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Chapter One

ASHER

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Damn, those advertisements were crazy hot. Sometimes I really hated being broke. Well, I wasn’t technically broke, but my job barely paid enough to scrape by. Even renting this shitty one-bedroom apartment in the city drained most of my paycheck. I couldn’t even sign up for this gangbang, though judging by the replies, it was probably a scam.

And truthfully…the idea sounded hot but the actual reality of three men surrounding me sent chills down my spine.

I didn’t have a glamorous job. I worked tech support for a small company that made “smart fridges.” Yup. If you couldn’t figure out how to set up your overpriced refrigerator, I was one of the many associates you’d call. Honestly, I just followed a troubleshooting script. Most of the time, the customers’ questions were so basic that I wanted to scream, Read the fucking manual! At least it was remote work. No leaving my apartment. No human interaction. Just me, my computer, and the occasional idiot on the line.

Another pop-up flashed across my screen. I was scrolling Dark Forum, a secret, invite-only corner of the internet. It was 18+ and annoyingly exclusive. Usually, you had to know someone to get access. I didn’t. I had zero friends, so I bought a username and password off eBay. Best fifty bucks I ever spent. The account came with access to some premium sub-communities, and I’d been hooked ever since.

The best part? The pictures. The forum had everything: hot tops, slutty bottoms, and, my personal favorite, dirty fantasies of men doing whatever they wanted to you. The idea of a hot man taking control, using your body, manhandling you, gagging you? Sign me up.

The forum’s DM feature was perfection. Post something and people with similar kinks would flood your inbox. I spent most of my time in the CNC (consensual non-consent) threads, where posts ranged from mildly suggestive to outright filthy.

My last post?

Ash.luv: Status: Horny. Really Need Someone 2 Break In and Fuck My Brains Out.

It got ten likes and six replies, all deliciously vulgar. I’d even attached a slutty picture: me biting my lip, shirtless, on my bed, flashing a peace sign with one hand and holding the phone like a selfie stick with the other. I wasn’t muscular, more on the smaller side, with a few tattoos (some cute, some awful) and snakebite piercings on my lips. The eyeliner was a personal touch, giving those losers a taste of femboy fantasy, even though I didn’t consider myself remotely close to that archetype. But the people liked what the people liked.

Over time, I’d built my own little community on the forum. I called it Ash’s Corner. Twelve loyal members. They loved telling me all the ways they’d ruin me. Some even sent tips or little gifts; digital stickers that added money to my account. It was practically magical. Sure, there were cam boys and live streams, but I preferred my little army of men who wanted to bend me over and destroy me. I liked that they didn’t know what a loser I was in real life and only really knew that I liked dick.

I opened my chatroom to send a follow-up message and got comfortable, sitting on my bed in tight black shorts and an oversized sports jersey from a random team I couldn’t name.

Ash.luv: Need someone to face-fuck me :(

Honestly, I was desperate for a hot dick in my mouth, but I wasn’t one to let some guy take me home. Still, nights like this made me want to be sexually open. I craved a man throwing me on the bed and having his way with me. Of course, it was all just fantasy. I only liked the idea of it if the guy was hot and not some creep. Which, unfortunately, probably described most of my fanbase.

My chatroom lit up.

Jaced.95: Send your address, and I’ll tie you to the bed and teach you how to suck dick properly.

A shiver ran down my spine. My slim hand drifted to caress my inner thigh. I snapped a quick picture of what I was doing, just enough to tease, not show. It captured me lying on the bed, jersey hanging loose, black shorts bunched around my knees. My inbox immediately flooded with gifts and money.

Horny losers. I let out an exasperated huff when I saw I’d received a $25 gift; an animated heart with an arrow. Score. Now I could get takeout later or maybe even a green casino chip. Honestly, half the fun was taking money from strangers online. The other half was fulfilling my dirty little fantasies.

More members joined the chat.

xDeax: Sexy little fuck. Take it off. Show us that tight ass. HotRobin4: Bet you’d love nothing more than to be fucked by a real man.

Then there was Kaleb.

I sat up a little straighter. He usually wasn’t active on Thursdays.

Kaleb privately messaged you.

Kaleb: Hello, bambi.

Always with the bambi. What the hell did that even mean? Was it because I looked innocent? I leaned back on my bed, forgetting about the others.

Ash.luv: Hey baby. Miss me?

I bit my lip.

Kaleb is typing… I waited. And waited. The longer I waited, the more irritated I got. He was always like this, and it grated on me. Did he not understand how valuable my time was? I huffed again, out of self-preservation.

Kaleb: I wouldn’t be messaging you if I didn’t. Kaleb: Did you get the care package I sent you?

I bit my lip. Always so serious. I grabbed one of the large shirts he’d sent me. It smelled amazing. It was oversized, but I loved using it to sleep in. He’d also sent chocolates and a cute necklace.

I took a picture of my neckline, the delicate gold necklace with Baby on full display.

Ash.luv: Ofc I got it. Thank you, sir.

I smiled at my message. I felt giddy waiting for his reply, which was weird. I loved a sexy chat with a horny stranger who sent me stuff, but Kaleb felt different. Real...ish. Like he wasn’t just trying to get off. Or maybe that was just the hopeless romantic in me, refusing to accept that my life was nowhere near that stage. He typed for a while.

Kaleb: It looks good around your neck. It belongs there.

Ash.luv: Might have to replace it with your hands soon.

I loved flirting with Kaleb. There was always a layer of restraint he held in the beginning, until—

Kaleb: Strip. Put the shirt on only. Keep the necklace on. Send me a picture.

Until that.

This part always got me going. Despite how serious Kaleb acted, at the end of the day he was just as horny as the rest of the men begging for my attention in the DMs.

Pathetic.

But something about me? I loved pathetic, rich men.

I snickered and started stripping, kicking off my shorts and pulling off my shirt. I reached for the oversized black one with the university logo on the front. Maybe he’d gone there. Maybe he wanted to see me in it. I put it on but teased him anyway.

Ash.luv: Pushyyyy. It’s gonna cost you. You know I don’t show for free, baby.

Kaleb: Of course. Good boys like you need some compensation for sending something dirty, right?

I smirked. The transaction went through in a matter of minutes. I checked. Yup, $2,000, processed to my savings account.

Kaleb: Payment sent. Show me who you belong to.

I sent him the pic. I made sure to show my full body, how the shirt swallowed me up but still rose mid-thigh. I stuck out my pink tongue for the camera.

Kaleb: Fuck, you’re perfect. Body made to be fucked.

A thrill ran through me, the same one that always hit when I was talking to Kaleb. I lifted the hem of the shirt and touched myself.

Kaleb: I bet you’d let me fuck you if I asked, right? You’d probably invite me over and present that tight little hole of yours. Tell me.

I played with myself, touching my crown and teasing the slit, but this wasn’t something I was genuinely interested in. I reached backward, typing with one hand as best I could.

Ash.luv: I would say no.

#1 Rule of the Asher Playbook: Never let them call the shots.

Kaleb: Oh yeah? What would you do if I took you anyway? Pinned you down and spread your legs?

I sucked two fingers and gently coaxed them into me. I moaned at the intrusion.

Ash.luv: Call the police.

I moaned as I went deeper. Fuck, I needed something more. My fingers were too short.

Kaleb: Call the police, huh? I bet they’ll love to hear your sounds over the phone. I’ll make sure to fill you with my seed before they get there. Give them something to examine.

I added another finger, pushing harder, twisting for more access. I needed to come.

Kaleb: I’ll smear my seed on your lips, make you talk to them like that. Show them who you belong to. Kaleb: You’ll like it.

I came all over myself and smeared my release on my lips, tasting myself.

Ash.luv: Like this?

I made sure to send him a picture. My shirt was lifted, and he could see the mess on my chest and mouth.

Kaleb: Friday. 8 p.m.

Ash.luv: Yes, sir.

Like clockwork, baby.

Men like Kaleb needed to feel in charge. And I always loved giving them the illusion of it. But at the end of the day, they came because I let them.

Pathetic horny losers. Every last one.