Chris had no choice but to surrender to Sultanâs power. The heat of Sultanâs sweaty, muscular frame pressed against him was overwhelming, yet strangely comforting. In that moment, being completely dominated felt like a releaseâa way to lose himself in the sheer force of Sultanâs embrace.
When it was over, Chris barely had time to catch his breath. Sultan, ever the one in control, didnât miss a beat. âTime to go, kiddo,â he said, his voice low and commanding, cutting through the haze of the moment.
Chris knew this was just another night for Sultan, another fleeting encounter in a long string of them. He was just one of many, a fact heâd accepted the moment they locked eyes in the club. But knowing didnât make it hurt any less. There was an ache in his chest, a hollow feeling creeping in as he gathered his clothes. Maybe it wasnât hurt, exactlyâmaybe empty was the word.
In a city like Hunky City, teeming with opportunity and temptation, Chris knew deep down that this wasnât the end of his story. One day, he was sure, heâd have everything he wanted. But tonight wasnât that night. As he stepped out into the neon glow of the city streets, he couldnât help but wonder when his moment would finally come.
Richard
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