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“You don’t know about your prostate?” He questioned - surprised - as he slipped his finger out briefly before pushing in two. I groaned at the burn and feeling of fullness. He murmured softly, “Hm, I guess I’m not too surprised thathenever taught you.” Before I could comprehend what he hadsaid, he started thrusting his fingers into me rapidly, precisely pegging my prostate on each thrust, causing my mind to go blissfully fuzzy.

I couldn’t stop panting, clawing at the sheets. I began to feel my balls tighten up, ready to explode. I couldn’t stop squirming, absolutely desperate for release.

“Pleaseee,” I panted. “Please let me come!” I was beginning to think that I may actually die if he stopped again like before.

“I’m going to let you– don’t worry. I just need you to do one little thing for me, okay, darling?” At this point I would have agreed to anything, so I enthusiastically nodded my head several times, my eyes glazed and unfocused. “Good girl.” My hole squeezed around his fingers at the humiliation and praise, causing a ripple of pleasure throughout my body. “All you need to do is say, “Thank you, Daddy,” and you’ll get to let it all out.”

I didn’t even hesitate before practically screaming, “Thank you, Daddy!” As soon as he heard it, he slipped a third finger in and wrapped his other hand around my throbbing member.

“Please!” I squealed, vibrating with tension. He stroked my prostate roughly as he milked my cock with his hand. I sobbed as I felt it all come to a head. My vision whited out as I chanted, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” I shook as ropes of cum shot out from me and landed on my chest.

He growled as he leaned over and bit down on my neck, causing one last spurt out of my cock. He gently and slowly slid his fingers out of my newly stretched hole while murmuring soft praises.

“See, didn’t that feel so good, sweetheart?” He asked lovingly.

“Mhm,” I mumbled, feeling sleep begin to overtake me. I watched from half-closed eyes as he sucked on each finger that had been inside me, looking incredibly pleased. He caught me looking and smirked.

“Poor thing. Sleepy after coming so hard, huh? It’s okay, close your eyes,” he murmured tenderly. “I’ll take care of everything.”

I lost consciousness just as I felt his soft lips press against my cheek.

Chapter 9

Greyson

Six Weeks Ago

I smiled, the perfect picture of professional empathy, and offered Mrs. Brady the box of tissues I kept in my office. She looked at me like I was a saint, eyes sparkling amidst her pathetic tears. I had hoped when she first became a client that she’d be a welcome change of pace from my regular clientele of idiotic, bimbo trophy wives. I hoped that Mrs. Brady, being of an older generation, would want to discuss her fears of dying, the grief of watching her childhood friends drop one by one - something interesting. Alas, she turned out to just be the elderly version of my other clients. She was currently sniveling about her granddaughter “breaking tradition” by planning to have a destination wedding in Italy.

“I just cannot understand it! It’s like she’s spitting in my face,” she dramatically cried. “She’s going to cause her father a heart attack– I just know it!”

She waved her arms around wildly, motioning this way and that. I nodded, contorting my face to appear sympathetic. I did have the capability to feel real sympathy, it was just reserved for those I found deserving. And Mrs. Brady? Undeserving.

I was surprisingly and uncharacteristically hopeful for the new clientI was scheduled to see next. Lane Bennett, twenty-one years old, male, with previous bouts of therapy. Even if Mr. Bennett ended up being a spoiled college brat, at least he’d be someone new for me to play with. Plant some memories here and there.

The moment my clock hit six o’clock, I clapped my hands together and rather happily escorted Mrs. Brady out of my office to the reception area.

“Alright, Mrs. Brady, I’ll see you back next month. Make sure to schedule your next visit with Amelia before heading out. I’ll be waiting to hear how everything goes.”

Or just never some back, that’d be much appreciated.

Feeling the weight of a gaze bearing into my body, I turned, my eyes drifting to who must be Lane. He was fidgeting in one of our pale yellow chairs.

My thoughts faltered for a moment as I laid my eyes upon the sweetest morsel I had ever seen. Shoulder-length, tousled, light red hair, porcelain skin showered in freckles, a small, doll-like frame dressed in feminine clothing, eyes the depth of the ocean with flecks of seaweed. Such an anxious, desperate look behind his eyes, almost as if he was subconsciously begging for me to save him.

Save him, I would. My little fawn. I could already see him spread across my bed, draped in lace and diamonds, decorated with a constellation of my bruises. I willed my hardening cock into submission, although it was quite difficult when he was looking at me like he’d wholeheartedly consent to me tackling him to the floor and slamming my cock into his tight hole, my hand twisted in his hair.

“Mr. Bennett, thank you for waiting. You can follow me and we’ll get started.”

I wondered if he could also feel that he was mine.

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Two Weeks Earlier

It had been pitifully easy to locate and extract Lane’s cousin from the shithole of a trailer he called home. I looked vacantly down at his presently broken, mutilated, and burned body. He stared up at me - terrified - with his beady, bloodshot eyes, whining like a little bitch through his gag. I was reluctantly coming to terms with the fact that he was far too annoying to keep alive for two years. I thought back to when he had first awoken from the effects of the sedation.

It was risky, but I ultimately decided not to gag Tate - I wanted to hear him try to talk his way out of my web. His facial muscles had just started to twitch. I figured that meant he’d be waking up within the next five or so minutes. I sat on a metal chair about ten feet away from his disgusting, dangling body, letting my mind wander to daydreams of my little fawn helplessly tied to my bed. I adjusted my growing erection.

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