Leek screams as strong arms press his shaking body into the bed and Lyle’s cock stretches him painfully.

Leek knows better than to fight, it would only result in more bruises to hide come morning, besides, he craves this feeling of being forced into temporary submission by a man who he has broken over and over again - the scars on Lyle’s back are ( Read more... )

“Stop. Don’t turn around just raise your hands slowly.”

Blade froze in his steps as he felt a gun being pressed against the back of his head and very slowly did as he was told. The voice was unmistakable just like the disdain tainting it - Leek. Blade cursed inwardly; Leek would definitely not hesitate to shoot immediately if he chose to ( Read more... )

Brilliant

Lyle is pretty sure it’s a first class idea even if he came up with it totally and irredeemably wasted, well, if you don’t count the bruises or the scars or the constant headaches or Lester’s bursts of anger at his stupidity or that look in Abby’s jaded baby-blue eyes that tells him she knows why he’s doing it even if she has no ( Read more... )

She could have asked Connor, despite his constant rambling and ridiculously stubborn naivety he would have been a valuable asset and with time even good companion.

She could have asked Stephen or Nick, revisiting a shared past buried under time, except they have both made their choices already (unknown even to them) and she’s not keen on new ( Read more... )

Leek is hard before he even sheds his clothes beside the bed. The sight of Lyle’s strong, naked back littered with fresh wounds makes him shiver in desire. As he covers Lyle’s prone body with his own he can feel an involuntary shudder run through the other man as if his half-conscious mind was fighting against the numbing drug that renders him ( Read more... )

Stephen was everything Leek ever wanted to be: handsome, confident, desired. He was everything Leek hated in others, everything he couldn’t have for himself. And Leek hated Stephen with passion for being worshipped by everyone. Until one day an anomaly closed behind Stephen and for a few sickening hours there was no hope left.

Leek still hates ( Read more... )

The angry flush on Leek’s face fills Becker with twisted satisfaction and he stands even straighter, refusing to give in. Leek’s expression is a frozen mask of impatience as he comes closer, ignoring the fact that Becker is more than a head taller and not at all intimidated.

“Kneel,” he orders over and over again, and to give more emphasis to ( Read more... )

Leek wants Lester to come. He wants the arrogant git to hate his own body as much as Leek hates desiring it, yet he can’t even make Lester’s cock twitch no matter how skilfully he teases the flaccid member. But Leek needs Lester to come and he’s too far gone in his obsession to care about anything else. The ballgag is first to go, handcuffs ( Read more... )

Leek’s sweetest dreams are covered in red and turned sour by the coppery stench of blood. A barely twitching finger, a tattered Italian suit exposing torn flesh is all that’s left of a once powerful man. A glassy eye’s last flicker speaks of recognition. And Leek has to laugh so hard he wakes up with tears on his cheeks and a raging hard-on. His ( Read more... )