Se connecterDr. Webb stood up and looked down at the mess. Leo was sprawled across the chair, completely wrecked. His chest was covered in his own cum, his hole was puffy and leaking the doctor's load, his hair was a mess, and his eyes were glazed with satisfaction. He looked absolutely ruined. He looked perfec
Leo scrambled to flip over. He lay on his back across the wide arm of the chair, his head hanging off the seat side, his legs wrapped around the doctor's thick waist. Dr. Webb stepped forward and lined up his cock again. He grabbed Leo's ankles and pushed them up toward the boy's shoulders, folding
Dr. Webb did not warn him. He did not go slow. He drove his hips forward in one long, powerful, relentless thrust, burying every inch of his massive cock deep inside Leo's body. His heavy, hairy balls slapped against Leo's ass. The sound was loud and wet and obscene in the quiet therapy office.Leo'
"You are so tight," Dr. Webb murmured against his skin. He pushed his thumb deeper, feeling the boy's walls clench around the digit. "I am going to open you up, Leo. I am going to stretch this tight little hole until it is ready to take my cock. And then I am going to fuck you over this chair until
"You can put it in your mouth," the doctor said. He stepped forward, his cock hovering inches from Leo's face. "Open wide."Leo opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He leaned forward and licked a long, slow stripe from the base of the shaft to the leaking tip. The taste was salty and musky, pu
Dr. Webb's hands slid from Leo's shoulders down to his waist. His thick, warm fingers gripped the hem of Leo's white t-shirt and pulled it up slowly, deliberately, his knuckles dragging against the boy's bare stomach. The contact sent a violent shiver through Leo's body. The doctor pulled the shirt
The church was always cold. A damp, stone-cold that seeped into your bones, no matter how thick your coat was. I sat in the back pew, my hands clenched so tight my knuckles were white. My dick was hard, a traitorous, throbbing ache in my pants, and it was all I could do not to cry. I was a sinner. A
Marcus did not hesitate anymore. The humiliation of the situation seemed to have snapped something inside him. He began to strip and his movements were frantic as he threw his jacket and tie onto the floor. Silas stood at the head of the table and his arms crossed as he watched us with the eyes of a
The city smelled like trash and rain. I was hungry, always fucking hungry. For two years, I’d been a ghost, stealing what I needed to survive. Tonight, I picked the wrong pocket. The man was a wall of muscle in a suit that cost more than my life. He moved like he owned the world. I thought I was fas
Warning:Content Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content, power exchange, physical punishment, and group sexual dynamics (MMeF). Reader discretion is strongly advised.The car ride to the Vane estate was a silent blur of city lights and the rhythmic clicking of the leash against my ch







