Mag-log inThe 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
The sound of Viktor’s zipper was loud in the quiet room. Julian watched, his heart racing, as Viktor pulled his cock out. It was thick and hard. A drop of liquid came from the tip."On your knees," Viktor said.Julian got on his knees on the soft carpet. He looked up at Viktor. Viktor stood over him
The train moved fast through the snowy mountains. Inside the fancy dining car, the air smelled like smoke and money. Julian sat at the bar, drinking a glass of brown liquor. He wore a black suit that fit him well. It hid the tools in his pocket and the knife in his boot. He did not look like a thief
But he wasn't fast enough.Julian stepped out from the shadows behind the Architect’s chair. He grabbed the Architect’s wrist, twisting it back until the bone snapped."Surprise," Julian whispered in the Architect’s ear."Kill him," Silas ordered.Julian pulled a knife and slit the Architect’s throa
The promise lasted exactly forty-eight hours.On Thursday, another box appeared. Identical to the first, down to the elegant, stark labeling for "M. Thorne, 3B." Leo’s stomach did a nervous flip. It was a test. The universe was testing his resolve. He stared at the box from the safety of his peephol
Leo collapsed onto the hood of the car, his body limp and trembling, his cheek pressed against the cooling metal, which was now smeared with his own cum. He was a mess. A ruined, fucked-out mess. He could feel the man's softening cock still inside him, could feel the trickle of cum leaking from his
He pushed the finger in. The burn was sharp, intense, a searing pain that made Leo hiss and try to pull away.But Mr. Sterling's other hand held him firmly in place by the small of his back. "Stay still." The pain quickly began to morph, fading into a strange, full, deeply intimate sensation.Mr. St
Leo stared at the man's hand, at the pearly strings of his own cum clinging to the long, elegant fingers. A wave of nausea and shame washed over him, so potent it almost made him gag. Lick it? Lick his own cum off this man's hand? It was degrading, filthy, the most humiliating thing he could imagine







