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“Ugh,” Rhys moaned as he flopped down on the couch and planted his face into a pillow. His entire upper body smarted, like it did sometimes when he exerted his cybernetic arm too much. He didn’t remember doing too much physical today, but regardless, his muscles ached.

Thankfully, Jack was there to lend a helping hand.

“Just lie back, sugar. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.” Jack straddled him from behind, rolling the hem of Rhys’ undershirt up until it exposed most of his back. The young man hummed, turning his head to the side to look up at Jack as broad hands, slicked with scented oil, started to work into his tightened muscles.

“Oh…oh man, yes. That’s it…” Rhys moaned, body and eyes feeling heavy and relaxed as Jack rubbed and kneaded his back. He never knew his boyfriend to be so skilled with his hands, but oh he was just melting into this. A pleased smile spread over his lips as the smell of lavender and rosemary filled his nose. Jack’s fingers worked into the tense tissue, massaging it out until he lay so loose and lazy on the couch that he barely reacted when Jack’s hands started to move a little bit lower.

Rhys let out a small, interested moan when Jack’s oily digits started to peel back the waistband of his boxers. He wiggled languidly against the couch, holding his pillow to his face as Jack’s hands cupped his ass and started to gently stroke against the skin.

“Mmm…not sore down there…” Rhys murmured, against the fabric of his pillow. Through a half-closed eye he could see Jack over his shoulder, smiling sleepily at the lustful look on his boyfriend’s face.

“Well, not yet, pumpkin.” Jack winked, giving Rhys’ ass a firm rub.

“Don’t be too rough…” The young man mumbled after a moment, honestly just relaxed into the smell of the aromatic oils and the pressure of Jack’s hands. Still, pleasured feelings warmed in his groin as Jack caressed his ass, slipping a finger in between his cheeks to brush oil up against his hole. Rhys twitched, hips lazily rising up from the couch to meet his boyfriend’s palms.

“Oh, I’ll be delicate as a flower, sweetheart. Don’t you fret,” Jack whispered, fingertips stroking over Rhys’ entrance as he left more skin burnished with oil. “Just relax and look pretty, and daddy will take care of everything else for you.”

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Of course Rhys would screw up his first night on the job.

All he had to do was serve the drinks the bartender finished to the proper clients. Remembering what went where and to who wasn’t the hard part, but apparently keeping balance on his new pair of high-heeled work boots was too much of a task for him. So just as he ambled to the booth of well-dressed businessmen who’d ordered a round of the club’s signature cocktails one heel jiggled and slipped out from underneath him, causing the drinks to fly through the air and douse both Rhys and the man sitting closest to him.

Rhys gasped as the liquor soaked his clothes and dripped onto the floor. He nearly slipped again as he struggled to both keep his balance and figure out what to say to the man who’s fancy suit he’d just splashed. He clapped his hands over his mouth, mumbling out apologies as intense eyes fell over him. The rest of the man’s party fell silent, lips slightly parted, watching the both of them intently as if they expected their companion to blow up.

But the man only smiled as he lifted a hand to his nose and sniffed it.

“You know, I was really looking forward to trying out this cocktail, pumpkin.” He slid around in the booth until he faced Rhys, legs parted and elbow leaned on the table. Rhys swallowed, feeling the eyes of the patrons of the other tables on him as they started to whisper and gossip. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from this man and the way he appraised Rhys with sharp eyes. He couldn’t even bring himself to try to apologize, his voice locked on a stutter.

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Rhys always looked good with a gag in his mouth.

Jack owned a decent collection of bondage gear, though he didn’t use them as often as he wanted too. Rhys was still warming up to the whole scene, so they’d started off fairly small with handcuffs, spreader bars, and Jack’s favorite—the gags.

Right now he had Rhys sitting on the carpet of the bedroom, his wrists cuffed behind his back and gag strapped around his head. He looked good with the black leather contrasted against his pale skin, and the little yellow Hyperion logos etched into the material filled Jack with a pleased sense of ownership over his lover.

The metal O-shape in the center of the gag held Rhys’ lips open around the shaft of Jack’s cock as he plunged it in and out of the boy’s mouth, lazily gripping Rhys’ hair with one hand as he leaned back against the bed with the other. His hips rolled slightly forward as he licked his lips, loving the look of Rhys bound and submissive and forced to suck his cock.

“You’re taking to this really well, sweetheart….like a fish to water. I can’t wait to work you up to the more serious stuff,” Jack moaned as he thrust deeper into his lover’s mouth until he could feel the slick quiver at the back of his throat. Rhys’ tongue flicked and rolled helplessly beneath the CEO’s shaft, the glisten of drool pooling right at the rim of his stretched lower lip.  

“Gonna have to work on my endurance a little more….seeing you like this gets me way too wound up too fast. Hard to really savor it when all I wanna do is plow you as hard as possible and get you all messy and wet with come…”

He could feel Rhys’ throat spasming around his cock as its head pushed towards the back of his throat, but before Jack could properly shove it down he was already coming, filling Rhys’ mouth with his seed. As Jack shuddered through his pleasure, he half-expected Rhys to spit or gag on the come but instead watched with awe as the boy’s throat pulsed, swallowing the entire load in his mouth down.

“…Holy crap, babe.” Jack’s grinned and affectionately pet at Rhys’ hair as his dick slid out of his mouth, painting the leather of the gag in a thin trail of white. “Think I might be able to upgrade you to the harder stuff faster than I thought.”

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This previously lame Halloween party had taken a turn for the interesting the moment Rhys encountered this handsome stranger.

Of course, Rhys couldn’t see much of his face behind the ornate masquerade mask he wore, but the intense eyes and charming flash of teeth he could see behind the decorated holes quickly won him over. This guy was quite the flirt, too, complimenting the construction of Rhys’ angel costume and how well the short white tunic and golden heels showed off his legs. Considering the young man was already a couple of beers into the evening, he’d easily fallen for the masked stranger’s charm and let him lead him out of the apartment complex and into the little alley out back. There, Rhys let the man push him up against the cool alley wall where he worked his thigh up between his shaky legs.

The alcohol and rush of the sudden fling didn’t much help Rhys’ composure, and he had a hard time keeping quiet as the stranger’s hands peeled up the hem of his tunic and started to pull his cock out of his boxer briefs. Rhys moaned and tossed his head back lightly against the wall, feeling the stranger’s warm hand squeeze and pump at his cock. Rhys wrapped his arms around the man’s neck, too drunk and needy to realize just how warm the stranger’s hands—and really, his entire body—was getting. If he was paying attention to anything other than the pressure and pleasure in his belly, he would’ve noticed the strange flickering in his partners eyes, or the way his body grew until he nearly lifted Rhys up and off the ground, the toes of his golden heels just barely brushing up against the asphalt ground of the alleyway.

In fact, the only thing Rhys did realize as he clutched and humped against the stranger, was that he hadn’t tried to kiss him yet.

Rhys shifted his eyes to the stranger’s ornate mask, the holes there now darker and less distinct than they had been when Rhys’ had first met him. He tilted his head even as the stranger continued to pump his cock, suddenly overcome with the urge to properly kiss the man bringing him so much pleasure in the midst of such a dull party. His fingers trailed up the man’s neck, brushing over the spikes of hair at the nape as they started to fiddle with the strings tying it to his face.

All of a sudden, the mask fell away, clattering onto the ground with a crack. An apology died on Rhys’ lips as his eyes widened with horror, taking in what lay beneath the stranger’s mask.

Or rather, what didn’t.

All Rhys saw at first was a swirling, metallic void where the man’s features should be, as if someone had scooped out his face and replaced it with endless miasma. Horror gripped him in the heart even as the clawed hand continued to squeeze and pump at his cock. 

Rhys struggled, escape fruitless thanks to the creature’s grip and the fact that he was now pinned against the wall several feet off the ground. As he watched, terrified squeaks edging out of his throat as he tried to scream, a pair of searing, purple eyes sprung up out of the void of the man’s face, followed by a nightmarish neon grin.

“You’re mine, pumpkin.” It laughed as the void surged out beyond the boundaries of the man’s face, engulfing Rhys whole just as the grip on his cock brought him over the edge.