LOGINt wasn't a person. It was a bear.They had seen tracks before, but they had never seen the animal itself.They were returning from a hunt one afternoon, carrying a rabbit they had snared. Aiden stopped suddenly. He put his hand on Julian’s chest, signaling him to freeze."Look," Aiden whispered.Abo
Three days later, the storm hit. It was a blizzard of epic proportions. The wind howled like a dying animal, rattling the window shutters. The temperature plummeted.They piled every blanket and fur they owned onto the bed. They huddled together for warmth, skin to skin.Julian woke up shivering. Th
The first week in the cabin was a blur of adjustment. There was no hum of electricity, no distant traffic, no ticking clocks. There was only the wind, the crackle of the fire, and the sound of their own breathing.They fell into a routine that was primitive and domestic. Aiden chopped wood. Julian c
Julian cried out, his head falling back. It burned. It had been days. He was tight.Aiden didn't stop. He thrust all the way in, burying himself to the hilt."Fuck!" Julian screamed. "Yes!"Aiden grabbed Julian’s hips. He fucked him hard and fast. The car rocked under their movements. The metal crea
Aiden sat in the back of a van parked three blocks from the precinct. He was shirtless, his shoulder bandaged, sweat gleaming on his chest. The van was filled with monitors.On the main screen, he watched Julian in the interrogation room. He watched every subtle shift of Julian’s body language. He s
Across from him sat DeteRtive Miller. A man with a tired face and a mustache that had seen better decades."You're saying he forced you," Miller said for the third time. He tapped his pen on the file. "He kidnapped you from your office? Held you for weeks?""Yes," Julian said. He kept his voice soft
My ass was sore, a dull, throbbing reminder of what I had done. Every step I took, I was aware of the sticky feeling between my legs, the dried cum on my thighs. I felt used. I felt filthy. And I felt a terrifying, exhilarating sense of relief.My apartment building was a piece of crap. The hallway
The fifth day, I watched Ethan squirm in his seat. He was feeling the effects of the larger plug I'd given him yesterday, the plug keeping my cum inside him, reminding him of his submission. After class, he approached my desk."Professor," he began, his voice low."Nine o'clock," I said, not looking
The deal with Mr. Henderson was a new kind of hell. He was a wealthy, influential member of the congregation, and his “donations” to the church, and to Father Michael’s “special ministry,” were generous. In return, he was allowed to watch. He would hide in the confessional, a silent, lurking presenc
The punishment worked. I was more obedient, more respectful. I was the perfect son, the perfect heir. But Daddy was a very owning man, and he liked to remind me, and everyone else, who I belonged to.The perfect chance came during a deal with a Russian gun seller. The meeting was in the back of Dadd







