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"Sign your name on the dotted line or I am going to have to take it out of your ass."Jake froze, the electronic scanner hovering an inch over the glowing screen of his phone. He looked up. The man standing in the doorway of the private villa was massive. He had to be at least six foot five, with shoulders that completely blocked the light coming from inside the house. He was wearing a thin white t-shirt that stretched tight across his chest and grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips."I just need a signature for the delivery," Jake said, his voice coming out quieter than he wanted.The man smiled. It wasn't a friendly smile. It was slow and predatory. "I know. I am Ethan. Come inside. The lighting out here is terrible and I cannot see the screen."Jake knew he wasn't supposed to go inside customer houses. The delivery company had strict rules about it. But it was past midnight, he was exhausted, and Ethan was staring at him with an intensity that made his stomach flip. Jake steppe

  "Stand up and face the van." Jake climbed out of the van. His legs were shaking. The cool concrete of the driveway felt rough under his bare feet. He was completely naked from the waist down. His cock was still hard, sticking straight out. Ethan stepped out behind him. He was also naked from the waist down, his thick cock swinging heavily as he walked. The driveway security lights were bright, casting harsh yellow shadows. The private villa was set back from the road, but the fence line was only twenty feet away. The neighbor's house was clearly visible. "Hands on the van. Spread your legs," Ethan ordered. Jake press

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