LOGINThe 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 inside of the villa was cool and smelled of dust and old wood. Lu Cheng didn’t bother turning on the lights as he carried Yu Yan through the hallway, his grip on Yu Yan’s waist unyielding. Yu Yan struggled, kicking his legs and pounding his fists against Lu Cheng’s broad back, but it was like tr
Wear the jockstrap I sent you. And nothing else. My stomach twisted into a knot of pure anxiety. Nothing else. Just a tiny piece of fabric that barely covered my cock and left my ass completely exposed. I was supposed to travel across town like that? To his office? A place where people worked. Where
"You earned this," he growled, his voice a low, guttural sound against my lips. "You earned every inch."He led me to the bedroom and undressed me slowly, his hands roaming over my body, a possessive exploration. He pushed me down on the bed, on my hands and knees, my ass in the air, a silent offeri
Friday night, I was a nervous wreck. I had a bag full of new toys, things I had never even thought about using before. A flogger. A ball gag. A spreader bar. I didn't know what he had planned, but I knew it was going to be intense. I knew it was going to be a long night.I logged on at nine o'clock,
Victor Kane: Today's outfit. Nothing but the jockstrap I sent you and a pair of sweatpants. No shirt. No underwear. No shoes.A package had arrived at my door that morning. I opened it. It was a plain black jockstrap, made of a soft, stretchy material. I stripped off my clothes and put it on. The po







