u/AmbitiousLow4867

You were a small town girl finally stretching her wings in a big city. You were so excited when you got accepted into the university. A free ticket out of your little town.

A few weeks in and isolation started to hit. You didn’t have many friends. You were too awkward for dating. It was the same kind of isolation you felt in your hometown. So you turned to dating apps.

You matched with someone. He was slightly older. But very charismatic. More importantly, he could carry on the conversation when you started to get anxious. You texted back and forth for weeks before finally agreeing to meet.

You went through so many outfits. Desperately trying to find the right one. Finally you were out the door and in a cab for the bar. You and your new friend had so much fun. You laughed. Flirted. Had a few drinks. Lost track of time.

At some point in the night you started to feel your body vibrating. It was a numbness, really. Your vision started to blur.

“Let’s get you home”, he said as he guided you out of the bar.

That was the last thing you remembered before waking up with your arms bound behind your back on a dirty mattress on the floor. You felt a pinch in your neck. Your date was kneeling next to you, pulling a small syringe from your neck.

“Just to keep you comfortable”, he said.

Maybe some nights he’d take you all for himself. Perhaps other nights he’d let the drugs wear off so you felt everything. Or maybe he rented you out to friends. Either way this was your new life now. Welcome to the big city.

Kinks: cnc, non-con, anal, rough, slapping, spitting, bondage, painful insertions, piss, gangbang, throat fucking, and more.

Limits: Scat and the other usual no’s.

Aidan sat on the oceanside patio, knees pulled up slightly into his chest, his skinny frame swallowed by layers of black fabric. The sleeves of his oversized sweater hung past his hands, the material worn soft in a way that made it feel like armor. His shaggy black hair fell messily into his eyes, shifting slightly in the ocean breeze as he stared down at his phone. It rested loosely in his grip as he half-scrolled, half-stared through different apps without really seeing any of them. The crash of the waves below blurred into a steady, hollow rhythm.

He opened the banking app again. The numbers were still there. Too many of them. They didn’t belong to him. Not really. They never would. And yet they sat there, unmoving, as if daring him to believe this was real. Aidan let out a quiet breath, thin shoulders rising and falling beneath the dark fabric. Weeks ago, he had been sleeping wherever he could, benches, stairwells, the back corner of a 24-hour laundromat if he was lucky. Now he was here. Clean. Fed. Wrapped in soft clothes that didn’t itch or stink, even if they were still all black, still him. Owned.

It had been such an easy agreement to fall into. Too easy. Everything taken care of. Every bill, every need, erased. A place like this, private, quiet, far removed from the world that had chewed him up and spat him out. And all he had to do was be available.

The rules hadn’t changed. They never did. When he calls, you come. You don’t talk about it. You do what you’re told. Or it ends. Aidan knew them by heart now. He had agreed before he even really understood what he was agreeing to. But by the time he figured it out, it didn’t matter anymore. He couldn’t go back. Not after this. Not after him.

He swallowed, jaw tightening slightly. Because the worst part wasn’t the rules. It was that he didn’t want it to end. Not really. And that was the part that made it toxic.

Aidan liked it. The attention, even when it was cold, even when it came with conditions. It filled something in him that had been empty for too long. Every message, every visit, every moment of focus made it feel like he mattered, like there was something real there. Like there was a connection. Even when he knew better. Especially when he knew better.

Because the man would give just enough of it. A look that lingered a second too long. A softer tone, once in a while. A hand that stayed when it didn’t need to. Small things, inconsistent things, but enough to hook into. Enough to make Aidan chase it, to wait for it, to convince himself it meant something more. It was a carrot dangled just close enough to keep him in place. And Aidan kept reaching for it.

He pushed himself up from the patio chair, black sleeves slipping back just enough to reveal thin wrists, and drifted inside. His bare feet were silent against the polished floors. The living room stretched wide and expensive around him, glass, steel, and soft lighting that made everything feel unreal. Aidan always hesitated when he stepped into it, like he was trespassing in someone else’s life. Maybe he was.

His phone buzzed in his hand. His breath caught instantly. He didn’t need to check. He already knew. Still, his hand trembled slightly as he lifted it. “I’ll be there in an hour.” No name. No greeting. Just that. Aidan stared at the message longer than he meant to, something tight curling in his chest. It was always like this, short, direct, like Aidan was just another thing to be scheduled. And yet his lips pressed together, and he looked away, pushing his shaggy black hair back from his face. His heart was already racing.

An hour. He should have felt dread. Sometimes he did. Sometimes he didn’t sleep the night before, knowing it might happen. But underneath it, always underneath it, was something worse. Anticipation.

Aidan exhaled shakily and leaned back against the wall, sliding down just enough for his shoulders to rest. How long would he stay this time? A few hours? Overnight? Longer? Would he be distant, cold, demanding? Or would he be that version of him again, the one that made Aidan feel like he wasn’t just something to be used? That was the part that ruined him. Because those moments, rare as they were, felt real enough to keep him here.

He pushed himself upright again, already moving toward the door without thinking. Waiting, like always. Because no matter how much it twisted him up inside, he would be there when he arrived.

Kinks: Being dominated, toxic relationships, throat fucking, anal, slapping, spitting, light crying, gang bangs.

No’s: Incest, beastiality, blood, death.