LOGINThe 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 did, my heart pounding. He brought the dildo to my lips, tracing them with the cool, silicone tip.“Relax your throat,” he instructed. “Breathe through your nose. When you feel the gag reflex coming, just pause. Breathe through it. Don’t fight it.”He slowly pushed the dildo into my mouth. It felt
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my jeans and my boxers, pulling them down in one swift, deliberate motion. My cock sprang free, slapping against my stomach with a wet sound. I was completely naked, completely exposed, completely at his mercy. The cool air of the room felt good against my ov
I held my breath, my eyes pressed to the slats in the door. My cock was throbbing, a painful, insistent beat. This was it. The research. The raw, unfiltered data. I unbuckled my jeans, pulling my own aching cock out. I was so hard it was almost purple, the tip already leaking pre-cum. I started to s
I heard the sound of a foil packet being torn open. A condom. Of course. A moment of disappointment pricked at me, but it was quickly replaced by anticipation. But then, I heard something else. The sound of the foil packet being tossed into the trash.My heart stopped. “What are you doing?” I asked,







