LOGINThe fourth consecutive day of the month-long nightmare felt heavier than the previous three combined. Finn moved through his workday like a gaunt, exhausted, and barely functional ghost. His ribs were now sharply visible whenever he changed shirts in the office bathroom. Colleagues had started commenting on how thin he looked. He forced himself to send the required morning and lunch photos to Magnus: collar on, plug in place, his deteriorating body on full display.At 5:20 PM, Magnus’s text arrived.Magnus:Tonight you stay longer. Three rounds minimum. Do not disappoint me.Finn’s stomach twisted with a sick blend of dread and dark anticipation. He emailed his boss about another “extended client dinner” and headed straight to the penthouse, body already aching in anticipation.The moment the elevator doors opened, Magnus was on him. No greetings. No warm-up.“Strip.”Finn obeyed instantly. Within seconds he was naked except for the collar, kneeling in the center of the living room. Ma
By the third day of the month-long sentence, something had shifted inside Finn. The daily texts from Magnus no longer filled him only with fear,there was a dark, twisted anticipation that made his stomach flutter and his cock twitch whenever his phone vibrated. He caught himself checking the screen during meetings, his heart racing at the thought of what Magnus would demand that night. The addiction was sinking its teeth deeper than any of the physical marks. Finn had lost noticeable weight again , his cheeks were hollow, his wrists looked fragile, and his ribs were beginning to show sharply beneath his skin whenever he undressed. Stress and the constant, brutal sex left no room for proper meals. He sent the required morning and lunch photos without hesitation: collar visible, plug in place, his gaunt frame becoming more evident with every picture.At 5:40 PM, he was already in the elevator rising to the penthouse, body humming with a sick mix of fear and need.Magnus greeted him wit
The alarm blared at 6:15 AM, dragging Finn from a shallow, nightmare-filled sleep. His body protested with every movement : deep muscle aches, stinging bite marks, and the relentless pressure of the plug still seated firmly inside him. He lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, Lena sleeping peacefully beside him. The guilt was a constant, suffocating weight.He slipped out of bed quietly and went to the bathroom. In the harsh light, he looked at himself in the mirror. His cheeks were already hollower, ribs more visible under pale skin. The leather collar sat locked around his throat. He took the required morning photo exactly as Magnus had demanded last night , naked from the waist up, collar clearly visible, one hand pulling his cheek to show the plug still buried deep between his ass cheeks.Finn: [Photo sent] Ready for you tonight.Magnus:Good boy. Keep the plug in all day. Send another photo at lunch. Disobey and the next dose disappears.The new rule settled like chains
The fluorescent lights of the office felt like a lie. Finn stared at his computer screen, the spreadsheet blurring as his phone buzzed with Magnus’s daily command: Penthouse. 6 PM sharp. Do not make me wait.He typed a quick email to his supervisor about an urgent “project meeting” that would run late, then shut down his computer. The lie came easier now, slipping off his tongue like second nature. His body already ached in anticipation from the plug from the previous night still nestled deep inside him, a constant, filthy reminder.By 5:45 PM, he was in the elevator heading up to Magnus’s penthouse, heart hammering against his bruised ribs. The leather collar sat hidden beneath his button-up shirt, and every step made the plug shift, pressing against his sensitive prostate and keeping Magnus’s dried cum sealed inside.The elevator doors opened directly into the luxurious space. Magnus was waiting, leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window with a glass of whiskey in hand. He looked
The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and faint hope. Finn stood beside Lena at her father’s bedside, watching the older man’s chest rise and fall more steadily than it had in weeks. The first dose of the experimental drug had worked miracles, but the doctor’s words from ten minutes ago still echoed like a death knell.“The improvement is temporary without the follow-up protocol,” the doctor had explained gently. “He needs the second dose within the next seventy-two hours, or we risk regression. Possibly fatal.”Lena squeezed Finn’s hand tightly, tears shining in her eyes. “You got the first one. Can you…?”Finn forced a nod, throat tight. “I’ll handle it.”He left the hospital with a heavy heart and a new text already typed to Magnus.Finn:He needs the second dose. Please.The reply came within minutes.Magnus:My penthouse. One hour. Come alone.Finn lied to Lena again it was another “urgent meeting” about securing more medicine. The guilt was a living thing now, gnawing deeper wit
The weekend at the villa had ended, but its marks remained carved into Finn’s body like permanent ink. He sat across from Lena at their small dining table Monday night, barely touching his food, every shift in his seat reminding him of the thick plug still buried deep inside him and the fresh bites hidden beneath his long sleeves and high collar. Lena had asked gentle questions about his “work trip,” her eyes lingering on the faint bruise peeking above his collar. He had lied again. Smoothly. Effortlessly. The guilt was becoming second nature.Tuesday evening brought a new summons.Magnus: Le Noir Restaurant. 8 PM. Private booth. Wear the collar under your shirt. Plug stays in. Do not be late.Finn told Lena he had another late client dinner. She looked exhausted and sad but didn’t argue. The weight of her quiet disappointment followed him all the way to the upscale French restaurant in the city center.Magnus was already waiting in a dimly lit private booth at the back, partially hid
The Sunday evening light had faded into deep twilight outside the lakeside villa. Finn lay on his back in the center of the massive bed, completely spent after nearly forty-eight hours of relentless use. His body was a battlefield of deep purple and red bite marks covered his neck, shoulders, chest
My knees hit the plush carpet before we reached the bed, buckling under the raw ache in my throat and the fire in my veins. Magnus yanked me up roughly, his grip bruising my bicep, but instead of shoving me onto the mattress, he spun me back toward the leather couch. 'Not yet,' he snarled, voice thi
I stumbled through the doorway into the bedroom, the air thicker here, scented with leather and his musk. Before I could catch my balance, Magnus's hand clamped my shoulder, spinning me around. His eyes burned dark with raw hunger, pupils blown wide in the faint glow from the city lights filtering t
I stood outside the presidential suite on the 30th floor of the XX Hotel, my phone clutched in my sweating hand. The text from that unknown number burned in my mind: 22:00, XX Hotel, 3007. It was 22:02 now. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a reminder of why I was here, my father-in-law d







