FAZER 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
Friday night, I stood outside his door, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. I had a small bag with me, but it was empty. He had said no clothes. No limits. I took a deep breath and knocked.He opened the door, wearing a silk robe. He looked me up and down, a slow, predatory smile on his face. "
The red light on my webcam was a beacon. It meant I was live. It meant money. I leaned back in my gaming chair, the cheap leather sticking to my skin, and ran a hand down my slim chest. My chat room was filling up, the names scrolling by in a blur of color. "KittenToy is online," "Show us that ass,
The rectory had become my new hell, and my new heaven. Every day, I would find an excuse to go there, to be alone with Father Michael. He would “counsel” me, which was a euphemism for the depraved, twisted things he did to my body. He would spank me, fuck me, make me call him “Daddy,” and fill me wi
I was grading the school term paper. Then I came to his. Ethan Martinez. I’d noticed him. Brilliant, sharp-tongued, with a rebellious glint in his dark eyes that made me want to bend him over my desk and fuck the attitude right out of him. He sat in the back row, always challenging me, always pushin







