LOGINAiden 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
He fired a shot. The bullet splintered the wood of the pillar near Aiden’s head.Julian covered his ears. He looked at Aiden. Aiden looked back. He nodded. A silent signal.Aiden spun out from behind the pillar and fired two shots. Bang. Bang.One of the men in the back went down, clutching his leg.
The screen glowed in the dark room, illuminating the stark terror on Julian’s face. The text was short. Simple. Devastating.I see you.Julian sat up, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. "Aiden."Aiden was already moving. He sensed the shift in Julian’s body instantly. He sat u
My ass was sore, a dull, throbbing reminder of what I had done. Every step I took, I was aware of the sticky feeling between my legs, the dried cum on my thighs. I felt used. I felt filthy. And I felt a terrifying, exhilarating sense of relief.My apartment building was a piece of crap. The hallway
The punishment worked. I was more obedient, more respectful. I was the perfect son, the perfect heir. But Daddy was a very owning man, and he liked to remind me, and everyone else, who I belonged to.The perfect chance came during a deal with a Russian gun seller. The meeting was in the back of Dadd
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
The door opened. A big hand shot out and grabbed my shirt, pulling me inside. The door slammed shut behind me. The sound was final, like a lock clicking into place. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence."On your knees."His voice was a low growl. It went right th







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