LOGINYu Yan hesitated, then slowly turned around and braced his hands against the wall. He heard Lucheng moving behind him, the sound of a bottle opening. Then, cold, slick fingers were pulling his pants down."Relax," Lu Cheng murmured, his hand caressing Yu Yan’s ass cheek. "This is just to get you rea
The black sweater was soft, expensive cashmere that clung to Yu Yan’s skin like a second layer. The v-neck was deep, framing the leather collar perfectly. It was humiliating to wear it, but the alternative—wearing nothing, or worse, facing Lu Cheng’s wrath—was worse.When Yu Yan entered the dining r
He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. There were only five rules written in Lu Cheng’s neat, sharp handwriting.RULE #1: You will address me as Gege or Sir in private. RULE #2: You will wear the collar at all times unless I remove it. RULE #3: You will not touch yourself or com
Yu Yan didn't know how long he lay there. It could have been minutes, or it could have been hours. The ache in his groin eventually subsided into a dull, throbbing frustration, leaving him feeling hollow and drained.He eventually pulled his clothes back on, his movements sluggish and heavy. He felt
"So eager," Lu Cheng murmured, squeezing him just enough to make Yu Yan see stars. "You really are a desperate little thing, aren't you?"He began to rub his palm in slow, agonizing circles. The friction of the denim against Yu Yan’s sensitive flesh was torture—too much and not enough all at once. Y
He shifted his weight, pressing his hips down deliberately. Yu Yan felt the hard length of him again, unmistakable and demanding. A fresh wave of panic washed over him. This was actually happening. His stepbrother was going to force himself on him."Please," Yu Yan whispered, the fight draining out
Leo stared at the man's hand, at the pearly strings of his own cum clinging to the long, elegant fingers. A wave of nausea and shame washed over him, so potent it almost made him gag. Lick it? Lick his own cum off this man's hand? It was degrading, filthy, the most humiliating thing he could imagine
The number on the receipt was 2801, but in the dim, flickering light of the hallway, Leo’s sleep-deprived brain saw 2808.He was a delivery boy for a high-end gourmet service, a gig that paid just enough to keep his ramen-and-textbooks lifestyle afloat.Tonight’s order was particularly extravagant –
Leo’s heart hammered against his ribs. This was a terrible idea. Every instinct, every PSA he’d ever seen in health class, was screaming at him to say no. To get up and walk away, to call his parents and accept the lecture, to do anything but get into a car with this stranger.But the man was so… co
The week after his punishment settled into a demanding, almost daily rhythm. Alex's life began to revolve around the trailer. He skipped his afternoon classes, made excuses to his roommates, and drove to the prison five, sometimes six, days a week. His body ached with a constant, pleasant soreness,







