تسجيل الدخولThe 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
Julian didn't touch it yet. He started at Aiden’s feet. He massaged the arches, working his thumbs into the sore muscles, digging deep. Aiden groaned, his head falling back against the headboard."Fuck, that feels amazing," Aiden murmured.Julian worked his way up Aiden’s calves, kneading the tensio
They stole a truck from the back of a hardware store two towns over. It was old, a Ford with a rusted bed and a transmission that whined, but it was reliable and nondescript.They drove until the sun was high in the sky, then found a deserted stretch of woodland off an old logging road. Julian dug a
Aiden groaned, a sound that bounced off the tiled walls, echoing in the small space. He braced his hand against the shower wall, his legs trembling.Julian didn't rush. This wasn't about getting off; it was about connection. It was about anchoring them to the present, to the living, breathing moment
My alarm went off at 6:30 AM, and I thought I was going to die.Every muscle in my body screamed in protest. I felt like I’d been hit by a truck, a very large, very well-endowed truck driven by a man named Mr. Sterling. The first conscious thought I had wasn’t about coffee or the soul-crushing commu
Alistair was last. His thrusts were erratic now. He chased his peak. With a low, guttural groan, he buried himself deep. He filled me with his seed. The warmth spread inside me. It marked me as his. Theirs. In a way that felt permanent.We collapsed in a tangle of limbs. We were sweat-slicked and sp
“Please,” I begged, the word muffled by the leather. “Please, Master…”I didn’t even know what I was begging for. For him to stop? For him to fuck me? For him to put me out of my misery?“Please what?” he asked, his voice a low taunt. He curled his fingers, brushing against my prostate, and I saw wh
My heart sank. This was a new level of cruelty. A new layer of his control. To make me wear this… this shame… under my suit, in the office, in front of everyone. It was a constant, physical reminder of my submission.I slowly, reluctantly, pulled on my cheap suit trousers. The rough fabric of the wo







