로그인Leo pulled his jeans back on with shaking hands. His ass was throbbing, swollen, and overflowing with cum. His legs felt like jelly. He sat down on the couch, wincing at the pressure on his sore hole, and watched Kai pour the last of the whiskey into his cup.Kai drank it slowly, leaning against the door, looking at Leo with those dark, dominant eyes. Leo looked at the clock on the tablet. They had twelve minutes left. He didn't want Kai to leave. The thought of going back to his empty apartment, back to his boring, lonely life, made his chest physically ache. He wanted more. He wanted Kai to keep using him."You're staring at me," Kai said, setting the empty cup on the floor."I don't want you to go," Leo admitted quietly, his face flushing red.Kai raised an eyebrow. "Is that right?""Yes. I want... I want you to fuck me again."Kai walked over to the door. Leo's heart sank, thinking he was leaving. But instead of unlocking it, Kai reached up and flipped the lock switch, disengaging
Leo didn't know how he got hard again that fast. Maybe it was the dirty talk. Maybe it was the way Kai was looking at him. Kai was sitting on the couch, his soft cock hanging out of his jeans, drinking whiskey and watching Leo stroke himself back to full hardness.When Leo's dick was standing straight up, leaking precum, Kai put his cup down and stood up. He grabbed Leo by the arm and dragged him across the small room."Stand facing the wall," Kai ordered, pointing to the far wall.Leo walked over on unsteady legs. The entire back wall of the karaoke room was covered floor to ceiling in mirrors. It was meant so people could watch themselves sing. Leo stood in front of it, his pale, skinny body reflected back at him. He looked wrecked. His hair was messy, his lips were swollen, his face was flushed, and his hard dick was sticking straight out.Kai stepped up behind him, his massive frame blocking out the neon lights. He pressed his body against Leo's back, and Leo could feel Kai's cock
Leo scrambled to his feet, his knees aching from the hard floor. His face was a mess—covered in spit, tears, and precum. His jaw ached from being stretched open for so long. But his dick was still rock hard, sticking out of his unzipped jeans.Kai stood up too, his massive cock jutting out from his open jeans. He looked at Leo with dark, hungry eyes. He reached out and grabbed Leo's chin, tilting his face up."You look like a slut," Kai said, his thumb rubbing Leo's lower lip. "A dirty little slut who just got his throat fucked in a karaoke booth."Leo's cock twitched at the words. "Please," he whispered, not even knowing what he was begging for.Kai spun him around forcefully. Leo stumbled, catching himself on the armrest of the small leather couch. Kai stepped up right behind him, his heavy chest pressing against Leo's back. Leo could feel Kai's hard cock resting between his ass cheeks, hot and heavy."Take your pants off," Kai said directly into his ear, his breath hot against Leo'
Leo slouched on the cracked leather couch in private room four, scrolling through the ancient tablet that controlled the karaoke machine. The room was small, barely ten feet by ten feet, with tacky neon lights flashing pink and blue along the walls. It was midnight on a Tuesday, and he had booked the room for two hours just to be alone. He was twenty-four, skinny, quiet, and completely burnt out from his data entry job. He didn't actually want to sing. He just wanted to sit in a dark, soundproof box, drink the overpriced beer he had brought in his backpack, and exist in silence.He queued up a random slow song he didn't know, letting the instrumental track play quietly through the surround sound speakers. He cracked open his beer, took a long sip, and let his head fall back against the couch. The soundproofing in these rooms was incredibly thick. Once that heavy wooden door closed, you couldn't hear a single thing from the hallway outside. The staff could be standing right outside, an
The fluorescent lights of the QuickStop buzzed overhead, casting that sickly, pale glow that made everyone look like shit. Leo leaned his elbows on the scratched laminate counter, staring at the parking lot through the smudged glass doors. It was 2:14 AM.The graveyard shift.He had been working at this convenience store for six months, and he hated every single second of it. The pay was garbage, the customers were either drunk or high, and the smell of stale hot dogs and floor cleaner had permanently seeped into his skin.Leo was twenty-three, skinny, quiet, and tired. He had dark messy hair that fell into his brown eyes, a slim build that made him look younger than he was, and a permanent look of boredom on his face. He was wearing the standard blue polo shirt with the store logo on the chest, which was two sizes too big for him, and black khaki pants. He looked exactly like what he was: a broke college dropout working a dead-end job.The automatic doors slid open with a chime, and
Thursday night. Leo didn't even bother pretending to work. He had cleaned every surface in the store twice, restocked every shelf, and mopped the floor until it shined. Now he was sitting on the counter, swinging his legs, his heart racing with anticipation.At exactly 2 AM, the chime rang. Damon walked in. He was wearing a black leather jacket over a dark grey shirt, and he looked massive and intimidating. He locked the deadbolt behind him and flipped the sign to closed. Then he turned around and looked at Leo sitting on the counter."Take your clothes off," Damon said. His voice was flat, leaving no room for discussion.Leo didn't hesitate. He pulled his polo shirt over his head and dropped it on the counter. He unbuttoned his khaki pants, pushed them down, and kicked them off along with his boxers. He sat back on the counter, completely naked, his half-hard dick resting against his thigh. The store was bright, the fluorescent lights illuminating every inch of his pale, slim body.D







