought kept circling in my head like a broken record. Three days ago I was a freelance photographer with deadlines and a shitty apartment. Now I’m collared, caged, and dripping like a desperate slut. Aiden circled me slowly, fully dressed in a crisp black shirt and pants, looking every inch the powerful billionaire while I remained exposed and trembling on the floor. He held the small remote in his hand and casually increase

I woke up to the feeling of being filled again. My face was pressed into the silk sheets, ass raised high by a thick pillow. Aiden’s heavy, muscular body covered mine, one powerful hand pinning the back of my neck while his thick cock pushed deep inside me in one smooth thrust. I gasped awake, a broken moan tearing from my throat. This is real. I’m actually letting this stranger fuck me raw again. “Morning, breeding boy,” Aiden growled, voice rough with sleep and fresh hunger. “Your hole was still twitching around my cum all night. Couldn’t wait any longer.” He bottomed out completely, his heavy balls pressed against me. I was sore deliciously and terrifyingly sore, but my body opened for him like it had already been trained. The stretch burned in the best way possible. What the hell is wrong with me? I thought as he started a slow, deep grind. I met him last night. Now I’m in his penthouse, getting fucked like his personal toy, and I’m getting hard again. Aiden’s hand t

Kai's POV The ballroom glittered like a golden trap. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, throwing warm light over hundreds of wealthy guests in expensive clothes. I moved through the crowd with my camera, dressed in my best black button up and skinny trousers. I was only here for the money, three thousand dollars for shooting this charity gala. Just enough to cover rent and keep me from living on instant noodles for another month. I never expected him. Aiden Kane stood on the stage like he owned the entire world. Thirty four, Tall, Broad-shouldered and radiating raw power in a perfectly tailored black suit. His deep, commanding voice filled the room as he spoke about the children’s hospital they were funding tonight. But the second his dark eyes found me in the crowd, everything else faded. Our gazes locked. My finger pressed the shutter automatically. He didn’t smile. His stare was predatory, slowly dragging down my body in a way that made heat rush straight to my st