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Randy for Submission, Chapter 2: Student Body

Chapter 2: Student Body

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The city was just beginning to stir when Randy woke.

Pale light bled in through the narrow windows, cutting thin, tired lines across the hardwood floor. Outside, a streetcar rumbled past, the low vibration barely noticeable beneath the heavy silence of the apartment.

Randy blinked up at the cracked ceiling, taking stock. His body felt good, a little tight through the hips and thighs, the natural aftereffect of th...

The Acquisition, Chapter 7: The Reward

Chapter 7: The Reward

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The soreness lingered for days.

Walking, sitting, even standing still—none of it let me forget what Sean had done to me. What he’d put inside me. What he’d taken out. I could still feel the slow stretch of him, the way my hole had ached after, the strange weight of him leaking out of me in the Uber like some quiet, private badge of ownership. I never reached for my cock anymore. Couldn’t. The cage throbbed consta...

The Acquisition, Chapter 9: The Exposure

Chapter 9: The Exposure

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The bathroom door closed behind us with a soft click.

Sean didn’t say anything.

He didn’t need to.

I stood just inside the tiled space, the heat from our bodies in the small space warming the air but doing nothing to hide me. My skin still flushed from the punishment, my limbs heavy from exhaustion, my ass aching with every shift of weight. The cage between my legs throbbed—a dull, frustrating pulse t...

The Acquisition, Chapter 3: The Dinner

Chapter 3: The Dinner

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The weekend passed in a haze of thought, a blur of restlessness disguised as routine. I cleaned the house—twice. Not a surface went untouched. I rearranged the books on my shelf alphabetically, then by color, then by theme. I reorganized drawers that didn’t need organizing, wiped down windowsills that hadn’t gathered a speck of dust.

I went grocery shopping despite having plenty of food. Bought ingredients I didn�...

Randy for Submission, Pursuing the One | Chapter 1: The Hunter

Chapter 1: The Hunter

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In the dim, battered apartment on Sherbourne Street, the walls pulsing with the muffled heartbeat of the city beyond, Randy’s body moved like a machine — relentless, efficient, unfeeling. He drove his hips forward again, burying his thick cock deep inside the slender twink sprawled beneath him.

The boy sobbed into the pillow, his arms straining uselessly against Randy’s iron grip. Sweat slicked their bodies, the ai...

The Acquisition, Chapter 6: The Use

Chapter 6: The Use

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Sean didn’t move at first.

His cock rested against my hole like a threat made manifest—thick, warm, slick with spit. His hands were steady on my hips. The weight of him behind me was overwhelming. Not just his size. His intent.

“Take a breath,” he said, voice low.

I did. Shaky. Anticipatory. Terrified.

Then he pushed.

Not hard. Just forward. Slow. Unstoppable.

The head of his cock press...

The Acquisition, Chapter 8: The Mistake

Chapter 8: The Mistake

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I spent the entire week haunted by Sean.

I felt him in every movement, in every breath. The lingering soreness he’d left in my body from our last encounter at his condo persisted well beyond the bruises and marks, a quiet reminder of his dominance. At work, every task felt trivial, every conversation muted beneath the roar of my craving for him.

He had embedded himself deeply, branded his control onto my psyche....

The Acquisition, Chapter 5: The Consent

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Sean’s condo was all smooth edges and cold surfaces—brushed hardwood floors, matte-slate cabinetry, soft lighting that pooled in corners like secrets. It smelled faintly of leather and cedar, rich and masculine, like the inside of an expensive car. Just as I remembered. The moment I crossed the threshold, it felt like I no longer belonged to myself.

Sean closed the door behind me with a quiet click, the sound final in a way that made m...

The Acquisition, Chapter 4: The Cage

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Tuesday morning arrived with a hollow ache behind my ribs.

I barely slept the night before. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him—Sean’s body, the heat of his mouth, the searing burn of his commands. I woke tangled in the sheets, hard and leaking, my cock throbbing uselessly against empty air. I’d denied myself release, half-afraid it would somehow cheapen what had happened between us, half-afraid of what it would mean if it didn’t.

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The Acquisition, Chapter 2: HR Wouldn't Like This

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Monday came with the faint static hum of fluorescent lights and a thick, post-weekend quiet that settled over the office like fog. I arrived early—too early, really—and spent longer than usual adjusting the height of my chair, the alignment of my monitor, the placement of my stapler. My thoughts weren’t on emails or schedules. They were with Sean.

Since Friday night, I hadn’t been able to stop replaying that meeting. The closeness of his bo...

The Acquisition, Chapter 1: The First Encounter

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It was true, I was older than him—probably by about ten or twelve years based on his looks—but I’d often been confused for much younger than my thirty-nine years. Not because of any special skin care regime, makeup, or efforts to dress or act younger than my age; I’d just been lucky in the genetics pool, I guess. My looks had often earned me the attention of other men, though I was not the gym-fit, muscle-bound Adonis that featured in most gay me...