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
The locker room was its usual chaotic self, a cacophony of shouting, laughter, and the clatter of pads. I tried to act normal, to joke with my teammates, but my mind was a mess of arousal and anxiety. Every time I bent over to put on my pads, the plug would press against my prostate, sending a jolt
“I’m fine,” I lied, my voice brittle.“No, you’re not,” he said, his voice quiet. “You’re ashamed. And you’re angry.”“You’re damn right I’m angry!” I shot back, the fury I thought had been spent returning with a vengeance. “You forced me! You took away my choice, you—”“Did I?” he interrupted, his
The blinds were the problem. Or rather, my inability to keep them shut was the problem. It was a stupid, reckless habit, a subconscious cry for attention from a boy who had spent his entire life being invisible. My apartment faced the house next door, a sleek, modern structure of dark wood and glass
The final task of the day was the public park tease. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple, we went to a quiet, secluded park. He sat on a bench, and I had to sit on his lap, the remote vibe buzzing inside me at a low, insistent level. People were walking by, joggi







