LOGINI inhaled deeply, still heaving and panting, desperately trying to catch my breath.
Kai moved behind me without a word. He bent me over until my face was pressed into the pillows, ass up. His hard, veiny cock slid between my parted cheeks, heavy and intimidating. My hands were still cuffed behind my back, leaving me completely exposed and helpless. I wouldn’t be able to push him away even if it hurt too much. He pressed the thick head against my hole and slowly pushed in. Inch after inch, stretching me open mercilessly. I winced, the sound muffled through the gag. He kept going deeper, filling me completely. Then he started moving — slow at first, then faster, harder. His low growl filled the room as he grabbed my hair without mercy, yanking my head back until my spine arched into a painful C-shape. He fucked me mercilessly. The sharp slapping of skin against skin echoed through the penthouse. Real tears slipped from the corners of my eyes. Why the fuck am I crying? I tried to hold them back, but the brutal mix of pain and pleasure kept forcing them out. His hand wrapped around my throat like a serpent, tight enough to make me whimper but not enough to choke me. My cock hardened again against my will, blood rushing back into it. I hated my body for betraying me. I didn’t want to enjoy being used like this — degraded and humiliated. But every deep thrust sent fire racing across my skin. He was hung like a fucking mule, and every brutal stroke against my prostate made my mind go blank. One more. Just one more. My legs curled, my balls tightened, and my cock pulsed. Cum dripped from the tip as my body convulsed. I was exhausted. At my limit. Kai, please stop. The words died behind the gag. I writhed and finally broke into quiet sobs. This felt like real punishment now. “Hang in there, boy. I won’t take much longer,” he growled, voice rough and lost in pleasure. Fucking bastard. You’re hurting me. He tightened his grip on my throat and hair, hips snapping faster. His breaths grew ragged. Then I felt it — his massive cock pulsing deep inside me as he came, flooding me with thick, hot cum. He shuddered violently before releasing me. I collapsed onto the bed, body shaking. “It’s your first day and my cum is already filling you up,” he said, clearly amused. The mocking tone made me want to shove him into an incinerator. “Oh, I didn’t catch that. Did you say something?” He leaned down, lips brushing my ear, voice low and threatening. His cock, still hard, slid between my ass cheeks again. “Oh look… you woke him up.” He bit my earlobe. “Now you have to put him back to sleep.” I shook my head frantically, humming desperately into the gag. No. Not again. I was still hurting badly. “Something you want to say?” he asked, irritation edging his voice. I nodded quickly. He finally pulled the gag from my mouth. I gasped for air. “I’m hurting,” I admitted, hating how weak I sounded. I should’ve told him to fuck off. Given him the middle finger and walked out. But I couldn’t. That would breach the contract. He owned me now. The realization was horrifying. “If you can’t take me there, then I’ll make use of this instead.” His fingers traced my lips. I shook my head, trying to pull away. He gripped my jaw firmly, holding it in place. “I shouldn’t feel teeth,” he warned, voice dark. He moved in front of me, his massive cock hanging heavy and slick right before my face. My jaw already ached from the gag, but it didn’t matter. This wasn’t about what I wanted. I was here to serve him. He grabbed my hair and shoved his cock into my mouth. I could only take it as he fucked my face with frantic, demanding strokes. Even while hating him, I couldn’t stop admiring the way his sculpted abs and chest flexed above me. His head fell back, muscles straining as he used my throat. He was insatiable. His grip on my hair became punishing as his hips stuttered. With a deep, guttural moan, he came again, pumping load after load down my throat. I swallowed every drop. The moment he finished, he pulled out and flung me onto the bed like a used toy. He finally unlocked the cuffs. Blood rushed back into my hands, stinging sharply. My wrists throbbed. “Take your clothes and leave.” His voice was cold metal. “What?” I asked, stunned. I hadn’t expected cuddling or sweet words, but this was a massive penthouse. It was 2 a.m. “I can sleep in another room—” He didn’t respond. He simply turned and walked into the bathroom. I dressed quickly, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a complete mess. Still, I tucked my hands into my pockets and left.The weather was decent. The sun spread its light across the sky, slowly drying the puddles and the damp air. Kai knew exactly what time it was. This was the quiet danger the day carried — the hour he would be summoned.He had not slept since the night before. Every hour had been spent training, every minute sharpening his skills. Every push-up, every streak of sweat, reminded him of one thing: precision.He made his mother breakfast and watched her take her medication.At exactly 12:00 p.m., his phone buzzed — right on time. The van was already waiting outside. Kai wiped the blades he had been sharpening for hours, slipped them into his pocket, and stepped out for the mission.They arrived at a small village not far from where they lived. Kai had been here before. A childhood memory stirred — chasing dandelions with a friend, blowing the white seeds into the air, or following a truck that spilled dirt so they could pick scrap. Or maybe those were only fragments of imagination.The fir
The Mandans gathered under the flickering lights of the abandoned garage. Rain still hammered the corrugated roof, but no one paid it any attention. The leader stood at the center, arms crossed, he laid out the instructions of the mission, why it was to be carried out, where and when. There was a local election happening. One of the chairmanship seats in the district was being contested hard. The current favorite was a dogged man who wouldn't stop talking about the rivers, about the thick, chemical-stained water, the dead fish, the children who got sick from all the industrial pollution. He wanted stricter rules. He wanted the factories held accountable. He wanted the pollution stopped.The other candidate was quieter, better funded, and already in the pocket of the rich and powerful people. He was the one who needed to win.The Mandans’ role was to cause chaos. Break windows. Start fires. Start fights in the streets around the polling stations. Make the day so noisy and dangerous t
The morning light had barely crept in when loud banging erupted from outside.Kai jolted awake on the thin spread mat, a sharp gasp escaping him. The sounds grew louder, sharper, more aggressive. Before he could fully sit up, the flimsy door burst open with a violent crack as a group of able-bodied men stormed inside.“Where’s that hag?!” one of them yelled.Kai scrambled to his feet and stepped in front of them before his mother could emerge from the back room. His small frame was tense, fists clenched at his sides.The leader — a burly man with a cruel face — thrust a folded paper toward them.“It’s over.” He threw the eviction notice at Kai’s mother as she stepped out. She flinched as the paper fluttered to the floor. “You’ve had four months of extensions on accumulated rent. Today is the day.”He signaled to his men with a sharp jerk of his head. “Take this filth out.”The men moved like vultures, grabbing what little furniture and belongings they had. Kai’s mother dropped to her
*****************living in memories***********Rain threatened in the moody grey sky as young Kai sprinted down the pebble streets, heart pounding in his ears. One of his old slippers was coming loose with every desperate stride, threatening to fly off. Lightning flashed, casting bright, jagged sparks across the dark alleys. He clutched the stolen loaf of bread tightly against his chest, the leather wrapping already damp from the humidity.He took a sharp turn behind a crumbling building and pressed his back against the cold wall, trying to quiet his ragged breathing. The men chasing him thundered past the block.“That little thief! He must be hiding somewhere around here!”Their footsteps grew dangerously close. Kai’s small hands tightened around the bread. The second he heard them turning the corner, he bolted — kicking off both slippers without a second thought. Sharp pebbles dug painfully into his bare feet, cutting into his skin, but he didn’t stop. Pain was nothing new.“Little
*******************Étienne Brooks ***************Death wasn’t something I wished on anybody, but not all the dead deserved to be mourned. Jobes Baker was certainly one whose death brought more silence than sorrow. But it was far from over. He was only one of the hundreds of billionaires behind the systematic exploitation of African and East Asian countries — the mines, the bribes, the destroyed communities, the rivers running red with more than just iron.I took a slow drag from my cigarette, staring out at the glittering city lights from my balcony. The night air was cold against my skin. For a moment, I allowed myself to believe I was safe up here.Then I felt it.That shift in the air. The way the silence suddenly felt heavier.I turned around and there he was — a tall man in a black coat standing only a few feet away, watching me like I was already something he owned. His presence was calm on the surface, but underneath it was something far more dangerous. Threatening. Like a bla
*******************Asher’s POV************************ Sunlight bled softly into the room through the half-closed blinds and white silk curtains. Tiny motes of dust danced in the golden beams. Outside, birds chirped cheerfully, completely unaware of the chaos that had chased us here. I lay with my cheek pressed against Kai’s bare chest, listening to the steady, reassuring thud of his heartbeat. I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it, but his arm was wrapped around me tightly — like he was afraid I might disappear if he let go. I shifted slightly, trying to sit up, but his arms tightened immediately, pulling me back down against him. “Stay,” he murmured, voice coarse and sleepy, still heavy with exhaustion. I stayed. My fingers traced lazy patterns across the hard planes of his chest as I nestled deeper into his warmth. It felt safe here. Dangerously right. In this quiet, hidden bungalow, away from the penthouse, the media, the bullets, and the endless noise of his world… I didn’
The rest of the day passed in a hazy blur. Kai’s words kept replaying in my head on an endless loop: “At my apartment. 9pm.” The deep timbre of his voice still lingered, sending unwelcome shivers racing down my spine no matter how hard I tried to ignore them. I couldn’t focus. Couldn’t concentrate
I followed behind him, my legs moving reluctantly. I could feel the other employees’ eyes boring into my back, silently praying for me and hoping I’d come out alive. I hadn’t fully decided if I regretted stepping forward, but I was still convinced it had been the right thing to do. I watched the wi
Kai's POV The moisture, slimy and slick wrapped around my hard cock, the tip shivering it's way up to his throat as his soft plump lips touched the base, fuck. I shuddered. He slid up and down, slowly, like he was trying to avoid gagging on it. With one hand resting behind my head, My other hand re
The hospital doors slid open with that familiar whoosh, and the cold antiseptic air hit me in the face, reminding me why I hated coming here. I took the elevator to the fourth floor, walked the quiet hallway to room 412. Mom was propped up against the pillows, smaller every time I saw her, the oxyge







