로그인The first week in the cabin was a blur of adjustment. There was no hum of electricity, no distant traffic, no ticking clocks. There was only the wind, the crackle of the fire, and the sound of their own breathing.They fell into a routine that was primitive and domestic. Aiden chopped wood. Julian c
Julian cried out, his head falling back. It burned. It had been days. He was tight.Aiden didn't stop. He thrust all the way in, burying himself to the hilt."Fuck!" Julian screamed. "Yes!"Aiden grabbed Julian’s hips. He fucked him hard and fast. The car rocked under their movements. The metal crea
Aiden sat in the back of a van parked three blocks from the precinct. He was shirtless, his shoulder bandaged, sweat gleaming on his chest. The van was filled with monitors.On the main screen, he watched Julian in the interrogation room. He watched every subtle shift of Julian’s body language. He s
Across from him sat DeteRtive Miller. A man with a tired face and a mustache that had seen better decades."You're saying he forced you," Miller said for the third time. He tapped his pen on the file. "He kidnapped you from your office? Held you for weeks?""Yes," Julian said. He kept his voice soft
Julian’s eyes snapped open. The sound cut through the post-coital haze like a knife. It wasn't a dream. It was a siren. And it was close.He sat up, wincing at the pain in his arm. "Aiden."Aiden was already moving. He rolled out of bed and ran to the window. He peeled back the curtain just an inch.
The infection set in that night.They were driving through the mountains, aiming for the coast, trying to put as much distance between them and the ghost town as possible. The road wound treacherously along the cliffs, the drop-off falling away into darkness.Julian started shivering. He pulled his
I was grading the school term paper. Then I came to his. Ethan Martinez. I’d noticed him. Brilliant, sharp-tongued, with a rebellious glint in his dark eyes that made me want to bend him over my desk and fuck the attitude right out of him. He sat in the back row, always challenging me, always pushin
The rest of the day was a blur. I went through the motions of my life, my body a puppet, my mind a chaotic storm of fear, shame, and a sick, twisted excitement. The last mass of the day felt like it lasted an eternity. Every time Father Michael’s eyes met mine from the altar, a jolt of electricity s
The blue panel was the first thing I saw when I woke up, its familiar glow a stark contrast to the soft, luxurious bedding. My body ached with a dull, persistent need, a leftover hunger from yesterday’s denied orgasm. My cock was already hard, a heavy, insistent weight against my thigh. The words on
The rectory had become my new hell, and my new heaven. Every day, I would find an excuse to go there, to be alone with Father Michael. He would “counsel” me, which was a euphemism for the depraved, twisted things he did to my body. He would spank me, fuck me, make me call him “Daddy,” and fill me wi







