Bound and Beaten by the Bad Billionaire

Addicted to gambling and booze, pretty boy Nicholas burrows money from various people to support his lazy lifestyle. When he is asked to pay his debts at gunpoint, he's really just getting what he deserves. Without any money on him, Nicholas offers to pay with a different kind of currency.


Highly erotic short story. Contains adult themes such as gay sex, spanking, light bondage, orgasm denial/forced orgasm. For a mature audience only.

Excerpt:


Loreigne gave me an appreciative look and I drank it in. These were the kind of looks I lived for most nights. Men who wanted to eat me up. He was one of them, I could see it in his eyes. And he wasn't going to throw me away after playing with me once. If the decor of the room was anything to go by, this man was a collector. And maybe, I could become his new favorite toy.


"Lose your pants," Loreigne said. I nodded. There  were two types of men, in my experience. The type that wanted you to put on a show, and the type that just ripped all fabric off you.


The second kind was usually too impatient to provide much fun. So I was happy he'd asked me to do it myself. I had time, and it seemed, so did he.

I pulled my belt through the loops in my pants, taking it all the way out before opening my button, pulling down the zipper on my pants.


Loreigne's eyes were intense as they watched me, and I kept his gaze.

Some men liked a challenge, and I thought he was one of them.


I pulled my pants off, now standing in front of him in my boxers. I waited for a second, and he closed the space between us. His large hands were rough on my skin as he slowly pulled my boxers down, freeing my awakening cock.

He didn't say anything, but I could tell from his eyes that he liked what he saw.

He stepped away from me and I had to keep myself from breathing out in disappointment.


Sure, I hadn't come here to fuck, actually, but now that the prospect was on the table, I was eager to get on with it. It had been a while since I'd had someone who might actually make me scream. I wanted to know whether Loreigne would make good on his promise.


As if reading my thoughts, the boss man picked up my abandoned belt and a warm shiver went down my spine at the sight of him, holding it in his hands.
Yes, please.