LOGINMilo nodded frantically. He grabbed the cool metal edge of the cart, his knuckles white.Vance walked over to the hotel room door. He opened it a crack and spoke to someone in the hallway. "Yes, bring the extra towels in. Just leave them by the bathroom."A young female voice replied, "Yes, Mr. Vanc
Hotel Manager Daddy's Late Check-Out 2Vance paused, the thick head of his cock resting just inside Milo's tight, slick ring of muscle. The interruption from the walkie-talkie was a cold shock of reality, but Vance's expression didn't change from one of absolute dominance. He reached down to his hip
Vance stepped forward, his crotch directly at Milo's eye level. The manager reached down and unbuckled his thick leather belt. The sound of the metal clinking was loud in the quiet room. He unbuttoned his tailored pants and pulled down the zipper. He reached into the opening of his boxer briefs and
Hotel Manager Daddy's Late Check-OutMilo woke up to the sound of a heavy, relentless pounding on his hotel room door. He groaned, rolling over in the tangled white sheets and squinting at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was 1:14 PM. Checkout had been at 11:00 AM. He had overslept by more than
Dr. Webb stood up and looked down at the mess. Leo was sprawled across the chair, completely wrecked. His chest was covered in his own cum, his hole was puffy and leaking the doctor's load, his hair was a mess, and his eyes were glazed with satisfaction. He looked absolutely ruined. He looked perfec
Leo scrambled to flip over. He lay on his back across the wide arm of the chair, his head hanging off the seat side, his legs wrapped around the doctor's thick waist. Dr. Webb stepped forward and lined up his cock again. He grabbed Leo's ankles and pushed them up toward the boy's shoulders, folding
The church was always cold. A damp, stone-cold that seeped into your bones, no matter how thick your coat was. I sat in the back pew, my hands clenched so tight my knuckles were white. My dick was hard, a traitorous, throbbing ache in my pants, and it was all I could do not to cry. I was a sinner. A
Marcus did not hesitate anymore. The humiliation of the situation seemed to have snapped something inside him. He began to strip and his movements were frantic as he threw his jacket and tie onto the floor. Silas stood at the head of the table and his arms crossed as he watched us with the eyes of a
The city smelled like trash and rain. I was hungry, always fucking hungry. For two years, I’d been a ghost, stealing what I needed to survive. Tonight, I picked the wrong pocket. The man was a wall of muscle in a suit that cost more than my life. He moved like he owned the world. I thought I was fas
Warning:Content Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content, power exchange, physical punishment, and group sexual dynamics (MMeF). Reader discretion is strongly advised.The car ride to the Vane estate was a silent blur of city lights and the rhythmic clicking of the leash against my ch






