LOGINVIKTOR’s hands grabbed Julian’s ass. He helped Julian move."Yes," Julian gasped. "Viktor."He rode VIKTOR fast. The fire light made shadows on their skin. Julian watched VIKTOR’s face. VIKTOR was looking at Julian’s body. He watched Julian’s cock bounce as he moved.Viktor sat up. He wrapped his ar
The woods were dark and silent. The snow fell in heavy flakes that covered their tracks fast. The trees were tall, black bones against the night sky. It was freezing. The air bit at Julian’s skin. The lab coat was wet and heavy. It felt like ice on his shoulders.Viktor walked in front. He stumbled
Julian felt the pulse. He felt the hot spurts fill his mouth. He swallowed fast, drinking it down. It was a lot. Some of it leaked from the corner of his mouth.Viktor shook. His whole body jerked. Then he let out a long breath and fell still.Julian pulled back. He wiped his mouth with the back of
They ran down the red hall. The emergency lights made everything look like blood. The air smelled like smoke and burning wire. Julian wore Doctor Kross’s white lab coat. It was too big for him, hanging loose on his thin frame, but it was warm.Viktor ran in front. He had two guns now—one in each han
Silence came back. Julian panted. He could not see straight. His body felt like jelly."That was one," the Doctor said. "I have all day. Next time, I turn it to pain."She turned to the guard. "Get the needle."The guard walked to a drawer.Julian lay there. He was broken. He could not take much mor
The guard pushed Julian down the hall. The electric stick hummed in his ear. It sounded like an angry bee. The floor was white stone. The walls were white stone. Everything was too bright. It hurt Julian’s eyes."Move," the guard said. He hit Julian in the back with the stick.A sharp pain shot thro
"Hold still. The line is shaking." The voice was a low growl, vibrating through the tattoo gun pressed against Leo's ribs. Leo gritted his teeth, his hands clenched into fists on the leather armrests of the chair. The needle buzzed, a constant, high-pitched hum that drilled into his bones. He had b
"Yes, Daddy. Please. I need your cock." Gage chuckled, a dark, rich sound. He removed his fingers, leaving Noah feeling suddenly empty. Noah heard the sound of Gage spitting again, lubing up his own cock. Then he felt the blunt, wet head of it pressing against his entrance. "This is mine now," Gag
Mr. Blackwood walked around him, his gaze a physical touch. He stopped and picked up a riding crop from the workbench. He ran the thin, leather flap lightly down Liam's spine, making him shiver. "Bend over that bale of hay," Mr. Blackwood commanded, gesturing with the crop. Liam did as he was told
"You're a long way from a Starbucks, kid." The voice was a low, gravelly rumble, coming from a man who looked like he was built from the same rusted metal and sun-baked earth as the surrounding desert. He wiped his greasy hands on an even greasier rag, his eyes, the color of faded denim, scanning t







