ANMELDENVIKTOR’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
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
The number on the receipt was 2801, but in the dim, flickering light of the hallway, Leo’s sleep-deprived brain saw 2808.He was a delivery boy for a high-end gourmet service, a gig that paid just enough to keep his ramen-and-textbooks lifestyle afloat.Tonight’s order was particularly extravagant –
Leo’s heart hammered against his ribs. This was a terrible idea. Every instinct, every PSA he’d ever seen in health class, was screaming at him to say no. To get up and walk away, to call his parents and accept the lecture, to do anything but get into a car with this stranger.But the man was so… co
The week after his punishment settled into a demanding, almost daily rhythm. Alex's life began to revolve around the trailer. He skipped his afternoon classes, made excuses to his roommates, and drove to the prison five, sometimes six, days a week. His body ached with a constant, pleasant soreness,







