WARNING: This is a work of fiction and does not automatically reflect real life situations. This story contains steamy mature contents and mention of BDSM, rape and suicide that are not suitable for underage. ××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× Damien Dominic Dickins a.k.a Dr. Dick, rich playboy, straight, male gynecologist in day and an experienced dom and sex coach after dusk. He's sole role is to take care of the needs of his female clients whether physical or even SEXUAL though it's one-time thing and definitely no string attached. For him their moans and screams are music to his ears and their cum are trophies to his victories. Adrian Gabriel Raines, rich, bisexual, a medical genius, an andrologist and urologist and someone who develops hidden affection for his best friend, Damien. Silently wishing that he was the one beneath and being pounded by him. --- Damien I am one of the happiest men on Earth. I have everything that any man dreams to have in their life. Good looks, astounding wealth, successful career and tons of girls lined up to satisfy my carnal needs. I am thankful to have those things but all of it can't be compared to the only person I treat as family, Adrian. He is my moral compass, my anchor, partner in crime, best friend and little brother though we aren't blood related. But he betrayed my trust, or so I thought. I expect him to beg for forgiveness, I'm willing to forgive him though it may take time. I was hurt by his betrayal and said things that I didn't mean to say, I pushed him too far and he left. I started to crave for his touch, I longed to see his smiles and I became obsessed with his smell. I will win him back.
View MoreADRIAN'S POV Tuesday morning. Supposedly a fresh start, but all I felt was the lingering echo of Monday’s panic attack. Those damn cable ties. I hadn’t seen them for a very long time, not really, until the utility crew left them haphazardly under my desk. Just a forgotten detail, but to me, they were a portal back to a nightmare I thought I conquered but no the fear sint conquered it's just buried deep down waiting to resurfaced again anytime.I rearranged my schedule, squeezing in patients who were understanding, if a little inconvenienced, by my unexpected… episode. Before I dared to sit, I glanced under my desk. Empty. Relief washed over me, a temporary reprieve from the suffocating dread. It was foolish, I knew. I was a grown man, a successful doctor. I should be able to handle a few plastic ties. But the truth was, the fear wasn’t about the object itself, it was about what it represented: helplessness, violation, the utter loss of control.My first patient, Greg, was a young ma
DAMIEN'S POV I felt…good. Genuinely good. The air between Adrian and me had been thick with unspoken tension for weeks, a suffocating cloud of misunderstanding I couldn’t quite grasp. The relief was palpable. It had been hanging over me for days, this suffocating fear that Adrian was somehow slipping away. We’d had… not a fight, exactly. Just a distance. A coolness that settled between us, a space where easy conversation used to flow. But this morning, we’d talked. Really talked. About the little things that bothered us, about everything and nothing.And now? It was gone. The distance had evaporated. I felt like I could breathe again. He was here, my Adrian, my best friend.I even felt a pang of guilt remembering the selfish thought I’d blurted out this morning, something about hoping he wouldn’t find his future wife for at least ten years. I just… I couldn't envision my life without him. He was a constant. A brother. The thought of him building a life with someone else, a family tha
ADRIAN'S POV The sunlight streaming through the blinds woke me up at 7:00 AM, a minor miracle considering I hadn't drifted off until after 2:00 AM. But I felt…lighter. Like a knot in my chest had finally loosened. Damien and I had actually talked, really talked, and cleared the air. I'd explained, perhaps clumsily, that Selena and I weren't a thing, not yet anyway, and that I knew he was just looking out for me, worried about me getting hurt. I'd also confessed why I'd switched gyms so abruptly and why I'd been avoiding him. It wasn't my proudest moment, the avoidance, but at least it was out in the open.I went through my usual morning routine, a quick shower, a shave, and then pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants and a white, fitted muscle tee. Comfort was key, especially after the emotional rollercoaster of the previous night.The kitchen was my domain. I loved the methodical process of cooking, the way simple ingredients transformed into something delicious. This morning, it was
ADRIAN'S POVThe plush velvet of the couch felt alien beneath me. I was home, technically, back in our penthouse living room, but the air hung thick with unspoken tension.I craved the oblivion of sleep, but I knew it wouldn't come. Not with Damien across from me, his presence a palpable force. He was observing me, his dark eyes narrowed, and the silence stretched, taut and unforgiving. I could practically taste the simmering frustration radiating from him, and it was all aimed at me. I felt like a cornered animal, every instinct screaming at me to flee.“What’s going on, Adrian?” His voice was low, a husky rumble that usually sent shivers down my spine.I forced a casual shrug, trying to mimic the nonchalance I usually wore like armor. "What do you mean? Everything's fine."The sound of his palm slamming against the glass coffee table shattered the tense silence. I flinched."Don’t play dumb with me. Don't lie to me, Adrian," he growled, his voice a dangerous whisper. "Something's w
ADRIAN'S POV I grasped her chin and turned her head, forcing her to stare into the mirror at me. My deep, dark gaze were hooded in the dimly lit room. I withdrew my dick for a while. I seized her hip with my free hand and pulled my ass closer to me, positioning my dick right at her entrance again. "I'm going to ruin you"Before she could react and stop me, I slipped myself inside of her. I pounded into her harder and faster than I did in my past sexual escapades ever had, my thrusts long and deep. She clutched the corner of the couch in her fists and stared into the mirror above the dresser, her pussy clenching around my huge cock.After wrapping my arm around her waist, I skillfully rubbed her clit, my fingers moving between her glistening pussy lips and across her clit, back and forth and back and forth, the movement is endless."More," she moaned, I felt pressure rising in her core. "Give me more. Please."I thrust into her harder, my hands seizing her waist and fingers curling
ADRIAN'S POVThe cool leather of the couch pressed against my back, a stark contrast to the burning heat that was building inside me. The heavy oak of the bookshelf loomed above, my arm chained to it by a pair of cold, unforgiving cuffs. I was trapped.Selena took a step closer, the scent of her perfume filling my senses. She trailed a finger down my chest, each touch sending jolts of electricity through my body."And what punishment do you think you deserve, Adrian?" she whispered, her breath warm against my ear."I swear answering your call with me naked isn't intentional," I breathed, my gaze locked on hers.Her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. That smile… it promised pleasure, pain, and everything in between.She leaned down, her lips hovering just above mine. "Excuses, excuses."And with that, the torture began. A slow, delicious torture of kisses and caresses, of whispered promises and denied desires. Her fingers danced across my skin, exploring every inch of my chest, my
ADRIAN'S POVThe tension in Quinn Manor was thick enough to cut with a knife. All eyes were on me after my pathetic attempt to downplay things with Selena. "We're just getting to know each other," I'd said, like some awkward teenager. Then Mr. Quinn Sr. – Selena's grandfather, the man who could make or break empires with a snap of his fingers – had erupted in laughter. Genuine, booming laughter that echoed through the opulent dining room.Confusion warred with a growing sense of dread. I blinked, unsure if I'd misspoken, or worse, offended him. But then he smiled, a surprisingly warm, approving smile. “I like your honesty, Adrian. Your sincerity. I expected some young buck slick charmers to try and take advantage of Selena’s… situation, claim Selena as his own just for the… prestige."He glanced at Selena, a glint in his eye. "Don't lose him, dear. Put him in your pocket if you have to." He then turned back to me. "I give you my blessing. If you decide to go public, you have my full
ADRIAN'S POV The phone call with Selena had ended moments ago, and my closet was already under siege. What did one wear to a "family dinner" when your role was "arm candy"? Apparently, Selena had anticipated my sartorial panic. A text popped up: "Hey Adrian, went on to this store ASAP. They were expecting you. I've already informed them to give a suit that complements the color of my gown. They will take your body measure to insure it is perfectly accentuate every part of your body."I replied, "Wow! It seems that this dinner is really something if you're going all out."Her response was immediate and laced with her signature brand of playful dominance: "Oh you will see tonight. See you handsome! For my family sake, don't went there topless okay?"I chuckled, remembering the mortifying... and apparently, memorable incident a few moments ago where I’d answered her FaceTime shirtless after showering. Selena, forever the tease.The designer store lived up to its reputation. I barely st
DAMIEN'S POVI was recounting my escapades in France, the two women in the VIP section eager to impress, their expensive perfume a heady mix. Adrian was smiling, genuinely interested, which was typical of him. He'd just finished telling me about how he’d secured Selena’s approval during her surprise visit to the clinic, impressing her with our efficiency.Then the bar girls arrived. Suddenly, hands were on my shoulders, giggles filled my ears. I saw Adrian’s face. It was a fleeting expression, almost unnoticeable in the strobe lights, but there was a flicker of something…pain? Disappointment? "Excuse me," he mumbled, his voice tight. "I need to… hit the dance floor."Before I could decipher it, he was gone, swallowed by the dancing throng.The girls were draped all over me now just like the previous times I'm here. One was whispering in my ear, the other was tracing patterns on my chest. It should have been enjoyable, a standard Saturday night indulgence. But it wasn't. My mind was e
ADRIAN'S POVThe lavender and sandalwood scent of essential oil from the diffuser hung heavy in the air, usually a comfort in my office at the private clinic. Tonight, however, it was a cruel mockery. I blamed myself for this self-inflicted torment, for deciding to overtime tonight and catch up on paperwork. Idiot. I'm a fucking idiot.Through the thin wall, the sounds started – soft at first, like hesitant breaths, then growing in intensity. Moans. Gasps. Skin slapping. Unmistakable cries of pleasure. Damien.... and his clients."Ahhh. Please doctor, Move your tongue, faster, please.""OHHHHHHHHHHHH, fuckk.... doctor, ohh... you're cock..... it is so huge and I love it." a muffled moans from the woman in the next room."You want it hard and fast right?" That voice... it was Damien's voice.It was Friday night, Damien's “after-hours” session as a sex coach, that’s what he calls it. I knew that, of course. Every Tuesday and Friday, like clockwork, my best friend transformed into some ...
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