When his dominant Norwegian neighbour Erik claims him, shy banker Adrian doesn’t just surrender his body — he hands over his salary, his pride, and his future. One intense stare, one commanding “Good boy,” and the expat’s carefully rebuilt life becomes deliciously, profitably owned.
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.
In the rain-slicked Sheffield loft, soft machinist Ross leaks under my piercing blue stare, body beautifully marked for Daddy. I claim him deep in my well-worn boots, stretching and breeding him eagerly until he begs for more.
The Soho bar pulsed with Friday-night energy, bass-heavy music vibrating through the sticky floor. John stood shoulder-to-shoulder with his mates at a high table, nursing a pint and trying to act normal. Under his tight black jeans, the steel chastity cage kept his cock painfully trapped.