LOGINThe days after I officially declined the luxury watch campaign blurred into a heavy, suffocating routine that swallowed me whole. I woke up every morning the same way, plugged, collared, and already leaking from the night before. Aiden would fuck me slow and deep while I was still half-asleep, his massive cock stretching me open as golden sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The familiar wet, squelching sounds of him sliding through his own thick cum filled the room, mixed with my broken, sleepy moans and the faint creak of the oversized bed. This morning was no different. He had me on my back in a deep mating press, my legs hooked over his broad shoulders, ankles by my ears. The position folded me in half and let him drive impossibly deep. Every powerful thrust made my swollen, cum-bloated belly jiggle slightly from how full he kept me. The titanium collar clicked softly against my heated skin with each movement, a constant cold reminder against my flushed, swea
The email was sent. I stared at the confirmation screen for a long time, the cursor blinking mockingly like a heartbeat I could no longer control. The luxury watch campaign, the one that could have been my breakthrough was officially gone and Declined. Because I had chosen this. Aiden stood behind me, his large, warm hands resting heavily on my bare shoulders. The heat of his palms seeped into my skin, a stark contrast to the cool, unyielding titanium collar locked around my throat. He squeezed gently, then slid one hand down to trace the band possessively, his thumb brushing over the silver ring at the front. “You did the right thing,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear, sending shivers racing down my spine. The scent of his skin, clean sweat mixed with his expensive, woody cologne filled my nose as he pressed closer. I could still taste him on my tongue from earlier that morning: salty, musky, addictive. “This is where you belong now, boy.” I nodded weakly, but inside, g
The luxury watch campaign opportunity became a constant shadow hanging over me, darkening every moment of my new existence. Every morning I woke up full of Aiden’s cum, plugged and aching, and every night when he knotted me deep and whispered that I belonged only to him, the decision loomed larger. My mentor had sent three more urgent emails. The brand wanted a final answer by the end of the week. The shoot was set for next month, for three full days at a scenic countryside estate, high pay, and the kind of exposure that could finally pull me out of years of scraping by. But the thought of leaving the penthouse for even three days felt impossible now. My body had been rewired. On Thursday morning, Aiden found me in the studio again, naked except for the titanium collar and the thick plug he’d inserted after our morning breeding. I was staring at the unanswered email on my laptop, the draft blinking accusingly. Aiden didn’t speak. He simply stepped behind me, pressed my chest down
The email from my mentor arrived on a grey Wednesday morning, and with it, the first real fracture in the perfect fantasy I had been living in for nearly a month. I was kneeling in the living room, still impaled on Aiden’s thick cock after our brutal morning breeding session. My chest pressed against his, the titanium collar snug around my throat, and the heavy steel plug he’d shoved in afterward kept me obscenely full. His cum squelched deep inside me with every tiny shift of my hips. I rested against his broad chest, panting, my caged cock dripping uselessly between my spread thighs. Aiden’s large hand held his phone while the other stroked possessively down my back until it rested on my slightly swollen belly. “Marcus says there’s a luxury watch brand campaign next month,” he read aloud, his voice calm but carrying an edge I couldn’t quite read. “Three-day shoot in the countryside. High budget. He thinks it could be a real breakthrough for your career if you take it.” My heart
The night Aiden decided to seal my fate felt different from the very beginning.He had been quieter than usual all day, watching me with that intense, calculating gaze that always made my stomach tighten with a mix of fear and desperate need. After he fucked me raw over the breakfast table, bending me face-down among the scattered plates and pumping me full until his cum ran down my thighs, he made me shower and dress in a simple black button-up and slacks. The titanium collar stayed locked around my throat, visible as it always was now when we left the penthouse. The heavy steel cage around my cock kept me aching and denied, a constant reminder of who owned every inch of me.“We’re going somewhere special tonight,” he told me as he adjusted the collar, his thick fingers brushing my Adam’s apple so the silver ring sat perfectly at the front of my throat. His voice was low, rough with promise. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life, boy.”My heart raced. My hole t
The titanium collar was no longer just jewelry. It had become a symbol, the one that Aiden made sure the world noticed. Over the next week, he took me out almost every evening. Private dinners, exclusive events, even a quiet night at an upscale bar where powerful men conducted business. Each time, he dressed me carefully so the sleek band around my throat was clearly visible. He touched it constantly in front of others with a casual brush of his fingers, a possessive grip, sometimes even hooking a finger through the small silver ring while speaking to acquaintances. I stopped fighting the humiliation. Instead, I started craving for it more and more. Tonight we were at a private cigar lounge attached to one of the city’s most exclusive clubs. Dim lighting, rich leather furniture, and the low murmur of powerful men discussing money and influence. Aiden sat in a large armchair like he owned the place. I sat at his feet on a cushioned stool, my head resting against his thigh, the ti







