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When I staggered through the door, I fell flat on the bed. Sleep took me almost instantly, and I could have slept the entire day had there not been an obnoxious banging on the door. With a groan, I slid from the comfortable mattress. I was still dressed in the same outfit from the previous night, and drool had dried all over the bottom half of my face. Wiping my mouth in vain, I opened the door and froze. A very displeased Hobbs was standing on the other side.

Lifting his nose, he glared at me before his gaze criticized my body. "I thought I said no to a wild night."

Crossing my arms defensively, I retorted, "It wasn't that wild."

"You still smell like alcohol." With a scowl, Hobbs grabbed my arm and dragged me into the apartment. After pulling open the top drawer of the dresser, he yanked out a pair of neon orange shackles... with the chain intact. "Do I need to make you wear these so that you will behave?"

"I don't need those. Really, Trevor, I'll be fine. I'll be your good boy. I won't fuck up."

With a smile, he tossed the shackles back into the drawer and ran his hand along my jawline to pull me in for a quick kiss. "You are such a good boy." His hands brushed along my shoulder. "So perfect in every way." I tried to look away, but he gripped my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. "You know you did this to yourself. If you weren't a criminal, you wouldn't be in this situation. I am only making sure you pay your debt to society. This is far better than the way they did it in the time before. Back then, they locked people up like animals for their crimes. At least with me, I still allow you to have fun." His lips pressed against mine. "And when your debt is paid, this will all stop. When your debt is paid, I will treat you like the prince you are. My beautiful, shining star." He kissed me again, running a hand down the back of my pants and squeezing an ass cheek. "Get cleaned up, and don't worry about any special outfit. I have one that will be waiting for you. When you're ready, come down to studio three." His expression became stern, unyielding. "And don't be late."

My body remained stiff and rigid as he left, blowing me a kiss before he closed the door. I shuddered, hugging myself tightly in revulsion. I didn't want to do this. I wanted to go back to the juice café where I was treated like a human being. I wanted to be with Vic, not with some random man who was just going to use and most likely abuse me. Sure, I didn't know Vic from a hole in the ground, but he treated me like a person, and that was the most amazing feeling ever.

I shuffled into the bathroom, where I dumped my clothes unceremoniously on the ground. As I washed my body, my fingers drew a line across the tiny scars on my wrists. I had only been trapped in servitude for three months but had had enough at that point. In a desperate act, I went into the shower to do the unthinkable. I broke a razer apart and dug the blade into my skin. I was too afraid to do it the right way—the way that would allow me to bleed out quicker. When I started getting woozy, I panicked and ran to Hobbs. He had me patched up but added the cost of the doctor's visit to my debt. If only I had a blade at my disposal, I would get it right this time, but Hobbs never allowed me to have any sharp objects since that day.

When the water began to chill, I stepped out of the shower and worked on brushing my teeth and fixing my hair. As a final touch, I put on some eyeliner. The outfit for the day was nothing fancy, just a black T-shirt with black sweats.

Hobbs owned four floors of the twenty-story building I was forced to call home. One floor housed his servants' apartments, two were staged studios for filming pornos, and the last was his own personal living quarters. When I exited the elevator, Hobbswas waiting forme in front of studio three.

With no preamble, he gripped my shoulder and escorted me inside. The scene made my stomach twist. Chains dangled from the ceiling, a table was covered with all sorts of BDSM toys, and more sexual equipment hung on the wall. I sighed. Great. The client has a BDSM kink.

When we entered the adjoining dressing room, Hobbs handed me some clothing, if you could call a black studded thong "clothes." After I donned the uncomfortable contraption, Hobbs fitted me with a leather straight jacket. It was made of straps, allowing most of my skin to be on display, but I couldn't move my arms. When he was sure I couldn't escape it, I was escorted to the center of the room and instructed toget on my knees. A black collar with a heart-shaped loop was cinched around my neck, and Hobbs attached a matching chain, hooking it onto a small metal ring fastened to the floor.

He gripped my jaw and pressed a small pill to my lips. When I tried to pull back, his grip got tighter. "This will help you stay calm. The man you will be entertaining is a bit of a sadist. He paid a lot of money for you, so I expect you to be a good boy and entertain him properly. I don't want togive him a refund, but if he becomes too much, shout your safe word, and the room helper will pick up on it and send me an alarm. I will be here ina matter ofminutes to shut it down."

I opened my mouth, sucked in the pill, and swallowed it. Hobbs smiled and patted my shoulder before leaving me alone in the studio. My anxiety rose as I waited for the door to open again. I hated not knowing what I was in for. I didn't mind shooting porn with BDSM kinks; that was always a controlled environment. But client sessions could be anything.To ease my tension, Irepeated my safe word quietly so thatthe room helper wouldn't hear."Unicorn."

When the door opened, I feared the word had triggered the room helper. But my breath caught as a large man stepped into the room. He stood maybe five feet ten at most, his stomach hanging out as if he were pregnant with twins. Blond hair was swooped to the side in a comb-over, and his pudgy face was twisted into a lecherous smile.

He waddled toward me, shrugging off his clothes until he stood in nothing more than a hot pink thong. I had to force myself not to cringe. "I brought a little something of my own to play withpet," he snickered, pulling something from his pile of clothing.

The pill was starting to kick in, so I found it difficult for my eyes to follow his movements. It was almost as if the drugs made everything move in slow motion.

"Open your mouth."

I did as commanded and felt something metal touch my teeth.Hisfingers fumbled in my hair as the contraption was strapped around my head. A cock sucker mouth gag. I couldn't speak, but the metal kept my mouth open wide enough to suck his cock. Panic welled up in my chest. I wouldn't be able to say my safe word.

Shaking my head, I tried to utter a protest, but all that came out was an incoherent moan. The man grinned wickedly. "Is my little pet trying to talk back to me?" His fist swung at my face, striking me in the eye. When I tried to protest again, he slapped the other side of my face. Gripping the chain attached to the collar, he pulled me close. His hand tangled in my hair, forcing me to swallow his shaft. The man stunk; the stench of his groin area made my eyes water. Internally, I wished to bite down and escape, but I could do nothing but take it.

He pushed me away, and I fell backward. "Get to your feet!"

Hesitantly, I tried to do as instructed, but withoutthe use ofmy arms, it was difficult. Without warning,hestruck me again. My burning eye caused my entire body to shudder in pain. Hot tears streaked down my face, and I tried to shout my safe word, but nothing happened. The room helper couldn't understand me. Damned useless machine.

"Get to your feet!" the man shouted again, unclasping the chain from the floor and using it to drag me to the table. The air was cut off from my lungs almost instantly. I was choking; he was strangling me. My legs kicked, but I couldn't gain traction. My efforts did nothing as I fought for oxygen. The skin on my neck burned, and my lungs screamed. Black dots began to cover my vision. His handgripped the straps on my back and forced me to my feet before he bent me over the table.

"You're not a very obedient little dog, are you? Maybe it's time you learned your lesson." I felt the sting on my ass cheek before I could react to his words. Pain slithered through my body like an electric eel. I had been spanked before, but never like this. Never this rough. Another smack caused me to cry out, and tears dripped from my eyes. I tried to yell the safe word again with no result. Again, he hit me, and again I cried out. It was as if he were giving it everything he had, like I was a baseball, and he was trying to score a home run.

Both of his hands grabbed my burning cheeks, spreading them wide as something pushed violently past the tight ring of my ass. I cried out again, and he thrust harder. When his belly hit the small of my back, I realized he was using his cock, not a toy. He wasn't exactly long, but he was thick, painfully thick. The grip on my hair tightened, pressing my head down. My pelvis struck the table with every unmerciful thrust; it felt like it was going to shatter. I screamed, and he stopped, yanking his cock free. I sighed heavily around the gag, trying to catch my breath and get my tears under control.

He forcibly rolled me over. "Are you crying?"

When I nodded timidly, he struck me hard enough that I could taste blood. He leaned over, licking it up. The crimson coated his tongue before he swallowed. My torment wasn't done; he lifted my legs and pushed in once more. I cried out with every rough movement. This was all wrong. I had been with sadists before; I would leave the session with a sore ass and maybe a few marks on my back, but this was a flat-out assault. He was acting out his wildest rape fantasies on me. There was no holding back, no remorse. He wanted me to feel pain; he liked it when I cried. As much as I didn't want to give him the satisfaction, I couldn't help it. It hurt, and I was terrified. The pill Hobbs had given me was only slowing down time, making the session feel so much longer than it was.

"Not yet. Not yet," the man hissed through clenched teeth. Pulling out, he forced me onto my stomach again. Pain lanced my ass cheek, and I heard a crack as something clattered to the floor. "Piece of fucking junk!"

I watched from the corner of my eye as he reached for something else, and in that delayed sense of reality, I felt the sting across my back; he had found a whip. The torture continued. Every time he came close to cumming, he would pull out and beat me in one way or another until a gentle chime rang through the room. The man cursed. He only had a few more minutes with me. Cum now or forever hold your jizz.

Forcing me onto my back again, he lifted my legs, practically bending me in half before ramming into me for the final time. I could barely breathe as his heavy body pressed against mine, and then he wrapped his hand around my neck, cutting off all air. My eyes bulged, and I tried to wiggle away, but he was too strong. I could do nothing but lay there as darkness invaded my vision. Before I completely blacked out, he let go, and his cock left my body. Through blurry tears, I could see him stroke his meat until, finally, his warm, sticky cum sprayed across my body. I was so weak. I couldn't even turn my head to avoid getting it on my face. I could do nothing but choke in life-saving air.

The alarm chimed, signaling that the session was over. The door slid open, and heavy footsteps approached. "I hope you had a good time?" Hobbs' footsteps stopped, and I heard him growl under his breath. "What the fuck have you done to him?" Not so gently, I was yanked upright. He gripped my sore jaw, turning my head from side to side, inspecting me.

"He did a good job. Not once did he utter his safe word."

Scowling, Hobbs tugged at the straps behind my head. "You weren't supposed to gag him! That was part of the agreement! He is supposed to be able to use the safe word." He started unstrapping the straight jacket, pulling it gently from my body. The moment I was free, I slid from the table, needing to put space between me and the two men. I huddled in a corner, waiting for Hobbs to make the man leave as I tried to keep my sobs locked away.

"I'll pay you two thousand extra sinders for the trouble." The fat man grinned evilly. "In fact, I will pay you fifteen thousand sinders to let me do it again next week. How I want to do it. No rules."

Hobbs glared at him. "Forget it."

"Twenty thousand."

My sponsor didn't say anything, making my anxiety rage. He looked at me, and I shrank down. "No. Please, no. Please, Trevor, don't make me do it. Please." I was begging and crying but didn't care. I had no pride left. I wouldn't survive going through that again.

"I'll contact you later regarding the extra sinders you owe." Hobbs gripped my shoulder and escorted me out of the room.