Chapter 4: Rules of the Penthouse

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 calmly, his deep voice right against my ear. “You wear the collar at all times inside this penthouse. When I’m not fucking you, the plug stays in. Understood?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice already trembling.

  His hand slid down and cupped my heavy, aching balls. “Rule number two: You ask permission before you cum. Your orgasms are no longer yours. They belong to me.”

  I shivered hard. The independent part of me, the part that had always fought to survive on my own wanted to argue. But that voice was getting smaller every single day.

  Aiden guided me forward until my palms pressed flat against the cool mirror.

  “Watch yourself while I breed you,” he ordered. “I want you to see exactly what you look like when Daddy claims what’s his.”

  He didn’t prepare me much. He simply pulled out the thick plug he had put in earlier, letting a rush of cum drip down my thighs, then lined up his massive cock and pushed in with one long, relentless stroke.

  “Ahh—fuck—Daddy!” I cried out, forehead pressing against the glass.

  “Eyes open,” he commanded, gripping my collar from behind like a handle. “Watch how beautifully you take my cock.”

  I forced my eyes open. The sight was filthy and overwhelming. My lean body looked so small compared to his powerful frame. Every deep thrust made my caged cock bounce uselessly and my belly bulge slightly from how deep he was going.

  Look at what I’ve become, I thought, shame burning through me. Four days and I’m already moaning like a whore while he breeds me in front of a mirror.

  Aiden fucked me steadily, deep and possessive, never breaking eye contact through our reflections. “Your hole is learning its purpose so well. It’s starting to suck me in like it doesn’t want to let go.”

  He reached around and stroked my caged cock slowly, teasing me cruelly.

  “Please, Daddy…” I begged, voice shaking. “Can I cum?”

  “Not yet.” He smiled darkly and pulled out completely, leaving my hole gaping and twitching. He led me to the center of the room where a sturdy breeding bench had been set up.

  “Bend over it.”

  I obeyed without hesitation, draping my torso over the padded bench and presenting my ass high. Aiden strapped my wrists down, then my ankles, spreading me wide open and completely helpless.

  Completely trapped, I realized. My heart raced with a mixture of fear and dizzying arousal. He could do anything to me right now.

  Aiden ran a hand down my spine almost tenderly. “This is how I want you for at least two hours every day. Ready and waiting for breeding.”

  He pushed back inside me in one brutal thrust. The new angle allowed him to go impossibly deeper. I screamed in pleasure as he started pounding me mercilessly, the bench creaking under the force of his thrusts.

  “Take it. Take every inch like the good breeding boy you are.”

  The spanking started next. His large hand came down hard on my ass cheeks in sharp, stinging slaps that matched his rhythm. Each smack made me cry out and clench around him tighter.

  “You like that?” Another hard spank. “Like being spanked while Daddy breeds you?”

  “Yes— fuck— yes, Daddy!”

  He fucked me for what felt like forever on that bench, changing angles, using me thoroughly. My mind kept fracturing between the overwhelming physical pleasure and the swirling thoughts in my head.

  My mentor texted me yesterday about a potential wedding shoot. I didn’t even reply. My camera is sitting untouched in the corner. I’m disappearing… and some sick part of me is happy about it.

  When I was shaking and desperate, Aiden finally reached under me and played with my caged cock again.

  “Cum for me,” he ordered, pounding me harder. “Cum while I fill you up.”

  I shattered. My orgasm crashed through me so hard my vision went white. My hole clenched violently around his thick cock. Aiden growled and slammed deep, his knot swelling and locking us together as he pumped me full of another heavy load.

  We stayed tied for a long time. Aiden eventually unstrapped me and carried my limp body to the couch, keeping me impaled on his knot the entire way. He held me in his lap, one hand gently stroking my hair while the other pressed possessively on my cum-swollen belly.

  “You’re doing so well, Kai,” he murmured, almost softly. “Most boys would’ve broken by now. But you… you’re blooming for me.”

  I buried my face in his neck, breathing in his scent. His praise made something warm and terrifying bloom in my chest.

  “I don’t know who I am anymore,” I whispered, the confession slipping out before I could stop it.

  Aiden tilted my chin up, forcing eye contact. “You’re mine. That’s who you are right now.” His voice dropped lower. “And you’re happier like this. I can see it. I can feel how your hole clenches every time I remind you.”

  He kissed me deeply, slow and possessive.

  Later that night, after he had bred me two more times, Aiden introduced another rule.

  He made me kneel in front of him while he sat on the couch.

  “Rule number three,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. “When I’m working during the day, you will wear a plug and wait for me like a good boy. Your only focus is staying ready for Daddy’s cock.”

  I nodded weakly, still floating from the last orgasm.

  Aiden smiled and pulled me into his lap, keeping me full on his softening cock.

  “You’re mine now, Kai Voss. The sooner you accept that completely, the better it will feel.”

  As I rested against his broad chest, listening to his heartbeat, the war inside me continued.

  Run. You should still run.

  But even as the thought formed, my hole clenched greedily around him, trying to keep him inside longer.

  I was already too far gone.