LOGINThe 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
The inside of the villa was cool and smelled of dust and old wood. Lu Cheng didn’t bother turning on the lights as he carried Yu Yan through the hallway, his grip on Yu Yan’s waist unyielding. Yu Yan struggled, kicking his legs and pounding his fists against Lu Cheng’s broad back, but it was like tr
I held my breath, my eyes pressed to the slats in the door. My cock was throbbing, a painful, insistent beat. This was it. The research. The raw, unfiltered data. I unbuckled my jeans, pulling my own aching cock out. I was so hard it was almost purple, the tip already leaking pre-cum. I started to s
I heard the sound of a foil packet being torn open. A condom. Of course. A moment of disappointment pricked at me, but it was quickly replaced by anticipation. But then, I heard something else. The sound of the foil packet being tossed into the trash.My heart stopped. “What are you doing?” I asked,
He released me, leaving me feeling empty and aching. He walked over to his bed and sat down on the edge, patting the space beside him.“Come here,” he commanded.I walked towards him, my legs trembling, and sat down next to him. The mattress dipped under his weight.“Now,” he said, his voice droppin
My biggest problem wasn’t writer’s block. It was a terminal, throbbing case of blue balls, and the only cure was Damian.I could write a thousand words about the slick heat of skin on skin, the guttural sounds a man makes when he’s about to come, the exact way a cock pulses in your hand. My anonymou







