I was bent over, my pants around my ankles. He poised himself at my tight entrance, his fingertips digging into my hips...
I was just a guy out on the scene looking for a good time. The vibe was good at the rave and the music was better. A good looking man, way too put together for an abandoned warehouse rave, chatted me up while I took a breather.

Anton was gorgeous, tall and had that alpha male swagger. He knew I was going to join him in the bathroom before he did. I was his plaything, but we'd be interrupted before things could get too crazy.

Or at least that's what I thought. The truth was that the craziness was about to turn up to 11.


Over six thousand words of an obedient twink being bent over by a billionaire alpha male!