DESCRIPTION
He came with a pack of friends, loud, laughing, glowing under the strobes — boys in tanks, tipsy and cocky. But the night peeled them away, one by one, like petals stripped by something unseen. By the time he noticed he was alone, it was too late. A hand brushed his lower back — warm, firm, deliberate. He turned, met the eyes of a man in a harness, older, thicker, eyes like dark glass. A whisper slipped into his ear, soft as smoke, and the room melted. Now he stands naked, breath slow, brain quiet, his cock held like a leash. The others are gone — taken? forgotten? — and he no longer cares. He belongs here. To him.