The office was deathly quiet after hours when I caught him: the nervous 22-year-old intern on all fours under my desk, pretty face buried deep in my scuffed leather boots, inhaling the rich, masculine scent like a desperate addict while his hand frantically rubbed his leaking cock.
In the sweltering heat of Pleasuredrome’s dry sauna, Erik’s piercing blue eyes locked onto the locked-up twink. “Call me Daddy, son,” he growled, white towel falling open to reveal his thick 8-inch cock and pierced nipples.
When powerful 37-year-old Erik arrives in Chicago for a Viking museum project, his piercing blue eyes lock onto shy student John. One look is all it takes. What begins as private humiliation quickly escalates: public exposure, relentless degradation, and total control across the city.
The heavy front door clicked shut in the Belfast terrace. I stood over Robbie, already on his knees, caged and trembling. “Ready to disappear for Daddy this weekend, boy? Zero privacy. Every camera watching. Collar ready to shock. Phone fully mirrored.”
Secret office tasks, plugged meetings, humiliating videos, and a brutal punishment weekend locked in a heavy cage with a urethral insert. By the time Erik finally unlocked him and fucked him senseless, Alex was shaking with need and devotion.
