The door is locked. His knees are on the floor. And Mr. Carter is ready to claim what’s his.Stripped down and waiting under the desk, he’s nothing but his boss’s personal plaything—silent, obedient, and willing, as people might step into the office, knowing he could be exposed at any moment. But the real reward comes after.
Mr. Carter doesn’t just rail him; he owns him—lifting him up like he weighs nothing, stretching him wide, and hammering into him stupid until he’s shaking, trembling, and spilling himself untouched. And when it’s finally over?
He’s plugged, caged, and left dripping with his Master’s seed. A perfect little toy, locked and loaded for next time. He’s exhausted, overwhelmed, completely spent, but somehow he can’t get enough. How much more can he take before he’s completely broken?