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I woke up and tried to sit up, but my body screamed in protest. My ass was sore. My thighs ached. When I looked down, I saw bite marks on my hips and bruises on my inner thighs. Cum was dried on my stomach and chest.I threw off the covers and walked to the bathroom. My legs were shaking so bad I could barely stand. I turned on the shower and let the hot water run over me. I washed the dried cum off my skin. I touched my hole. It was red and swollen.I got out and dried off. I pulled on a clean t-shirt and a pair of loose boxers. I walked out of the bedroom. Every step reminded me of last night. I felt stretched. I felt owned.I walked into the kitchen. The sunlight was bright. I needed food. I went to the cupboard and grabbed a bowl. I poured some cereal and added milk. I turned around and almost dropped the bowl.Ace was sitting at the kitchen table.He wore nothing but a pair of black boxers. His chest was bare. His hair was messy. He looked like a god. And he was hard. His dick st

The rain hit the windshield so hard I could barely see the road. It was a heavy, cold storm. The wipers were on high, but they just smeared the water across the glass. I tapped the gas. I just wanted to get home. I was doing eighty in a fifty-five zone, but the roads were empty. Who cared?Red and blue lights flashed in my rearview mirror."Shit," I whispered. My heart jumped into my throat. I checked the mirror. A massive police SUV was right on my tail. I slowed down and pulled onto the muddy shoulder. The gravel crunched under my tires as I came to a stop. I turned off the engine. The silence inside the car was heavy. The only sound was the rain drumming on the roof.I watched the mirror. The door of the SUV opened. A man got out. He was huge. He adjusted his belt and walked toward me with a flashlight in one hand and a baton in the other. When the light hit his face, I recognized him. It was Officer Jack. He was a legend in this town. Everyone knew he was tough, but I also heard r

The bathhouse didn't have a sign. Just a red light above a black door and stairs going down into the dark.Soren had been here twice before. Both times he'd chickened out—let some stranger jerk him off in a corner and left with his heart pounding. Not tonight. Three weeks since his breakup. Three weeks of his own hand and his own thoughts and his own apartment closing in on him. Tonight he needed skin. He needed heat. He needed to be touched by someone who wasn't himself.He paid. He stripped. He wrapped a towel around his hips—low, barely staying on—and walked down the humid hallway barefoot.The steam room was at the end. He pushed through the door and the heat hit him like a wall. Wet. Thick. The room was fogged up so bad he could barely see. Just one amber light glowing through the mist, tiled benches rising up in rows, and the shapes of men sitting in the dark. Watching. Waiting.Soren climbed to the top bench. The highest one. The one everyone could see.He sat back against the

Dr. Elias Voss sat behind his large oak desk. He wore a pressed button-down shirt and a tie. He looked like a strict, married man, though he wore no ring. He was in his late thirties, dominant, and completely repressed. He held a stack of papers in his hand. He looked across the desk at Jude.Jude sat in the chair, slouching. He was a brilliant student, but he was rebellious. He wore a leather jacket and a smart look on his face."You copied this essay from a 1994 journal," Elias said. He dropped the papers onto the desk. "Word for word, Jude."Jude crossed his arms. "Maybe the journal copied me.""Do not play games with me. This is plagiarism. The university policy is clear. Expulsion."Jude's face dropped. The rebellion left his eyes for a second. He needed this degree. He sat up straight. "Come on, Dr. Voss. Don't do that. I wrote it at the last minute. I panicked.""You should have thought of that before you stole someone else's work.""Isn't there something else?" Jude asked. "Ex

Kael pushed open the locker room door and stepped inside. The place was empty and dimly lit after the underground fight ended. He had lost badly to Riven the undefeated champion. Now he owed one full night of total submission. The rules were simple in their world. Pay the debt or get destroyed outside the ring. Kael hated owing anyone anything but tonight he had no choice.Riven waited for him leaning against the lockers. He looked cocky as hell with his arms crossed over his muscular chest. He wore only a pair of loose shorts. His body still showed the marks from their fight."You took your sweet time loser." Riven said with a smirk. "I have been waiting to collect what you owe me."Kael closed the door behind him. "Let us get this shit over with. One night. That is it."Riven laughed. "One night of total submission. You are going to fuck me exactly how I want it. But I am the one in charge. I say when how deep and how hard. You are just the cock I use to pay your debt."Kael felt hi