LOGINFor a long time, nobody spoke. The only sound was their breathing and the wind outside.Julian ran his hand through Viktor’s hair. It was soft."Are you okay?" Julian asked."I am alive," Viktor said. He kissed Julian’s chest. "Because of you."Viktor rolled off Julian and pulled him close. Julian c
"Come here," Viktor said.Julian did not move. "We need to rest, Vik. We need to sleep. Tomorrow they will come.""We have time," Viktor said. He reached out with his good hand. He grabbed Julian by the belt and pulled him close. "I need to feel you. I need to know you are real."Julian let himself
The town was small and quiet. Snow fell in big, soft flakes that covered the dirty streets in white. The buildings were made of old wood and stone. They looked dark, except for a few yellow lights in windows.Julian walked close to Viktor. He had his arm around Viktor’s waist, taking as much of Vikt
The air was ice. It was like jumping into a freezer. Julian hit the wooden planks of the bridge hard. The wood was slick with snow and ice. He rolled, his body tumbling over the rough surface. He hit the railing and stopped.His breath was gone. He could not breathe. His chest hurt where he had hit
Julian grabbed the edge of the console to hold himself up. "The train," he gasped as Viktor bit the back of his neck. "The bridge...""We have five minutes," Viktor said. His hands were rough as he ripped Julian’s pants down his legs. "I can be fast."Julian laughed a little, a wild sound. "You bett
The tunnel swallowed the train. The bright light of the outside world was gone in a blink, replaced by a heavy, crushing darkness. The only light came from the control panel in front of them, glowing green and red against the black glass. The noise was different in here too. It was louder, a deep th
I arrived at his house at exactly nine o'clock. He opened the door, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. He looked different. More relaxed. More dangerous."Go to the playroom," he said, stepping aside.I walked past him and down the hall to the room I had only glimpsed before. It was a dungeon. The w
The package arrived the next morning, just like the last one. It was the same plain brown box, but this time it felt heavier, more significant. I opened it with a sense of dread and anticipation. Inside, on a bed of black satin, was a black leather collar and a matching leash. The collar was simple,
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







