Bergamot Milk Tea
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And heaven knew…
…what they’d do to him if they found him still here.
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…what they’d do to him if they found him still here.
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August 14, 2025 at 4:56 AM
And heaven knew…
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He slid across the concrete floor.
Every inch earned through gritted teeth and muffled groans.
The vibrator roared harder, stealing focus with every pulse.
His freed fingers closed around the scissors, awkward, trembling.
Cold metal. A faint rattle.
He didn’t have much time.
They’d be back soon.
Every inch earned through gritted teeth and muffled groans.
The vibrator roared harder, stealing focus with every pulse.
His freed fingers closed around the scissors, awkward, trembling.
Cold metal. A faint rattle.
He didn’t have much time.
They’d be back soon.
August 14, 2025 at 4:56 AM
He slid across the concrete floor.
Every inch earned through gritted teeth and muffled groans.
The vibrator roared harder, stealing focus with every pulse.
His freed fingers closed around the scissors, awkward, trembling.
Cold metal. A faint rattle.
He didn’t have much time.
They’d be back soon.
Every inch earned through gritted teeth and muffled groans.
The vibrator roared harder, stealing focus with every pulse.
His freed fingers closed around the scissors, awkward, trembling.
Cold metal. A faint rattle.
He didn’t have much time.
They’d be back soon.
His legs were tied back to his arms in a brutal hogtie, bowing his spine.
Blindfolded. Gagged. Trembling.
He was nothing but muffled sounds and shuddering breaths.
Then~
The blindfold slipped.
A sliver of light.
And there, just feet away… rusty scissors.
His only hope.
Blindfolded. Gagged. Trembling.
He was nothing but muffled sounds and shuddering breaths.
Then~
The blindfold slipped.
A sliver of light.
And there, just feet away… rusty scissors.
His only hope.
August 14, 2025 at 4:56 AM
His legs were tied back to his arms in a brutal hogtie, bowing his spine.
Blindfolded. Gagged. Trembling.
He was nothing but muffled sounds and shuddering breaths.
Then~
The blindfold slipped.
A sliver of light.
And there, just feet away… rusty scissors.
His only hope.
Blindfolded. Gagged. Trembling.
He was nothing but muffled sounds and shuddering breaths.
Then~
The blindfold slipped.
A sliver of light.
And there, just feet away… rusty scissors.
His only hope.
The knots were engineered to punish movement.
One wrong pull sent pain lancing through his body.
And as if that wasn’t enough… a vibrator had been fixed snugly against him, relentless in its rhythm.
One wrong pull sent pain lancing through his body.
And as if that wasn’t enough… a vibrator had been fixed snugly against him, relentless in its rhythm.
August 14, 2025 at 4:56 AM
The knots were engineered to punish movement.
One wrong pull sent pain lancing through his body.
And as if that wasn’t enough… a vibrator had been fixed snugly against him, relentless in its rhythm.
One wrong pull sent pain lancing through his body.
And as if that wasn’t enough… a vibrator had been fixed snugly against him, relentless in its rhythm.
His arms were pinned tight behind him.
His fingers wrapped in heavy tape, smothered into useless mittens.
Almost useless.
Three fingers on his right hand had wriggled free—but that was all.
His fingers wrapped in heavy tape, smothered into useless mittens.
Almost useless.
Three fingers on his right hand had wriggled free—but that was all.
August 14, 2025 at 4:56 AM
His arms were pinned tight behind him.
His fingers wrapped in heavy tape, smothered into useless mittens.
Almost useless.
Three fingers on his right hand had wriggled free—but that was all.
His fingers wrapped in heavy tape, smothered into useless mittens.
Almost useless.
Three fingers on his right hand had wriggled free—but that was all.
“Current bid stands at $5,300. A steal at this price. Do I hear more? Going once… going twice…”
Lucian thrashed, screamed into the gag, but it was useless.
His fate was sealed. He was about to be sold.
To someone. Somewhere.
Forever.
Lucian thrashed, screamed into the gag, but it was useless.
His fate was sealed. He was about to be sold.
To someone. Somewhere.
Forever.
March 20, 2025 at 7:17 AM
“Current bid stands at $5,300. A steal at this price. Do I hear more? Going once… going twice…”
Lucian thrashed, screamed into the gag, but it was useless.
His fate was sealed. He was about to be sold.
To someone. Somewhere.
Forever.
Lucian thrashed, screamed into the gag, but it was useless.
His fate was sealed. He was about to be sold.
To someone. Somewhere.
Forever.
A voice echoed in the room.
“We’re going live in one minute. Make sure all the servers are running.”
Lucian’s breath hitched. His stomach twisted.
The beeping of monitors surrounded him, tracking his worth. His value. His price.
“We’re going live in one minute. Make sure all the servers are running.”
Lucian’s breath hitched. His stomach twisted.
The beeping of monitors surrounded him, tracking his worth. His value. His price.
March 20, 2025 at 7:17 AM
A voice echoed in the room.
“We’re going live in one minute. Make sure all the servers are running.”
Lucian’s breath hitched. His stomach twisted.
The beeping of monitors surrounded him, tracking his worth. His value. His price.
“We’re going live in one minute. Make sure all the servers are running.”
Lucian’s breath hitched. His stomach twisted.
The beeping of monitors surrounded him, tracking his worth. His value. His price.
Then, another cruel addition.
A vibrator. Strapped to his most sensitive place, keeping him on the edge—taunting, tormenting, never letting him tip over.
Pleasure and pain, twisted into a prison of its own.
A vibrator. Strapped to his most sensitive place, keeping him on the edge—taunting, tormenting, never letting him tip over.
Pleasure and pain, twisted into a prison of its own.
March 20, 2025 at 7:17 AM
Then, another cruel addition.
A vibrator. Strapped to his most sensitive place, keeping him on the edge—taunting, tormenting, never letting him tip over.
Pleasure and pain, twisted into a prison of its own.
A vibrator. Strapped to his most sensitive place, keeping him on the edge—taunting, tormenting, never letting him tip over.
Pleasure and pain, twisted into a prison of its own.
A small red light blinked at its center—monitoring his heartbeat. Proof that he was alive. Proof that he was still fit for sale.
And if he disobeyed? A searing shock would remind him of his place.
As if he could forget.
And if he disobeyed? A searing shock would remind him of his place.
As if he could forget.
March 20, 2025 at 7:17 AM
A small red light blinked at its center—monitoring his heartbeat. Proof that he was alive. Proof that he was still fit for sale.
And if he disobeyed? A searing shock would remind him of his place.
As if he could forget.
And if he disobeyed? A searing shock would remind him of his place.
As if he could forget.
The electric shocks had a rhythm now, like a cruel metronome against his skin. His body flinched with every pulse, but the worst was yet to come.
A collar. Heavy. Unyielding. Clamping around his throat, locking his head in place.
A collar. Heavy. Unyielding. Clamping around his throat, locking his head in place.
March 20, 2025 at 7:17 AM
The electric shocks had a rhythm now, like a cruel metronome against his skin. His body flinched with every pulse, but the worst was yet to come.
A collar. Heavy. Unyielding. Clamping around his throat, locking his head in place.
A collar. Heavy. Unyielding. Clamping around his throat, locking his head in place.
A gag. Thick rubber forced between his lips, stretching his mouth open, pinning his tongue in place. His jaw ached from the strain, his protests reduced to muffled moans.
Then—a blindfold. Darkness swallowed him whole.
His world narrowed to sound.
Then—a blindfold. Darkness swallowed him whole.
His world narrowed to sound.
March 20, 2025 at 7:17 AM
A gag. Thick rubber forced between his lips, stretching his mouth open, pinning his tongue in place. His jaw ached from the strain, his protests reduced to muffled moans.
Then—a blindfold. Darkness swallowed him whole.
His world narrowed to sound.
Then—a blindfold. Darkness swallowed him whole.
His world narrowed to sound.
His clothes? Shredded remnants from the night before. Bare chest rising and falling in panicked breaths, his dignity reduced to a single strip of fabric.
Then—footsteps. A presence.
Before he could call for help, rough hands seized his jaw.
Then—footsteps. A presence.
Before he could call for help, rough hands seized his jaw.
March 20, 2025 at 7:17 AM
His clothes? Shredded remnants from the night before. Bare chest rising and falling in panicked breaths, his dignity reduced to a single strip of fabric.
Then—footsteps. A presence.
Before he could call for help, rough hands seized his jaw.
Then—footsteps. A presence.
Before he could call for help, rough hands seized his jaw.
His legs fared no better. Heavy metal shackles forced him onto his toes, muscles screaming from the strain. If he dared to relax—even for a second—a brutal jolt punished him, keeping him helplessly poised like a marionette.
Struggling was useless.
Struggling was useless.
March 20, 2025 at 7:17 AM
His legs fared no better. Heavy metal shackles forced him onto his toes, muscles screaming from the strain. If he dared to relax—even for a second—a brutal jolt punished him, keeping him helplessly poised like a marionette.
Struggling was useless.
Struggling was useless.
Suspended in the center of a dimly lit broadcasting room, Lucian couldn’t move. His wrists were locked in glowing electronic cuffs—magnetized, unbreakable. Every attempt to pull free sent a vicious shock through his nerves.
March 20, 2025 at 7:17 AM
Suspended in the center of a dimly lit broadcasting room, Lucian couldn’t move. His wrists were locked in glowing electronic cuffs—magnetized, unbreakable. Every attempt to pull free sent a vicious shock through his nerves.
"You look much better like this."
Greg thought he had control. Now, he’s the one waiting for permission.
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March 5, 2025 at 9:15 AM
"You look much better like this."
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His sculpted muscles? Useless.
His dominance? Stripped away.
Tawa’s fingers ghosted over his skin, clamps teasing his sensitive spots.
Greg squirmed. Panted. Helpless.
And Tawa? He smirked.
His dominance? Stripped away.
Tawa’s fingers ghosted over his skin, clamps teasing his sensitive spots.
Greg squirmed. Panted. Helpless.
And Tawa? He smirked.
March 5, 2025 at 9:15 AM
His sculpted muscles? Useless.
His dominance? Stripped away.
Tawa’s fingers ghosted over his skin, clamps teasing his sensitive spots.
Greg squirmed. Panted. Helpless.
And Tawa? He smirked.
His dominance? Stripped away.
Tawa’s fingers ghosted over his skin, clamps teasing his sensitive spots.
Greg squirmed. Panted. Helpless.
And Tawa? He smirked.
The moment Greg stepped into Tawa’s space, everything changed.
He expected silk ribbons. Maybe a playful wrist tie.
Instead—cold steel chains. Locked cuffs. A muzzle pressed against his lips.
The more he struggled, the tighter it got.
He expected silk ribbons. Maybe a playful wrist tie.
Instead—cold steel chains. Locked cuffs. A muzzle pressed against his lips.
The more he struggled, the tighter it got.
March 5, 2025 at 9:15 AM
The moment Greg stepped into Tawa’s space, everything changed.
He expected silk ribbons. Maybe a playful wrist tie.
Instead—cold steel chains. Locked cuffs. A muzzle pressed against his lips.
The more he struggled, the tighter it got.
He expected silk ribbons. Maybe a playful wrist tie.
Instead—cold steel chains. Locked cuffs. A muzzle pressed against his lips.
The more he struggled, the tighter it got.
Instead, he got indifference.
Tawa didn’t flirt. He didn’t beg. He only spoke about his craft—about the artistry of control.
Greg was intrigued. So he agreed to meet. Just to see if this “rigger” was the real deal.
That was his second mistake.
Tawa didn’t flirt. He didn’t beg. He only spoke about his craft—about the artistry of control.
Greg was intrigued. So he agreed to meet. Just to see if this “rigger” was the real deal.
That was his second mistake.
March 5, 2025 at 9:15 AM
Instead, he got indifference.
Tawa didn’t flirt. He didn’t beg. He only spoke about his craft—about the artistry of control.
Greg was intrigued. So he agreed to meet. Just to see if this “rigger” was the real deal.
That was his second mistake.
Tawa didn’t flirt. He didn’t beg. He only spoke about his craft—about the artistry of control.
Greg was intrigued. So he agreed to meet. Just to see if this “rigger” was the real deal.
That was his second mistake.
A small, unimposing guy with a quiet demeanor.
His bio?
🎭 Rigger. Rope is an art.
Greg scoffed. This guy? A rigger? What could he possibly do?
His ego got the best of him. He messaged Tawa, expecting another eager admirer.
His bio?
🎭 Rigger. Rope is an art.
Greg scoffed. This guy? A rigger? What could he possibly do?
His ego got the best of him. He messaged Tawa, expecting another eager admirer.
March 5, 2025 at 9:15 AM
A small, unimposing guy with a quiet demeanor.
His bio?
🎭 Rigger. Rope is an art.
Greg scoffed. This guy? A rigger? What could he possibly do?
His ego got the best of him. He messaged Tawa, expecting another eager admirer.
His bio?
🎭 Rigger. Rope is an art.
Greg scoffed. This guy? A rigger? What could he possibly do?
His ego got the best of him. He messaged Tawa, expecting another eager admirer.
A kinkster dating platform. A place where he could finally have some real fun.
He set up his profile as a Dom. Within minutes, his inbox flooded. Subs, eager and obedient, practically begging for his attention.
But one username stood out: Tawa.
He set up his profile as a Dom. Within minutes, his inbox flooded. Subs, eager and obedient, practically begging for his attention.
But one username stood out: Tawa.
March 5, 2025 at 9:15 AM
A kinkster dating platform. A place where he could finally have some real fun.
He set up his profile as a Dom. Within minutes, his inbox flooded. Subs, eager and obedient, practically begging for his attention.
But one username stood out: Tawa.
He set up his profile as a Dom. Within minutes, his inbox flooded. Subs, eager and obedient, practically begging for his attention.
But one username stood out: Tawa.
Greg was the kind of guy who turned heads at the gym—broad shoulders, sculpted abs, and the confidence of knowing he was the strongest in the room.
But outside of lifting weights and running his family’s corner store… life was dull. Until he found the app.
But outside of lifting weights and running his family’s corner store… life was dull. Until he found the app.
March 5, 2025 at 9:15 AM
Greg was the kind of guy who turned heads at the gym—broad shoulders, sculpted abs, and the confidence of knowing he was the strongest in the room.
But outside of lifting weights and running his family’s corner store… life was dull. Until he found the app.
But outside of lifting weights and running his family’s corner store… life was dull. Until he found the app.