LOGINThe Europe offer became an invisible wall between us.For the next several days, it hung over every conversation, every touch, every moment of silence. Marcus called twice more, each time sounding more urgent. The brand had sweetened the deal, first-class travel, a private villa in Tuscany, full creative control, and a co-author credit on the final book. It was the kind of opportunity most photographers would kill for.But every time I thought about accepting it, Aiden’s words echoed in my head:“I don’t know if I’ll be able to let you come back the same way.”One evening, after a particularly tense dinner where neither of us spoke much, Aiden finally broke the silence.He pulled me onto his lap on the couch, his hand automatically finding the titanium collar. His fingers traced the silver ring slowly, almost absentmindedly.“Have you decided?” he asked, voice low.I shook my head. “I keep going back and forth. Part of me wants it so badly, to prove I can still create something meanin
The Europe offer refused to die quietly.Marcus called again two days later, this time while I was kneeling beside Aiden’s desk during one of his afternoon meetings. I silenced the call, but Aiden noticed immediately. He muted his own call and looked down at me with that unreadable expression that always made my stomach tighten.“Answer it,” he said. “Speaker.”My hands shook as I picked up the phone.“Kai,” Marcus said, voice bright with urgency. “The Tuscany project just got bigger. They’ve increased the budget and extended it to eight weeks if you want. Private villa, full creative control, and they’re offering a feature in their flagship magazine. This could be the one that changes everything for you.”I felt Aiden’s hand move to the back of my neck, fingers pressing lightly against the titanium collar.“I… I’m still thinking about it,” I managed. “It sounds incredible, but timing is difficult right now.”Marcus sighed. “Kai, I’m going to be honest with you. If you turn this down,
The call from my mentor Marcus came at the worst possible time.I was kneeling beside Aiden’s desk in his home office, head resting on his thigh while he took a video conference. The titanium collar felt cool against my skin, and the thick plug he had inserted after our morning breeding session kept me grounded in that constant, hazy state of fullness. My phone was on silent, but it lit up on the floor beside me with Marcus’s name.Aiden noticed immediately. He muted his call for a moment and looked down at me, eyes sharp.“Answer it,” he said quietly. “But put it on speaker.”My hands trembled as I picked up the phone and accepted the call.“Kai!” Marcus’s voice was warm and excited. “I’ve been trying to reach you for days. I have something big. Really big.”Aiden’s hand moved to rest on the back of my neck, a silent warning.“What is it?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.“There’s a major editorial project in Europe, six weeks in Tuscany and Provence. A luxury travel and life
The pressure finally broke on a cold, rainy Thursday night.It had been building for weeks, the constant messages from my family, Victor Lang’s escalating threats, and Aiden’s growing emotional distance even as he held me tighter physically. I could feel the fracture widening between us, even as we moved through the same intense routines.That evening, after Aiden had spent nearly two hours using me on the breeding bench, I lay in his arms, plugged and full, my body exhausted but my mind wide awake. The titanium collar felt heavier than usual against my throat, a constant reminder of everything I had surrendered.“I can’t keep doing this,” I whispered into the darkness.Aiden’s hand paused on my back. “Doing what?”“Lying to my family. Pretending everything is fine. Letting them worry while I hide here, collared and owned.” My voice cracked. “And you… You’re pulling away emotionally. You fuck me like you’re afraid I’ll disappear, but you won’t talk to me about what you’re really feeli
The brunch with my family had only poured gasoline on the fire.In the days that followed, the messages became relentless. My mother called every morning, her voice growing more desperate. Lily sent long voice notes filled with worry and old memories. Even my brother-inlaw started texting me privately, offering to meet me alone “if things were bad.”I read them all in silence, the titanium collar cool and heavy against my throat, the thick plug inside me a constant, intimate reminder of the life I had chosen.Aiden watched me closely. He said little about the messages, but I could feel his tension growing like a storm. His touches became more possessive. His eyes lingered longer. And at night, when he held me, there was a new intensity, like he was trying to anchor me to him before something pulled me away.One evening, after a particularly difficult call with my mother, I sat on the floor of the living room with my phone in my lap, staring at nothing. Aiden found me there.He didn’t
The private brunch was set for Sunday at a secluded garden restaurant Aiden owned. Heavy security, a private room, and a carefully controlled guest list, everything on his terms. I was nervous the entire morning. Aiden dressed me carefully, a soft grey button-up shirt left open at the collar to prominently display the titanium band, dark trousers, and polished shoes that made me look respectable but still unmistakably his. He fastened the collar himself, fingers lingering on the silver ring as he adjusted it. “Remember,” he said quietly, meeting my eyes in the mirror. “You belong to me. That’s the only truth that matters today.” I nodded, but my stomach was in knots. My mother, Lily, and her husband arrived first. The moment they saw me, the emotions spilled over. Mom hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe. Lily’s eyes immediately locked onto the titanium collar, her expression a mix of shock and heartbreak. “Kai…” Mom pulled back, holding my face in her hands, searching my
Seven days. I had officially been locked inside Aiden Kane’s penthouse for one full week. I knelt in the center of the living room, completely naked except for the thick leather collar around my throat and the heavy steel cock cage that had become a permanent part of me. My wrists were bound ti
By day four, the outside world felt like it belonged to someone else. I stood naked in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling mirror in the master bedroom, legs shaking, hands clasped behind my back exactly as Aiden had commanded. The thick black leather collar felt heavier around my throat today.
By the third day, I had stopped pretending I had any control left. I knelt in the middle of the living room, completely naked except for the thick leather collar around my throat and the heavy steel cage locked around my cock. My wrists were bound behind my back with soft black rope. A thick vibr
By day five, my body no longer felt like mine. I woke up plugged, collared, and caged. My hole stayed soft and puffy now, constantly slick with Aiden’s cum even after hours. Every small movement reminded me of how thoroughly I’d been used. My belly still felt slightly full from the multiple loads







