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The Coach’s Hands(3)

Chapter 3Saturday’s private block was scheduled for two full hours.Theo arrived twenty minutes early and still found the door already locked, the shade already down. When Rylan let him in, the older man was shirtless, skin faintly damp, black shorts hanging low enough that the thick base of his cock was visible above the waistband. The studio lights were lower than usual. A single weight bench had been dragged to the center of the mirrored room. A towel, a bottle of lube, and a small black cock ring sat on the bench like instruments laid out for surgery.Rylan’s eyes moved over Theo once, slow and thorough.“Clothes off. On the bench. On your back. Hands above your head.”Theo stripped in silence. His cock was already hard, the head shiny with precome. He lay back on the cool leather. Rylan stepped between his spread thighs, took the cock ring, and slid it down Theo’s shaft until it sat snug at the base, tight enough to make every pulse feel heavier. Then he slicked two fingers and

The Landlord’s Rules(1)

The Landlord’s RulesChapter 1The knock came at 11:47 p.m.Jude Ellis froze with his hand still wrapped around his cock. The apartment was dark except for the glow of his laptop screen, paused on a video he’d already watched three times. He’d been close—so close the head of his dick was shiny and his stomach was tight—when the hard, deliberate knock cut through the quiet.He knew that knock.Victor Hale did not knock like a normal neighbor.Jude scrambled for his sweatpants, shoved himself back inside them still hard, and wiped his hand on a T-shirt before crossing the small living room. He opened the door on the chain first.Victor stood in the hallway wearing dark joggers and a black long-sleeve that clung to his chest and arms. At thirty-four he looked like he belonged in a different building—something with a doorman and a private elevator instead of this aging mid-rise with slow pipes and thinner walls. Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark hair still damp from a shower. The kind of face t

The Landlord’s Rules(2)

The Landlord’s RulesChapter 2Jude woke to the feel of a large, warm hand wrapped around his cock.The bedroom was still dark except for the thin line of city light cutting through the blinds. Victor lay behind him, chest pressed to Jude’s back, mouth against the curve of his neck. The older man’s other arm was locked around his waist, holding him in place while that slow, deliberate fist stroked him from base to tip.“You’re already leaking,” Victor murmured, voice rough with sleep. “Body remembers who it belongs to now.”Jude’s hips twitched forward into the grip. His hole still ached from the night before—tender, used, greedy. Victor’s cock rested heavy and half-hard against the cleft of his ass, skin on skin.“What time is it?” Jude managed.“Just after six. I’ve got a meeting at nine. That gives us two hours.” Victor’s thumb swiped over the head of Jude’s cock, collecting the wetness there and spreading it down the shaft. “New rule starts today. You don’t touch yourself unless I

The Landlord’s Rules(3)

Chapter 3Victor’s apartment was on the top floor—larger, quieter, with better windows and a bed that looked like it had been chosen specifically for wrecking someone on. Jude stood just inside the door at 9:40 p.m., still in the clothes he’d worked in all day, the dull ache deep inside him a constant reminder of the morning. Victor had texted one word at 8:57:Upstairs. Now.Victor was already shirtless when he opened the door, dark joggers hanging low on his hips, the heavy outline of his cock visible against the fabric. He didn’t greet Jude. He just stepped aside, locked the door, and pointed at the open space in front of the wide windows.“Clothes off. All of it. Present.”Jude stripped. Shirt, jeans, briefs. His cock was already half-hard from the walk up the stairs, from the single-word command, from the knowledge of what was coming. He stood with his feet apart, hands behind his back. The city glittered behind him through the glass.Victor walked a slow circle around him, close

Open Availability(1)

Open AvailabilityChapter 1I’ve been hard since 4:17 p.m.That’s the exact minute Adrian Voss walked back into the office from his last meeting, loosened his tie with two fingers, and looked at me like he already knew. He always knows. It’s been seven months of this—seven months of late nights, of his voice dropping an octave when he says my name, of me going home with my cock aching and my hand working overtime while I replay every glance, every accidental brush of his fingers when he hands me a file.Tonight the building is empty. The cleaning crew finished an hour ago. The only light left on the entire forty-second floor is the one over his desk and the small lamp on mine. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city below looks like it’s drowning in slow motion.Adrian’s voice cuts through the quiet.“Kai. In here.”I stand. My legs feel unsteady. The front of my dress pants is tented so obviously it’s almost funny, except nothing about this is funny. I’ve jerked off to th

Open Availability(2)

Chapter 2I stayed late the next night like he told me to.The office emptied out around seven. By 7:40 the only light left on the floor was the one spilling out of Adrian’s doorway. My cock had been half-hard since lunch—every time his voice came through the intercom, every time I caught him watching me over the top of his monitor. The new rule sat in my head like a live wire: You don’t come unless I say you can. You don’t touch yourself at home unless I give permission.I hadn’t touched myself last night. I’d gone to bed aching and woken up harder.When I stepped into his office he was already standing by the windows, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking out at the rain. He didn’t turn around right away.“Lock the door.”I locked it. The soft click felt louder than it should have.Adrian turned. His eyes dropped straight to the front of my pants. I was fully hard now, the outline obvious against the dark fabric. He didn’t smile. He just crooked two fingers.“Come here.”I went. Wh

Open Availability(3)

Chapter 3I wore the gray pants.By 11:30 a.m. I was already hard. Adrian had called me into his office three separate times for things that could have been emails. Each time his eyes dropped straight to the front of my pants and stayed there a second too long. Each time he dismissed me with a quiet “That’s all” that somehow felt like a hand wrapping around my throat.I didn’t touch myself. The rule sat in my head like a brand.At 7:15 the floor emptied. At 7:22 his voice came through the intercom, low and calm.“Kai. Now.”I locked the door behind me without being told. Adrian was already standing by the windows, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, the city lights outlining the hard line of his shoulders. When he turned, his gaze went straight to the obvious tent in the gray fabric.“Good boy,” he said. “You’ve been hard for hours, haven’t you?”“Yes.”“And you didn’t touch it.”“No.”“Come here.”I went. He reached out and cupped me through the pants, squeezing once, firm enough to make

The Tutor’s Hands(1)

: The Tutor’s HandsChapter 1I never meant for it to go this far.I was just trying to pass Calculus II so I wouldn’t lose my scholarship. That was the only reason I answered the campus ad: Experienced private tutor. Patient. Flexible hours. Results guaranteed. The number belonged to someone named Adrian Cole. No photo. No age. Just a short, clean text that said he could meet me that same night if I was free.I was free. I was always free. My dorm room smelled like old coffee and desperation, and the only thing waiting for me was another night of staring at equations that refused to make sense. So I texted back.He suggested the library’s quiet study rooms on the third floor. Neutral. Safe. I showed up ten minutes early, laptop under one arm, textbook under the other, trying to look like I had my shit together. I didn’t.The door opened and I forgot how to breathe.Adrian Cole was tall—easily six-two—with dark hair that looked like he’d run his hands through it a few times and decide

His tutor hand(2)

Chapter 2I spent the next three days hard and distracted.Every time I sat down to study, the memory of Adrian’s mouth came back—hot, deliberate, the way he’d looked up at me while he took everything I gave him. I jerked off twice a day just to take the edge off and still showed up to Thursday’s session already half-hard in my jeans.He was already in the room when I arrived. Same black sweater. Same quiet intensity. The door clicked shut behind me and the lock turned with a soft, final sound.“You’re early,” he said.“Couldn’t wait.”His eyes dropped to the front of my pants and stayed there for a second. Then he nodded toward the table.“Sit. Show me what you worked on.”I sat. He came around behind me again, close enough that the heat of his body pressed against my back. His hand settled on the nape of my neck like it belonged there, thumb stroking slow circles while I pulled up the new problem set.We lasted exactly twelve minutes.I was in the middle of explaining my steps when

The tutors hand(3)

Chapter 3I lasted four days.By the fifth I was losing my mind.Adrian’s rule—no touching myself—had turned every ordinary moment into torture. Showering was dangerous. Walking across campus with a backpack pressed against my front was worse. At night I lay in bed hard and aching, replaying the way he’d stretched me open in that chair, the thick drag of his cock, the low sound he made when he came. My hands stayed clenched in the sheets. I didn’t break the rule. I wanted the reward too badly.Thursday evening I showed up to the study room fifteen minutes early, already leaking into my underwear. The door was unlocked. He was waiting.Adrian looked me over once and knew.“Good boy,” he said quietly.Two words and my knees went weak.He locked the door, set his bag on the table, and pointed at the clear space in front of it.“Clothes off. Fold them. Then get on your knees.”I stripped fast, folding everything the way he wanted, and dropped to the floor. The carpet was thin. My cock sto

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