登入The shock of pleasure that ripped through Ethan's body was more intense than anything he had ever felt. His scream of pain morphed into a loud, shameless moan as the fat head of Marcus's cock ground directly against his swollen prostate. The crystal paperweight wobbled dangerously on his lower back, but Ethan locked his muscles, terrified of the consequences if it fell.Marcus didn't stop. He didn't give Ethan time to adjust to the massive invasion. He gripped the boy's hips tight and drove his thick shaft deeper, inch by agonizing inch, until his heavy, hairy balls were pressed flush against Ethan's burning, spanked ass.Ethan was sobbing into the mahogany desk, his body shaking violently. The stretch was unbearable. It felt like he was being split in two. But beneath the intense burn was a deep, aching fullness that was driving him insane. His own cock was trapped between his stomach and the desk, pulsing and leaking a steady stream of precum."Look at you," Marcus grunted, pulling
Ethan choked violently, his eyes watering as the thick flesh stretched his jaw to the limit and blocked his airway. He grabbed Marcus's thick thighs, his nails digging into the expensive suit pants, trying to push away, but the CEO was an immovable wall.Marcus grabbed Ethan's hair with both hands and held his head perfectly still. He began to fuck the boy's face with deep, aggressive thrusts, using Ethan's mouth like a piece of meat for his own pleasure."That's it," Marcus grunted, his head falling back as the wet, tight heat of Ethan's throat enveloped his shaft. "Swallow it, boy. Take every inch. You wanted to put me in my place? Now I am putting you in yours. On your knees, with your throat full of my cock."Tears streamed down Ethan's face, mixing with the spit and precum bubbling out of his mouth. His jaw ached, his throat burned, but his own cock was rock hard, straining against the zipper of his pants. He hated himself for it, but he loved the feeling of being used. He loved
Ethan Cross was a brat. He was a twenty-two-year-old trust fund baby with a sharp tongue, an overinflated ego, and a trust fund that could buy a small country. He was used to getting everything he wanted, and he loved making grown men feel small. But today, he had made a fatal mistake. He had humiliated the wrong man.The quarterly shareholder meeting had been a disaster for Marcus Sterling. Marcus was fifty-four, the CEO of a rival tech conglomerate, and a man who had built his empire from the dirt up. He was a mountain of a man, six foot five, with broad shoulders, a thick barrel chest, and massive hands that were currently clenched into fists so tight his knuckles were white. He wore a custom-tailored navy suit that cost more than a car, but it did nothing to hide the raw, intimidating power of his body. He had silver hair, a hard jaw, and dark, piercing eyes that had seen every dirty trick in the corporate book.During the meeting, Ethan had pulled a fast one. Using leaked documen
Arthur came back up the stairs carrying a large, black leather duffel bag. Leo was still sprawled naked on the lounge pad, cum leaking steadily from his well-used hole. The billionaire dropped the bag on the deck with a heavy thud and unzipped it. He didn't let Leo look inside. He just pulled out a thick, stainless steel butt plug with a sparkling blue sapphire embedded in the base.
Leo froze, his heart hammering against his ribs. His ass was still high in the air, the fat head of Arthur's cock pressed firmly against his slick, trembling hole. He turned his head slightly to see who had come out onto the sun deck.It was Klaus, the yacht's captain. Klaus was a tall, stern German man in his late thirties, wearing his crisp white uniform. He stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide as he took in the scene on the lounge pad. His billionaire boss, completely naked and slick with sweat, mounting a naked boy in the bright Mediterranean sun.Arthur did not flinch. He did not let go of Leo's throat. He simply looked up at the captain, his blue eyes cold and commanding. "Captain Klaus. What is it?"Klaus cleared his throat, his face turning a deep shade of red. He kept his eyes fixed firmly on the horizon. "My apologies, Mr. Sterling. We are approaching a squall. The seas are picking up. I came to advise you to move indoors."Arthur chuckled, the vibration rumbling throu
Leo's jaw ached, and tears streamed down his cheeks, but he was in heaven. He loved being used. He loved the weight of the billionaire's cock on his tongue, the rough grip on his hair, and the dominant grunts falling from Arthur's lips. Leo's own cock was throbbing wildly between his legs, completely untouched and leaking a steady stream of precum onto the white lounge pad.Arthur pulled his cock out of Leo's mouth with a loud, wet pop. Leo gasped for air, coughing and panting, his chin dripping with his own spit. Arthur slapped his heavy, wet cock against Leo's flushed cheeks, the sound sharp and degrading."You suck me so well, boy. But I did not come up here for a blowjob," Arthur said, his voice rough and breathless. He reached over to a small side table next to the lounge pad and grabbed a bottle of high-end lubricant he had placed there earlier. He popped the cap and poured a thick glob directly onto his fingers."Turn around. Face the water. Stick that ass up in the air for me,







