The warehouse door slammed shut behind Marcus, the echo swallowed by the vast, shadowed space. He had come for what he thought was a simple job pickup, but the moment the lock clicked, he knew it was a trap. Viktor emerged from the darkness, tall and broad, his eyes cold with intent. "Strip," he ordered, voice low and unyielding. Marcus backed away, heart pounding, but there was nowhere to go. Viktor's hand gripped his jaw, forcing eye contact. "You owe me. And tonight, you'll pay in the way I demand."
Clothes were torn away piece by piece, leaving Marcus exposed under the single hanging bulb. Viktor circled him like prey, fingers tracing the tense lines of his shoulders, down the curve of his spine. "Fight it all you want," Viktor murmured, pressing close, his breath hot against Marcus's ear. "It only makes the surrender sweeter." He shoved Marcus to his knees, the concrete rough beneath skin. A thick cock pressed against his lips, demanding entry. Marcus resisted at first, turning his head, but Viktor's fist in his hair pulled hard, forcing the head past his teeth. The taste was musky, overwhelming, and the thrust that followed was relentless, filling his mouth until he gagged.
Tears stung his eyes as Viktor fucked his throat with steady, powerful strokes, one hand controlling the pace, the other pinning Marcus's wrists behind his back. "Take it deeper," Viktor growled, hips snapping forward. Marcus's own body betrayed him, his cock hardening despite the humiliation, the forced rhythm stirring unwanted heat low in his gut. Viktor noticed, chuckling darkly. "Look at that.
Your straight little dick is getting hard for cock. Good."
He pulled out abruptly, dragging Marcus to a low table and bending him over it. Lube slicked cold fingers probed between his cheeks, pushing inside without mercy. Marcus bucked, cursing, but Viktor held him down with an iron grip on his hips. One finger became two, scissoring, stretching, finding that hidden spot that made Marcus's vision blur and his protests turn into reluctant moans. "That's it," Viktor said, voice rough with satisfaction. "Open for me. You're mine to use now."
When Viktor replaced his fingers with the blunt head of his cock, the pressure was immense. He pushed in slowly at first, inch by thick inch, forcing Marcus's body to yield. The burn was sharp, then deeper, fuller, until Viktor was buried to the hilt. He didn't wait for adjustment. His thrusts started hard and deep, pounding into Marcus with possessive force, each one claiming more ground. Marcus's hands clawed at the table edge, his mind a storm of resistance and rising pleasure. Every stroke dragged over his prostate, sending jolts of electric sensation through him until his cock leaked steadily onto the wood.
Viktor reached around, stroking Marcus in time with his thrusts, rough and demanding. "Come for me while I fuck you," he commanded. Marcus tried to hold back, but the dual assault broke him. His orgasm crashed over him in waves, his ass clenching around Viktor's cock, cum spilling in hot pulses. Viktor fucked him through it, then pulled out and flipped him onto his back. He straddled Marcus's chest, stroking himself until thick ropes of cum painted Marcus's face and open mouth, marking him completely.
In the aftermath, Viktor didn't release him right away. He cleaned Marcus with deliberate care, then pulled him into a bruising kiss, tongue claiming what his body already had. "Next time," Viktor whispered against his lips, "you'll beg for it." Marcus lay there, body sore and spent, the power exchange settling into something darker and undeniable. The door would open eventually, but the hold Viktor had forged would linger far longer.
