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Chapter 2: First Night of Ruin
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2026-05-29 15:58:46I 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 tightened on my neck. “This hole belongs to me now. You’re not leaving until I say so.”
His words sent a shiver through me. Part of me, the old Kai who fought for every photography gig and valued his independence screamed that I should push him away and run. But that voice was getting quieter with every deep thrust.
He fucked me lazily but thoroughly for what felt like forever, occasionally pulling out just to watch his cum leak from my puffy hole before slamming back in. The filthy, wet sounds filled the bedroom and made my face burn with shame.
When he finally pulled out, he flipped me onto my back and shoved three thick fingers into my sloppy hole, scooping out his cum and bringing it to my lips.
“Clean it up. Taste what Daddy gave you.”
I hesitated for half a second, shame flooding my chest, before I obediently sucked his fingers clean. The salty, musky taste made my caged arousal throb painfully.
This is so dirty. very wrong. But damn! it turned me on more than anything ever had.
Aiden smiled darkly. “Good boy.”
The rest of the morning disappeared into a haze of raw, relentless breeding.
He took me in the shower next, pressing me against the cold glass wall while hot water poured over us. I moaned loudly as he railed me from behind, his hand wrapped around my throat. Then he bent me over the kitchen island, fucking me hard while casually drinking his protein shake between powerful thrusts. Later, he carried me to the balcony and fucked me against the railing, my moans echoing over the city as his hand stayed tight around my throat.
By early afternoon, I was a trembling, cum-drenched mess.
I lay on my back in the center of the massive bed, legs spread extremely wide. My hole felt permanently open, leaking a constant stream of Aiden’s cum. My body felt heavy and full from how much he had pumped into me.
Aiden knelt between my thighs, pressing a big hand on my lower abdomen.
“Feel that? So full of Daddy’s cum. I’m going to keep you like this every single day.”
I whimpered, my cock twitching hard. I should feel disgusted or Violated. Instead I feel… wanted, Craved, and Owned.
“Tell me who owns this hole,” Aiden demanded as he pushed back inside my sloppy, cum-filled channel.
“You do, Daddy,” I sobbed, voice cracking. Inside my head, the thoughts wouldn’t stop. I’ve never submitted like this. Never wanted to. Why does letting him ruin me feel so right?
Aiden fucked me slower this time, staring straight into my eyes, grinding against my prostate with devastating precision.
“You’re going to cum on my cock while I breed you again.”
I broke completely. Tears slipped down my temples as another orgasm tore through me. My hole clenched hard around him. Aiden roared and buried himself deep, his knot swelling and locking us together as he pumped fresh load after fresh load into me.
We stayed tied for nearly forty minutes. Aiden held me close, his hand gently stroking my hair while his knot continued to pulse inside me.
“You’re dangerous, Kai,” he murmured against my lips before kissing me deeply. “One look at you and I knew I’d ruin you.”
I closed my eyes, a single tear sliding down my cheek.
Maybe I want to be ruined.
The emotional storm inside me kept raging. From fear and Shame. Overwhelming pleasure. A terrifying need to stay right here, full of him, owned by him.
Later that evening, Aiden introduced the first rule.
He fastened a thick black leather collar around my neck, the silver ring cold against my skin. Then he locked a heavy steel cock cage around me.
“Rule number one,” he said calmly. “The collar stays on inside the penthouse. The cage stays on until I decide you’ve earned orgasms again. Your pleasure doesn’t matter anymore. Only your hole does.”
I trembled as he pushed me onto all fours and mounted me again, using the collar like cage while he bred me hard.
One night. That’s all it took.
One night and I’m already disappearing.
But as Aiden knotted me for the third time that day, flooding me once again, I couldn’t deny the truth echoing in my mind:
I didn’t want to be found
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