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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

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

Ten 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

The studio was dark, lit only by the streetlights filtering through the high, grime-streaked windows. It was nearly midnight. The rest of the building was silent, the other businesses long closed. Adrian was still there. He hadn't left after the session ended. He couldn't.He was bent over the weight bench, the same one he’d been violated on during the first consultation. But this time, the dynamic was different. The playful testing was over. The "conditioning" was just the warm-up. This was the main event.Kael walked to the front of the studio. Adrian heard the heavy deadbolt slide into place with a final, metallic thud. The sound made his stomach drop. There was no leaving now.Kael returned to the bench. He was shirtless, his sweatpants riding low on his hips. Adrian was dressed from the waist up—his crisp white dress shirt was still tucked in, the silk tie knotted perfectly at his throat. But from the waist down, he was naked. His suit trousers were pooled on the floor somewhere

The car ride was silent. Adrian sat in the passenger seat of Kael’s SUV, dressed in a simple black t-shirt and jeans. It was the most casual outfit Kael had allowed him to wear to a session. Usually, Kael liked the suit, liked destroying the professional image. Tonight was different. Tonight, they weren't going to the studio.Kael pulled the SUV into an underground parking garage beneath a non-descript brick building in the industrial district. He parked and turned off the engine."Out," Kael said.Adrian unbuckled his seatbelt and got out. The air in the garage was cool and smelled of concrete and exhaust. Kael led him to an elevator. He pressed a button for the top floor. As the doors closed, Kael reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a strip of thick black leather with a metal D-ring in the center."Turn around," Kael ordered.Adrian turned his back to Kael. He felt the leather wrap around his throat. It was snug, not choking, but firm. Kael buckled it in the back. Adrian r