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
The next day at the worksite was torture. Every muscle in Leo's body ached. He moved stiffly, his mind replaying the previous night's events over and over. Gabe acted as if nothing had happened, barking orders at him and the rest of the crew like he always did. Around mid-morning, Gabe called him
"You're late." The voice was a low, flat accusation that cut through the sterile silence of the studio. Alex stood in the doorway, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. The man who spoke, Marcus, was a legend in the fashion world. A reclusive genius whose photographs were worth a fortune. He w
The horn of the cement truck blared, a loud, angry sound. Leo froze, the shovel in his hand feeling like a lead weight. He had miscalculated. He had directed the driver to the wrong form, and now a thousand dollars' worth of wet concrete was spilling uselessly into the excavated hole for the basemen
"Your card was declined." The voice was flat, devoid of emotion. Kyle stood at the front desk of the gym, his heart sinking. The receptionist, a bored-looking girl, held his credit card between two fingers like it was contaminated. Behind him, the clank of weights and the grunts of men were a const







