تسجيل الدخول"Open the door," his dad repeated.There was a scuffle. A shout. The sound of a body hitting the wall.Yu Yan couldn't take it anymore. He unlocked the door and threw it open."Stop!" he screamed.The hallway fell silent.Lu Cheng was standing there, his shirt disheveled, his fists clenched at his s
The sleek, black sports car sat in the driveway like a stain on the pristine landscape. It was a car Yu Yan knew intimately. It was the car his father drove."Dad?" Yu Yan gasped, scrambling to pull up his pants, his movements clumsy and frantic. "What is he doing here?"Lu Cheng grabbed Yu Yan’s wr
"Quiet," Lu Cheng warned, turning back to his laptop. "Read."Yu Yan grabbed a book from the table—a poetry collection. He tried to focus on the words, but the letters were swimming in front of his eyes. The vibration was constant, a low hum that was driving him crazy.He shifted in the chair, tryin
"Stand up," Lu Cheng ordered.Yu Yan stood up slowly. Lu Cheng reached out and grabbed his chin, forcing his head up."You're hard," Lu Cheng observed, pressing his thigh against Yu Yan’s erection. "You liked it. You liked that stranger looking at you, knowing you belong to me.""No," Yu Yan denied
Yu Yan stood frozen on the staircase, his blood turning to ice."You can't be serious," he whispered, his hands flying to cover his crotch. "I can't answer the door like this!"Lu Cheng leaned against the banister, crossing his arms, looking entirely too amused by Yu Yan’s distress. "You can, and yo
The voice was right behind him.Yu Yan gasped and spun around. Lu Cheng was standing in the bathroom doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping from his hair. He looked like a Greek god who had just stepped out of a myth, and he was furious."I... I just wanted some air," Yu Yan stamm
Friday night, I was a nervous wreck. I had a bag full of new toys, things I had never even thought about using before. A flogger. A ball gag. A spreader bar. I didn't know what he had planned, but I knew it was going to be intense. I knew it was going to be a long night.I logged on at nine o'clock,
Victor Kane: Today's outfit. Nothing but the jockstrap I sent you and a pair of sweatpants. No shirt. No underwear. No shoes.A package had arrived at my door that morning. I opened it. It was a plain black jockstrap, made of a soft, stretchy material. I stripped off my clothes and put it on. The po
I opened my mouth and took his cock inside. The vibration was driving me crazy. It was a constant, maddening pulse against my prostate. I had to focus, had to concentrate on not making a sound while he was on the phone. I sucked his cock, my head bobbing up and down, my tongue swirling around the he
After a few minutes, he pulled out. "On the bed," he commanded. "On your back."I scrambled to obey, crawling onto the massive king-sized bed and lying on my back, my legs spread wide. He followed me, his body a dominant presence over mine. He took my wrists and tied them to the headboard with his s







