로그인Ten minutes in. Adrian’s knees were weak. He felt like he might pass out. The sensation on his hole was blurring into a constant hum of pleasure. It was like an itch he couldn't scratch, a pressure that wouldn't break.Kael spit again. The wetness made the sliding easier, louder. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the quiet room."Your hole is twitching," Kael said, his voice rougher now. "It's trying to suck me in. You're desperate for it, aren't you, lawyer?""Yes," Adrian hissed. "God, yes.""Beg for it properly.""Please, Kael. Please fuck me. Put it in. I need it."Kael laughed darkly. "Not happening. We have twenty-five minutes left."The denial was cruel. Kael pressed the head of his cock flat against the opening and applied steady pressure, stretching the rim, threatening to breach, but never following through. He held it there for a full minute, just letting Adrian feel the stretch, the potential.Adrian’s breathing turned into ragged sobbing. He was overwhelme
Three days later, Adrian stood outside the studio door. He was wearing another suit—navy blue this time, pinstripe, expensive Italian wool. Underneath, he was bare. The instruction in the initial consultation email had been explicit: Do not wear underwear. Going commando in tailored trousers was a strange sensation. The fabric brushed against him constantly, a reminder of his exposure with every step he took.He entered the studio. Kael was standing by the weight rack, stacking heavy plates. He didn't look up when the door opened."Lock it," Kael said.Adrian turned the deadbolt. The click echoed in the large space. He walked to the center of the room. He felt more exposed today than he had on Tuesday. Tuesday, he could pretend it was a strange medical assessment. Today, the formality of the contract he knew was waiting made it clear: this was a transaction."Knees," Kael said, still not looking at him.Adrian hesitated for a split second. He was a partner at a prestigious firm. He ar
The address on the business card was in a part of the city that didn’t see much foot traffic after dark. It was a converted warehouse district, all brick and concrete, quiet and imposing. Adrian checked his watch, a heavy, expensive piece that felt tight on his wrist. He was ten minutes early. He was never early, but the stress of the last six months had been unraveling him at the seams.He smoothed the front of his three-piece suit. It was charcoal wool, tailored perfectly to his frame, crisp and professional. But underneath the expensive fabric, Adrian felt like a mess. His heart rate was elevated, his palms were sweating slightly, and to his mortification, he was already half-hard. He didn’t know if it was the stress, the lack of sleep, or the specific nature of this appointment, but his body was reacting in a way that was entirely inappropriate for a Tuesday evening.He pushed open the heavy metal door. The studio inside was stark. High ceilings, exposed ductwork, and a wall of mi
"I didn't ask for your opinion," Kai said. He lined his cock up with Leo’s hole. "I’m going to fuck you right here. And "I’m going to fuck you right here. And you’re going to take it."Kai didn't wait for a response. He grabbed Leo’s hips with both hands, his fingers digging into the bruises from the morning. He lined himself up and thrust forward.Leo cried out, his fingers clawing at the sofa fabric. It hurt. He was still sore from the night before and the morning, and Kai was thick and demanding. But Kai didn't stop. He pushed forward relentlessly, burying his cock inch by inch until he was fully inside."Relax," Kai grunted. "Let me in."Leo tried to breathe through the pain. He dropped his head against his arms, his body trembling. He felt so full. He could feel Kai’s pulse inside him, a heavy throbbing that matched his own heartbeat."God, you're tight," Kai groaned. He pulled back, almost all the way out, and then slammed back in.The force of the thrust pushed the sofa forward
Leo sat on the arm of the beige sofa. It was the only piece of furniture in the living room that felt fully settled, mostly because he had spent the last hour scrubbing a stray mark off the cushion. The apartment was different now. The boxes that had been piled to the ceiling were gone. The furniture was arranged. The floors were swept.It looked like a home. But it didn’t feel like one.Leo looked at the cable box. 7:58 PM.His heart was beating a hard, rhythm against his ribs. He wasn’t nervous about the apartment anymore. He was nervous about the door. He was wearing loose sweatpants and a t-shirt, but the clothes felt heavy on his skin. Underneath the fabric, his body was a map of bruises. His hips were dotted with finger-sized marks, purple and yellow. His ass was sore, a deep, throbbing ache that reminded him of the morning every time he shifted his weight.He stood up. He walked to the window and pulled the blind down slightly. The street outside was quiet.The buzzer rang.The
"Please," Leo begged. "Fuck me. Please"Fuck me," Leo begged again, his voice cracking. "Please, Kai. I need it."Kai chuckled darkly. He kept the slow, teasing pace, just barely pushing the head of his cock inside before pulling back out. Leo was trembling, his hands gripping the sofa arm until his knuckles turned white. He tried to push back, to get Kai deeper, but Kai held his hips still with an iron grip."Look at you," Kai grunted. "Desperate for it. You were acting so shy yesterday, and now you're begging for my dick like a cheap whore."Leo didn't care about the insults. He just needed the friction. He needed the pain and the pleasure. "I am a whore," Leo whimpered. "I'm your whore. Please."That seemed to be what Kai was waiting for. He tightened his grip on Leo’s hips and slammed forward, burying his entire length in one violent thrust.Leo screamed, his head falling back. The force of it pushed the sofa forward a few inches across the carpet."Take it," Kai growled.He didn'







