Three Shadows - Final Part
@eleven_315 stepped from the showers still gleaming with sweat and into the empty makeup room. Fresh off “Fittest Model of the Year,” the 23-year-old Thai heartthrob flexed in the mirror, eight-pack and carved pecs on full display.
The next call was in twenty minutes. He never heard the door. Three fellow models moved fast. Wrists yanked behind his back. Silver tape sealed his eyes. Hemp rope bit in, coiling up his torso into a tight harness that framed his chest. Tape slapped over his mouth. He bucked hard; three against one ended it. Fingers found his nipples until they ached. Warm oil soaked his tank translucent, every muscle shining bronze.
The Captive Soldier - Part 1
Saeroi booked out of camp after dark and waited at the roadside for his night cab home. When the car pulled up he climbed in without thinking. A few streets later the driver’s face clicked into place. Wanted.
Saeroi reached for his phone. The cab lurched forward. Tires screamed. The world tilted. He woke on a bed, still in his army shirt, wrists bound tight behind him. The driver hauled him up and forced him onto his knees. A blindfold went on. A gag followed. Then tape sealed over it, stealing his breath in slow, thinning pulls. Saeroi thrashed, muffled sounds dying in his throat. The driver pinched his nipples through the thin fabric, rolling them until they stiffened. Fingers worked the buttons next.
The shirt was peeled open. Shorts were dragged down his thighs and off. His tanned ass was left bare, exposed, ready. The driver ran a hand over it, teasing, claiming. Saeroi could only kneel there, bound and gasping, as the man prepared to take him.