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
"Yours, Daddy," I moaned into the couch. "It is your hole." The words were true. In this room, for this price, I was his."Damn right it is," he snarled. Then he started to move.His first push was hard. It knocked the air out of me. He moved fast and did not let up. His hips slapped against my ass
The third day, I watched Ethan squirm in his seat during my lecture. I knew he was still feeling the effects of our previous session, still carrying my cum inside him. The thought sent a thrill through me. After class, he approached my desk."Professor," he began, his voice low."Nine o'clock," I sa
The church was always cold. A damp, stone-cold that seeped into your bones, no matter how thick your coat was. I sat in the back pew, my hands clenched so tight my knuckles were white. My dick was hard, a traitorous, throbbing ache in my pants, and it was all I could do not to cry. I was a sinner. A
Marcus did not hesitate anymore. The humiliation of the situation seemed to have snapped something inside him. He began to strip and his movements were frantic as he threw his jacket and tie onto the floor. Silas stood at the head of the table and his arms crossed as he watched us with the eyes of a







