로그인The 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
Julian’s eyes snapped open. The sound cut through the post-coital haze like a knife. It wasn't a dream. It was a siren. And it was close.He sat up, wincing at the pain in his arm. "Aiden."Aiden was already moving. He rolled out of bed and ran to the window. He peeled back the curtain just an inch.
The infection set in that night.They were driving through the mountains, aiming for the coast, trying to put as much distance between them and the ghost town as possible. The road wound treacherously along the cliffs, the drop-off falling away into darkness.Julian started shivering. He pulled his
The sickness started a few weeks after the Russian deal. At first, I thought it was bad food. But it happened every morning, like clockwork. I was tired all the time, my body hurting in a way that had nothing to do with Daddy’s… lessons.And then other things started happening. My sense of smell was
At exactly nine o'clock, a soft knock. "Come in," I called out.Ethan entered. He'd changed into a simple white button-down, unbuttoned at the collar, and dark trousers. His hair was slightly damp.I gestured to my study. "In here, Ethan."He followed, and I closed and locked the door behind us, the
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his hips thrusting forward, burying himself deeper, cutting off my air. “Just like that. Such a good little cocksucker. You’re a natural, my boy. A natural-born sinner.”He started to move, his hips thrusting, fucking my face with a slow, deep rhythm. I was helpless, my hand
The fourth day, I watched Ethan squirm in his seat. He was feeling the effects of our previous session, carrying my cum inside him. After class, he approached my desk."Professor," he began, his voice low."Nine o'clock," I said, not looking up from my papers. "Don't be late.""Yes, Daddy," he whisp







