MasukChapter 3: Thoroughly Wrecked The first cock shoved past Alex’s lips before he fully processed the order. One of the masked men gripped his hair and forced his head back, thick shaft sliding over his tongue in one brutal shove. Alex gagged hard, eyes watering, but the man only groaned and pushed deeper until Alex’s nose pressed against dark pubic hair. Across the room he heard Theo’s sharp, broken moan as two men yanked his pants down and spread his ass open. Marcus was still snarling curses even as they forced him to his knees and fed him cock from both sides. The leader circled them slowly, watching with calm satisfaction. “Look at the three of you,” he murmured. “Months...years of tension. All that eye fucking across offices and late night meetings. We’re just finishing what you were too cowardly to start.” Theo laughed, breathless and wild, even as a thick cock stretched his hole open in one long shove. “Fuck...finally. Someone with actual balls.” The man behind him slapp
Chapter 2: Wrong Turn The highway stretched out under the night sky, broken only by the occasional sweep of headlights and the low hum of the engine. Inside the SUV the air had grown heavier, warmer, thick with the kind of silence that only exists between people who have spent years wanting each other and never quite crossing the line. Theo’s head was still resting against Alex’s shoulder. Every few minutes he shifted just enough for his lips to brush the side of Alex’s neck when he spoke. Marcus’s hand remained high on Alex’s thigh, thumb moving in slow, absent circles that were driving Alex quietly insane. No one mentioned it. No one moved away. “You know,” Theo murmured, voice low and lazy, “if we actually make it to this villa without one of us jumping the other, I’m going to be impressed. And slightly disappointed.” Marcus’s deep voice rumbled from the other side. “Keep talking like that and we won’t make it out of the car.” Alex exhaled through his nose. “Both of you.
Chapter 1: The DecisionAlexander Kane had not taken a real day off in three years, two months, and sixteen days.He knew the exact number because Theo had updated the little digital sticky note on the corner of his monitor every Monday morning like a silent accusation. The note currently read: "Days since last actual human rest: 1,142. Seeking help."Alex stared at it now from behind the wide glass desk of his penthouse office, sleeves rolled to the elbows, tie loosened just enough to prove he still possessed a circulatory system. The city glittered thirty seven floors below like it was laughing at him. Triple monitors glowed with spreadsheets, acquisition contracts, and seventy three unread emails marked urgent. His head throbbed in that familiar, permanent way with the kind of ache that lived behind the eyes and never fully left.Theo Lang stood on the other side of the desk with a tablet balanced against one hip, looking entirely too put-together for a man who had been working t
Chapter 3 Asher’s apartment was smaller than I expected. He lived at the fourth floor, his place felt homely, books stacked on the windowsill, a worn leather armchair angled toward the city view, and the faint smell of coffee and clean laundry. He had no excessive furniture. Just a quiet space that belonged entirely to him. He opened the door in dark joggers and a soft gray T-shirt, barefoot, hair slightly damp like he’d showered recently. For a moment we just looked at each other across the threshold. “You came,” he said. “Yeh...you invited me.” He stepped aside and I walked in. The door clicked shut behind us with a soft finality that felt heavier than it should have. Neither of us spoke at first. Asher moved to the kitchen area and poured two glasses of water. He handed me one without asking. Our fingers brushed. The contact was brief, ordinary, and somehow more intimate than anything that had happened under rope. “I keep waiting for you to start structuring the eve
Chapter 2 I didn’t sleep that night. Asher had left around two in the morning. I had called a car for him, walked him down to the private entrance, and watched the taillights disappear into the rain without touching him again. It should have been clean. The way these things were supposed to end. Instead I sat in the dark of the private room for a long time after, the scent of rope, skin and sweat still hanging in the air, and I realized my hands were not steady. That had never happened before. The next three days I told myself I would follow the structure. Give space. Wait for him to initiate contact if he wanted another scene. That was the agreement. That was safe. On the fourth day, Asher texted me one line: We should really talk. I stared at the message longer than I should have. We met in the same lounge where we had signed the contract. Daylight this time. No whiskey. No low lighting to soften anything. Asher was already there when I arrived, same black shirt, s
Chapter 1 I don’t usually meet them in person before the first scene. Contracts can be signed digitally. Limits can be discussed over encrypted messages. It’s cleaner that way. Less room for the human element to complicate things. But Asher Cole had refused the standard process. So I sat in the private lounge of a members-only club in the city, nursing a whiskey I hadn’t touched, and waited. He arrived exactly on time. Dark jeans. Black button-down with the sleeves rolled once. No jewelry. No visible nerves. He looked younger than twenty nine in the low light, but his eyes were older, steady, assessing, already taking my measure the way I was taking his. He didn’t smile when he sat down across from me. “Dominic Raines,” he gently said. “Asher.” I set the glass down. “You insisted on meeting first. Talk.” He leaned back in the chair, studying me with an openness that most people found uncomfortable. “I don’t scene with anyone I haven’t looked in the eye. And I don’t sign any
Chapter 1: The First WarningThe night Professor Adrian Vale first truly noticed him, he wasn’t looking for anything or for any trouble.He had spent the last few years carefully rebuilding the walls around himself after a painful divorce that had taken more than it gave. Adrian had become very goo
Chapter 4: Dangerous GamesThe days after the revelation and message felt heavier, like the air itself was pressing down on them.Professor Adrian Vale stood at the front of the lecture hall on Thursday afternoon, delivering his notes on power dynamics with the same measured tone he had always used
Chapter 3: Cracks in the WallThe days that followed dragged on with a heavy kind of silence that wrapped around them both.Professor Adrian Vale moved through his lectures with the same calm authority he had always shown, but inside, something had fundamentally shifted, his thoughts kept drifting
Chapter 2: The Second LessonThe next evening, Professor Adrian Vale stood in his apartment, staring at the clock. The time was 8:47 PM. He had spent the entire day telling himself he wouldn’t do this again. That it was wrong and dangerous. he might eventually lose his career if caught. Yet here he







