The deep ache of denial and the quiet thrill of being exposed—at least a little. Gay sex It was the kind of cock that demanded respect—seasoned, potent, perfectly intimidating. A blank message thread.“On your way home, I want a picture. He didn’t need to.Damien sat on the edge of the bed and crooked a finger.“Come here. The control taken away. The veins on his cock stood out, the head swollen, angry, glistening with Parker’s spit. Wipes, powder, fingers brushing the cage, behind his balls, his thighs, back to front. I want you to feel it every time you breathe.”He snapped a photo—no face, just diaper and cage and dripping submission.“One for my collection. Parker’s stomach flipped. “You’re not in trouble. A second look. His heart punched into his ribs. Damien held the door open, palm on Parker’s lower back, a quiet pressure guiding him in. Print. Wipes, powder, a rare print. “That’s it. Show me how grateful you are.”Parker sucked deeper, his tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as he worked the shaft into his mouth inch by inch.
