LOGINDr. Webb stood up and looked down at the mess. Leo was sprawled across the chair, completely wrecked. His chest was covered in his own cum, his hole was puffy and leaking the doctor's load, his hair was a mess, and his eyes were glazed with satisfaction. He looked absolutely ruined. He looked perfec
Leo scrambled to flip over. He lay on his back across the wide arm of the chair, his head hanging off the seat side, his legs wrapped around the doctor's thick waist. Dr. Webb stepped forward and lined up his cock again. He grabbed Leo's ankles and pushed them up toward the boy's shoulders, folding
Dr. Webb did not warn him. He did not go slow. He drove his hips forward in one long, powerful, relentless thrust, burying every inch of his massive cock deep inside Leo's body. His heavy, hairy balls slapped against Leo's ass. The sound was loud and wet and obscene in the quiet therapy office.Leo'
"You are so tight," Dr. Webb murmured against his skin. He pushed his thumb deeper, feeling the boy's walls clench around the digit. "I am going to open you up, Leo. I am going to stretch this tight little hole until it is ready to take my cock. And then I am going to fuck you over this chair until
"You can put it in your mouth," the doctor said. He stepped forward, his cock hovering inches from Leo's face. "Open wide."Leo opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He leaned forward and licked a long, slow stripe from the base of the shaft to the leaking tip. The taste was salty and musky, pu
Dr. Webb's hands slid from Leo's shoulders down to his waist. His thick, warm fingers gripped the hem of Leo's white t-shirt and pulled it up slowly, deliberately, his knuckles dragging against the boy's bare stomach. The contact sent a violent shiver through Leo's body. The doctor pulled the shirt
I arrived at his house at exactly nine o'clock. He opened the door, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. He looked different. More relaxed. More dangerous."Go to the playroom," he said, stepping aside.I walked past him and down the hall to the room I had only glimpsed before. It was a dungeon. The w
The package arrived the next morning, just like the last one. It was the same plain brown box, but this time it felt heavier, more significant. I opened it with a sense of dread and anticipation. Inside, on a bed of black satin, was a black leather collar and a matching leash. The collar was simple,
Wear the jockstrap I sent you. And nothing else. My stomach twisted into a knot of pure anxiety. Nothing else. Just a tiny piece of fabric that barely covered my cock and left my ass completely exposed. I was supposed to travel across town like that? To his office? A place where people worked. Where
"You earned this," he growled, his voice a low, guttural sound against my lips. "You earned every inch."He led me to the bedroom and undressed me slowly, his hands roaming over my body, a possessive exploration. He pushed me down on the bed, on my hands and knees, my ass in the air, a silent offeri







