“This way, boy,” James called to me. I was on my hands and knees, crawling toward another doorway, another room. My body ached, and hunger gnawed at me, but I told myself it was almost over.
“How did you like the wine I left you?” James smiled as I crawled through the door, feeling buzzed and slightly off-kilter. Maybe the wine would help dull the pain. Maybe it would make this easier.
My eyes widened as I crawled in. This room was bathed in gold and white, with large LCD-paneled walls surrounding the bed. The opulence felt surreal, like it didn’t belong in the same reality as the things I’d endured.
Next to the bed, there were several cookies, brownies, and more wine. My stomach growled involuntarily. “A toast to your submission,” James said, helping me sit on the edge of the bed and handing me a tall glass of wine in a fancy glass.
“To the last few hours of our time together,” he said as we clinked glasses. The sound lingered in the air, resonating like a countdown to the end.
I drank, hoping it would blur the edges of my shame and exhaustion. James held my glass up. “All of it,” he commanded, and I obeyed. The wine warmed my throat and settled heavily in my stomach.
He handed me a brownie. No lie, I was starving, so I ate it quickly—then reached for another. The sweetness melted on my tongue, and for a brief moment, the gnawing ache in my belly eased.
“Now, ADAM, it’s the final part of our night, and I want you to feel special,” James said, his voice dripping with satisfaction as my eyes glazed slightly, the mix of wine, hunger, and exhaustion dulling my resistance.
“I’m going to fuck you, and don’t worry—as soon as you get used to it, you’re going to be writhing like a cheap whore.”
What? What did he say? I blinked, trying to get my bearings, but everything felt foggy. The words hung in the air, heavy and sharp, but I told myself I must have misheard. I was just imagining it, wasn’t I?
“You are only to cum by getting fucked. No playing with your cock, bitch,” James said, his voice laced with venom and lust.
I was dizzy, my head spinning as I looked around the room. Everything seemed surreal, the lights too bright, the air too warm, my body too light.
“I’m going to have some porn playing on the screens to make sure you’re turned on. That, and some poppers, should finally turn you,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine. His gaze was piercing, his tone dripping with control and intent.
I felt warmth flood my body, a strange sense of weightlessness that made me feel disconnected from everything but him. I couldn’t even focus long enough to be sure if I was imagining this or if it was real.
“Are you a slut, Adam?” he asked, his voice a low, dangerous growl, cutting through the haze. In my mind, I could hear the echoes of the earphones, the sounds of moans and gasps, the dirty words that had wormed their way into my thoughts.
Without thinking, without even realizing it, I replied, “I’m a slut, James.”
The words spilled out of my mouth like they weren’t mine, like they came from some part of me I didn’t recognize. But as soon as I said them, his grin widened, and the room seemed to grow hotter.
He took my arm and pulled me off the bed, the sheets offering the best surface to slide. My body felt weightless as I slumped to the floor, a bit disoriented, my mind foggy but buzzing with energy.
I looked over at James, who stood up, pulled his clothes off, and sat back down, legs spread wide, his balls and fat cock at my eye level. The sight made my breath hitch—was it always this thick? This heavy?
“Get to it,” he commanded, his voice firm but laced with something darker, something that drew me in. In my haze, I moved forward without hesitation, my focus narrowing on his cock. Flaccid but thick, his balls swollen and hanging low, it was an invitation I didn’t think to refuse.
I leaned in, my lips wrapping around his crown as I began to suck. My tongue swirled around him, tasting him. Was it always this juicy? I wondered, one hand cupping his balls, massaging them gently.
“Ooooooh yes, Adam, you’re such a good boy.”
And I was a good boy, wasn’t I? I had a job, a girlfriend, good relationships with my roommates and parents. But that part of me seemed distant now, drowned out by the sensation and James’s voice.
I sank my mouth deeper, my inner voice fading as I slurped and gagged, staying glued to the cock now stretching my mouth wide. I didn’t question it. I just did it.
The click of a remote broke the silence, and suddenly the room filled with the sounds of porn—moans, groans, and the rhythmic slapping of bodies. All around me, I heard young men like me getting fucked, called names, and used. A pang of guilt flickered in my chest, but it was fleeting. I had money to make.
I pushed down hard, shoving his cock deep into my mouth, past my lips, past my tongue, and deep into my throat. “AAAARRGGGHHT,” my throat protested, but I held myself there, determined to prove something—to him, to myself, I didn’t even know anymore.
“Yes, you’re a good cocksucker now,” James said, his tone dripping with approval. And he was right, wasn’t he? I was good at this. In my haze, I thought, I can do more.
Surprising even myself, I pulled back and then jammed his cock to the back of my throat. “Arrggghh, ghuuuughhh, aaaaaaa,” my groans escaped as I moved faster, each thrust testing my limits.
Shit. Was I enjoying this? No, it’s for the money, I told myself, even as my chest heaved, struggling to catch my breath.
“What are you, Adam?” James called out, his voice laced with dominance, as both his hands gripped my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, holding me firmly in place.
I heard the porn blaring around us, the boy on the screen moaning, “I’m a slut.” To my surprise, James echoed, “Yes, Adam, you are.”
What? I thought, my mind spinning. Did I say that? No, no, it was the porn, just the porn. The sounds in the room were blurring together, and I couldn’t tell where they ended and I began.
James yanked me off his cock, his movements commanding as he made me stand. “Now, Adam, get on the bed and leave your head hanging. I’m face-fucking you, slut.”
The words barely registered, floating through the haze of my high. My body felt feverishly hot, my skin hypersensitive to every touch, every movement. The buzz coursing through me dulled the sharp edges of shame and filled me with an intoxicating warmth. My thoughts were distant, but my body was here—and I was doing this for the money.
I climbed onto the bed, letting my head hang off the edge as instructed, my pulse thrumming in my ears.
“Open up,” James commanded, and I obeyed, my lips parting instinctively. Without hesitation, he thrust his fat cock deep into my throat, the sudden intrusion making me gag as he began to skull-fuck me with relentless intensity.
The room was alive with noise—James’s slaps against my face, his grunts of pleasure, and the overlapping moans from the porn. “Yes, harder! Oooo yesss, daddy! Choke me, daddy!” the voices on the screen screamed, weaving into the heat of the moment.
I felt James’s hands cup my head, his grip unyielding as he worked my throat with rough precision. My body convulsed with each thrust, but my senses were a mess of contradictions. The burn in my throat, the wetness pooling around my lips, the tightness in my chest—it all mingled with the warmth spreading through my veins, leaving me light-headed and pliant.
“You’re close, Adam,” James groaned, his voice both triumphant and venomous. “In a few moments, you’re going to be taking it with zero resistance.”
“Deeper, deeper,” the porn blared, the voices pressing into my ears as my body trembled under James’s control.
My throat stretched, my breathing shallow, but everything felt strangely… good. The high amplified every sensation, every sound, making it impossible to separate pain from pleasure. My body moved on autopilot, sinking deeper into the moment, while my mind whispered faintly: Just for the money.
A few moments later, my mouth was wide open, and I was taking James’s cock like a champ—zero resistance. His heavy nuts slapped against my face, the weight of them cradling my eye sockets as his cock dove deep. “Mmmmm,” I moaned, the sound vibrating around him.
I felt his chubby hand wrap firmly around my cock. I was hard—all 7.5 inches on full display, pulsing under his touch. My body was betraying me in ways I couldn’t deny, the warmth of his grip sending jolts of pleasure through me.
Fuck it, it’s for the money, I told myself, but the thought felt hollow as heat pooled in my stomach and spread outward.
“Told you,” James laughed, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. He let my head hang for a moment, and I gasped for air, thick saliva dripping from the corners of my mouth, trailing down my face to the floor.
“I’m going to jerk you off as you face-fuck yourself,” he said, his words almost teasing, and I wasted no time. I gripped his legs for support and shoved his cock back into my mouth, the wet heat of it filling me completely.
It felt so good. His cock was warm, throbbing against my tongue as he stroked my cock with his slippery, fat hands. The rhythm of his movements was deliberate, each stroke sending electric tingles coursing through my body.
“MMMMMM,” I moaned around his length, my body humming with pleasure. My high amplified everything—the wet sounds of my sucking, the slickness of his hand, the musky scent of him filling my senses.
“That’s right, Adam, you’re loving this. You can’t get enough,” James laughed, his tone triumphant as he increased the pace, his hand working me faster.
I grunted, the sound raw and involuntary. Fuck, I thought. It feels so good. My high erased any hesitation, leaving only sensation. The faster and deeper I took him, the more I wanted. My tongue lapped at his shaft, tasting the salty slickness of him before I shoved him deep into my throat again.
“Yes, that’s how it’s done, slut,” James’s voice grew more commanding, spurring me on.
He grabbed my nuts now, his rough fingers pulling with each stroke. The sharp edge of pain mixed with pleasure, and I grunted, my body trembling under his control. My mind swirled with conflicting thoughts, but the undeniable truth was there: this felt so fucking good.
“Boy likes a little pain. Nice,” James said, his voice dripping with surprise and delight. I was so high, so horny, that his words barely registered. The porn blared through the room, the boy on the screen moaning, “Take that cock, slut. Yes, daddy, yessss,” as he was drilled hard, the squeaks of pleasure betraying his love for it.
“AAAAARRRGGHH,” I yelled, my voice muffled around the cock shoved deep into my throat as James’s hand came down hard—two sharp slaps on my balls. The sting was electric, radiating through my balls, shooting into my abs, and then cascading through my body in a way I’d never felt before.
“Look at that, Adam. You fucking slut. You’re still hard, bitch,” James yelled with triumph, his tone almost gleeful as he grabbed my throbbing cock and waved it around like a trophy.
“Slap!” His hand came down again, harder this time. My first instinct was to flinch, my body trembling with the impact. But the second? To shove his cock deeper into my mouth and scream, “AAAAAAAAAAA,” the sound vibrating around his girth.
“YESSSSSS,” James moaned, his voice thick with satisfaction as he began slapping and pulling at my balls with increasing intensity. Each hit sent shockwaves through me—sharp, stinging pain that somehow heightened the pleasure coursing through my veins.
All the while, my cock betrayed me, swinging wildly, hard as a rock, as I yelled into James’s fat, juicy cock.
Shit, it felt so good, so new. The pain, the pleasure, the overwhelming sensations—it was all blending together into something I couldn’t explain. I was so high, so out of my head, that I stopped questioning it and let myself drown in the moment.
I gasped and yelled, “Oh shit,” as James shoved his fat finger into my hole. The intrusion sent a jolt through me, and I was pinned under his body, helpless to resist—but I didn’t want to. He kept going, unrelenting.
“That’s right, slut, my finger’s in deep, and you’re still fucking hard,” he groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction as he took my cock into his mouth.
“AAAAA, yesss, daddy,” I yelled, my voice breaking with raw pleasure as his finger and mouth worked me in perfect sync. The sensations were overwhelming, waves of heat rolling through me with every flick of his tongue and push of his finger.
I was grunting hard, my body trembling as his cock flopped against my lips. My girl had given me blowjobs before, but this? This was something else. This was fucking amazing.
“Ooooooggghhhh,” I yelped as James slid another finger inside me, stretching me further. The pressure was sharp, but it only fueled the pleasure building inside me. “Still hard, slut,” he sneered, his tone teasing and triumphant as he went back to working my cock with his mouth.
“Ooo, yesss, shhhiiit,” I moaned, my voice trembling as my body vibrated with excitement, shaking under the onslaught of sensations. It was too much and not enough all at once.
My eyes darted to the walls, where the multiple lcds played porn with older men fucking guys like me—young, eager, taken. Fat cocks disappeared into pretty pink holes, and the boys’ faces lit up with pain that melted into ecstasy. They moaned, their mouths open wide, their bodies writhing as they begged for more.
The images fueled the fire in me, and when James pulled his fat fingers from my ass, I felt the sharp ache of emptiness. Then he lifted his mouth from my cock, and the absence of his warmth made me gasp in frustration. I wanted more. I needed more.
The loss of him left me craving everything he’d been giving me—the raw, overwhelming sensation of being dominated, of surrendering completely. My body, my mind—they weren’t fighting it anymore. I was lost in the feeling, loving every second of it.
James reached around and pulled out his tub of Vaseline and a little red bottle, his grin spreading with an almost predatory excitement.
“It’s time for you to get fucked,” he said, his voice low and dripping with intent. “Get on all fours.”
I hesitated for just a moment, but his tone left no room for argument. I did as I was told, lowering myself onto my hands and knees, facing away from him. My heart raced, the mix of nerves and anticipation making my skin feel electrified. I knew what was coming. High or not, this was going to hurt—but there was no turning back now.
At least it’s almost over, I told myself, though my body betrayed me with the heat pooling low in my stomach.
“Let me check something,” James said with a sly smile as his hand slid between my legs, finding my cock. His grip was firm, deliberate. My cock was rock-hard, and the moment his fingers wrapped around it, I twitched in his hand.
He chuckled, pulling me up onto my knees as his mouth descended onto my neck. The warmth of his lips sent shivers cascading through my body, each kiss and lick more tantalizing than the last. His right hand moved slowly, jerking me with a teasing rhythm that left me breathless, while his left hand pinched and rolled my nipples. The sharp sting blended with the pleasure, sending sparks shooting through my chest.
“Ready to be my slut, Adam?” James asked, his voice a low growl that vibrated against my neck. His words made my breath hitch, my body trembling as his tongue traced the curve of my ear.
I groaned, my head spinning with sensations I couldn’t control. “Say it, Adam,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin as his teeth grazed my earlobe. “What do I want to hear?” His voice was commanding, but the teasing edge made it impossible to resist.
“I’m a slut, I’m ready to be fucked,” I said, the words spilling out with a desperate urgency I didn’t know I had. My voice trembled with a mix of need and surrender, and as soon as I said it, I felt James’s grin widen against my neck.
Just like that, James placed the red bottle in my hand. “Sniff deeply, and in an instant, the pain will turn into pleasure.”
He forced my upper body flat as he rubbed his cock over my exposed asshole.
“Nice and pink,” he said joyfully as he circled my hole, sending me into panic and pleasure.
“Take two long hits,” he ordered, and I did. I had never had poppers before, so it felt hot, and then it hit me. I was gonna gasp, but James pushed his fat cock into my ass, spreading my asshole nice and wide.
I was caught between a dizzying euphoria and an intense head rush as James began to drive into me relentlessly. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, and my moans filled the room, a chorus to the rhythm of his movements.
“That’s it, slut, again,” James commanded, his voice thick with desire. His patience had been worn thin by months of waiting, and now he was claiming his reward—me. I took another hit, the room spinning as the chemicals heightened my sensitivity to every touch.
“Aaaaa,” I screamed out as James’s body collided with mine, his thick cock plunging deeper with every thrust. The sound of our flesh slapping together mixed with my cries and his heavy grunts. “Yes, YESss,” he groaned, each word dripping with the pent-up frustration of anticipation finally being unleashed. His balls slapped against mine, a rhythmic pounding that matched the desperate pace he set.
James was relentless, fueled by the build-up of his desires, and now he was savoring every moment as he reaped his long-awaited reward. I was overwhelmed, lost in the sensation, my body responding to his every move with a mix of pain and pleasure that blurred into a singular sensation of intense, raw ecstasy
James's strong hands pressed down on my upper body, pinning me firmly to the mattress as he thrust into me relentlessly. The background noise of porn echoed through the room, the sounds amplifying my arousal, while the poppers I had taken left me floating in a heady mix of pleasure and disorientation. Each powerful thrust made my cock bounce wildly, slapping against my thighs rhythmically.
Pain and pleasure mingled in a dizzying dance; his cock pounded into me, pressing deep, hitting spots inside me that blurred the lines between the two sensations. I could hear the grunts escaping my own lips—sounds of pain initially, but increasingly they were moans of undeniable pleasure.
"That’s right, Adam, how does that feel?" James grunted deeply as he drove himself deeper into me. His breath was hot against my ear, his voice a low growl. "Told you it would start feeling good," he whispered, his words vibrating through me. "You’ll be asking me to fuck you harder in no time," he promised, his large hands gripping my head, pressing my face into the soft fabric of the mattress.
"Adam, the perfect slut," he declared loudly as I took another hit of the poppers, the rush hitting me even harder this time. "All you needed was a little cash to turn you into a fucking whore," he boasted, his tone filled with triumph. Then, with a renewed vigor, he began to power fuck my ass, each thrust deeper, more forceful than the last, pushing me further into a realm of pleasure I had never known existed.
The room spun, the blend of pain, pleasure, and James's commanding presence overwhelming me, sending me spiraling into ecstasy with each relentless movement of his hips.
All I could do now was moan, each sound a testament to the sheer ecstasy I was experiencing. The sensation of being on all fours, getting drilled relentlessly from behind—it made me feel wildly sexy and utterly consumed by the moment. And the fact that I was being paid for this? It felt perversely perfect.
Sweat coated my skin, making it glisten under the dim lights as James continued his powerful thrusts. "Fuck," I cried out, my voice breaking with the intensity of the pleasure that was radiating from my quivering hole directly into my core.
"Yes, fuck me," I screamed, all sense of self and morality dissolving into the ether. I craved this, needed this raw, primal fucking. I clung to the mattress, my hands gripping the fabric as if it were the only anchor I had left in the whirlwind of sensation. My back was arched perfectly, inviting James to dive deeper with every thrust, each movement designed to hit just the right spots, driving me further into a state of blissful oblivion.
My entire being was focused on the pleasure, on the sensation of being utterly possessed and dominated. I had lost all semblance of resistance, my only goal now was to feel more, to experience each thrust as fully as possible, surrendering completely to the relentless pursuit of ecstasy.
“You want this cock, slut?” James teased as he stopped fucking me. “Yes, James, fuck me,” I replied. “No, slut, fuck yourself,” and I wasted no time. I began to push back, making my ass bounce as I started to impale myself onto his cock.
The slapping of our bodies, the hot poker I was expertly driving into my tight hole, plus James's dirty fucking talk had me bouncing, moaning, and grunting in pleasure.
"Fucking slut, I told you," James grunted through clenched teeth, his voice heavy with satisfaction as he watched me eagerly impale myself on his thick pole. Every thrust was a testament to the raw, unfiltered lust that had taken over me. "Told you you’d love it," he sneered, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he observed my unabashed submission.
With a forceful gesture, James reached forward, his strong fingers hooking around the corners of my mouth. He spread my lips wide, exposing the depths of my vulnerability. The grip was firm and commanding, turning my moans into muffled gasps as he manipulated my mouth like it was merely another part of me to control and use at his whim.
His dominance was absolute, his control over my body complete as he continued to drive into me relentlessly. Each movement was a reminder of how much I had surrendered, how deeply I had fallen into the realm of his desires.
I was beyond caring, lost in the heady rush of pure sensation. My body operated on autopilot, responding instinctively to every touch, every command. The pressure of James's belly against me, his weight a constant reminder of his control, didn't bother me—in fact, it only heightened my arousal. I felt his grip tighten in my hair, a sharp pull that anchored me to the moment, and then his hands ruthlessly forced my mouth open.
When he spit into my mouth, I didn't hesitate; I swallowed immediately, accepting everything he gave me as I fervently ground back against his thick cock. The roughness of his actions, the sheer dominance—it was all consuming.
“I fucking love it,” I bellowed, my voice loud and filled with a raw, fervent pleasure. My declaration echoed around us, a bold affirmation of my descent into this wild abandon.
“Take another hit,” he yelled, and as I did, I felt the pop in my ass.
“YES, SLUT,” James muffled. “Cock and balls are in now,” he hissed.
I felt so full. I felt stretched in the best way. “Ffuuuuccck,” I moaned as I felt his heavy balls in my hole. It felt right as I now moved just enough to fuck myself and keep his nuts inside me.
As he pulled my hair and slapped me across the face, I stuck my tongue out. Slap, SLAP, SLAP. I giggled and moaned with delight.
Had I completely surrendered control? The thought flickered through my mind as I caught a glimpse of my arousal, marked by a long, thick strand of precum. Each slap—sharp, echoing—sent a jolt through my body, heightening the tension and desire simultaneously. "Yes, daddy, yes harder," I grunted each time James's hand met my face, the impact resonating deeply within me.
"This slut needs a little pain," James growled, his voice rough with arousal as he intensified his assault, each strike designed to break and mold me further into submission.
"Harder, daddy, I’m a cheap whore," I yelled, the words tumbling out with a mix of desperation and exhilaration. I whimpered under the barrage, each slap and touch igniting a mix of sting and pleasure that raced through my veins. James responded with deep, satisfied grunts, the sound of his pleasure mingling with the sharp slaps that reverberated through the room. His hands, relentless and demanding, orchestrated a symphony of pain that strangely began to blur into pleasure, leaving me lost in the raw intensity of the moment.
"Ohhhh, I'm gonna cum," I squealed, my voice breaking with ecstatic urgency as James's fingers tightened around my throat, his grip firm and commanding. The pressure was intoxicating, cutting off my breath and heightening every single sensation that coursed through my trembling body.
As his fingers constricted, a desperate gasp escaped my lips, my body shuddering under the dual assault of suffocation and overwhelming pleasure. "YYYYEEEESSSSSZZZZZ," I screamed, the sound ripped from the depths of my being as my release erupted uncontrollably from within me. Brilliant stars and fleeting spots danced across my vision, the room spinning into a kaleidoscope of light and shadow.
"Harder," I managed to grunt, the plea more of a growl, as I felt the warm surge of my second load painting my legs in hot, sticky trails. James's fingers pressed deeper into my throat, the delicious pain mingling with the relentless waves of pleasure. His touch was both a threat and a promise, sending ripples of dark delight through my core.
My body convulsed again, this time more violently, as I approached the edge of consciousness. James's mastery over my senses pushed me further, my breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. I was on the brink, teetering between awareness and oblivion.
Just as I felt myself slipping, my last load burst forth in a torrent of release, my essence spilling freely as I surrendered completely to the sensation. James's fingers remained unyielding around my throat, anchoring me in the tumultuous sea of my climax until everything went dark, and I lost consciousness, cradled in the throes of sublime ecstasy.
I heard the clicks of a cell phone before realizing James was still deep in me. “Can’t miss the best part,” he said as I felt the rush of urine drain into my hole.
I felt the shivers as he unloaded into my hole. “Thank you, daddy,” I said as he finished and pulled out.
I just lay flat on the mattress as my loose hole began to slowly and steadily leak, the urine down my ass, balls, and legs onto the sheets.
As I gasped for air, the intense high from the poppers slowly ebbed, leaving me with the sharp reality of the room. James was circling me, his camera clicking continuously. "You really are a good find, Adam. You’re the real deal," he praised with a tone that felt both approving and possessive.
He moved closer, his presence looming over me. Gripping my hair, he tilted my head back. "You went from straight arrow to gay slut," he declared, his words cutting through the haze of my post-high vulnerability. "Open your mouth," he commanded. I obeyed, feeling the last of my resistance dissolve as he spit a large wad into my mouth. I gulped and swallowed reflexively, the act degrading yet oddly fitting in the moment.
James held my face, his grip firm, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Did you like being a slut?" he asked, his voice thick with expectation.
The room spun slightly as I processed his question. "Yes," I replied, the word heavy with a mixture of confession and resignation. Shame warmed my cheeks, a stark contrast to the cold reality that I had not only participated in but had found pleasure in the debasement.
As James smiled and strolled to the other side of the room, he opened a door, signaling me with a sharp snap of his fingers. Without hesitation, I found myself lowering onto my knees, my movements almost reflexive now. The shift in dynamic was clear; I obeyed swiftly, crawling across the floor towards him, the sounds of the ongoing porn and echoing moans from the screens providing a sultry soundtrack to my submission.
“Good boy,” he praised as I reached him, his voice laced with satisfaction. His approval sent a warm rush through me, reinforcing the pleasure I had found in this newfound obedience. “Clean up and meet me downstairs,” he instructed, his tone firm yet expectant.
I nodded, feeling a strange sense of anticipation mixed with the remnants of our intense encounter. As I made my way to the indicated area to clean up, the scenes from the screens flickered in my peripheral vision, a constant reminder of the raw experiences that had unfolded and the deep, unexpected satisfaction that had come with them.
I sank into the warmth of the bathtub, aching from the night’s events. The heat soaked into my muscles, a mix of adrenaline and exhaustion overwhelming me. How did this happen? I thought, grappling with flashes of the evening—wine, brownies, and poppers. It must have been the drugs; it couldn’t just be me, not the real me.
After a while, I got up and moved to the shower, eager to wash away what felt like sins etched into my skin. As the water cascaded down, I caught my reflection in the mirror: flushed face, body marked and sore. Touching my face triggered vivid flashes of myself begging for more—more pain, more degradation. Shit.
Dressed in sheer white briefs, shorts, and a T-shirt, the dissonance within me grew. I was supposed to be on a date, supposed to be normal. How could I show up like this, looking like someone who’d just stumbled out of a brawl?
Descending the stairs, I found James waiting with that smug, knowing look. If I didn’t desperately need the money, I might have hit him right there. "You look a little red," he remarked casually as he hugged me too tightly, almost suffocating. "You were at the gas station and you got into a fight," he fabricated smoothly.
His whisper was soft but chilling. “Time to pay up,” he said as his hand briefly tightened around my balls, a painful reminder of his control. Then, he counted crisp bills into my hands, payment for my submission. "I see you’re still... excited," he noted, eyeing the bulge in my shorts.
Lost for words and overwhelmed with conflicting emotions, I stepped outside into the cool night air. "Have a great date, Adam," he called out mockingly as I rushed to my car.
At the gate, James’s voice came through the monitor one last time, “Thanks for the memories.” The screen flashed an image of me, on all fours, yelling out in passion. “Fuck me harder, daddy.”
Then a buzz at the gate as it opened, and I drove away, scared and in turmoil but nursing a raging hard-on.
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