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Secret Admirer

The bouquet arrived at the gas station just before Ethan’s shift started deep red roses wrapped in sleek black paper. The note was simple, handwritten in sharp black ink:

From your secret admirer.

Ethan’s stomach flipped with a mix of nerves and heat. He set the flowers behind the counter and tried to focus.
The night shift was dead quiet, as usual. Around 11 PM he noticed the man across the street. Tall, broad shouldered, wearing a dark hood pulled low and sunglasses even though it was night. The stranger stood under the streetlight, staring straight through the glass into the brightly lit store. Right at Ethan. Their eyes locked for a long, heavy second. Then the man turned and walked away, melting into the shadows. Ethan’s pulse stayed elevated for the rest of the shift.

At 3:17 AM, with no customers for over an hour, Ethan locked the front door, flipped the sign to “Back in 10,” and slipped into the small storage room in the back. He dropped onto the old metal folding chair, leaned his head against the wall, and closed his eyes. Just a quick nap. His body was heavy with exhaustion.

Ethan never heard the back door open.
A large hand suddenly gripped the back of his head, fingers twisting into his hair. Before Ethan could jerk awake a thick, hot cock shoved past his lips and drove straight into his throat.

“mmph!” Ethan eyes flew open in shock.
The hooded stranger towered over him, hips already snapping forward. The cock was massive, veiny, rock hard, stretching Ethan’s mouth obscenely wide. He gagged hard, tears instantly springing to his eyes as the man fucked his face with ruthless deep strokes.

“That’s it,” the stranger growled, voice low and rough. “I knew you would feel amazing !.”

Ethan’s hands flew up, pushing weakly at the man’s thighs, but the stranger just pinned his head tighter against the wall and thrust harder. Saliva poured down Ethan’s chin. The thick head battered the back of his throat again and again, cutting off his air. He choked, sputtered, eyes rolling back as the brutal rhythm overwhelmed him.

The man’s heavy balls slapped against his chin. One gloved hand reached down and pinched Ethan’s nipple through his uniform shirt, twisting hard. Ethan moaned around the cock, half dazed, cock straining painfully in his work pants.

Black spots danced in his vision. The stranger fucked his throat faster, deeper, using Ethan’s face like a toy. His last conscious thought was the wet, obscene sound of his own gagging before everything went dark.

When he came to, the storage room was silent.

Ethan’s throat burned. His lips felt swollen and raw. He was still slumped in the chair, pants around his ankles now, legs spread. A heavy, silicone butt plug stretched his hole open, unyielding, locked deep inside him. When he reached back with a shaky hand, he felt raised marks on his left ass cheek. Tally marks. Four fresh, red lines scratched into his skin like a scoreboard.

The stranger was gone. The back door was shut and locked again.

Ethan sat there trembling, leaking into the seat, the plug shifting with every tiny movement and pressing against his prostate. He came untouched just from the pressure, whimpering softly in the quiet room.

The next morning another bouquet waited on his doorstep at home in the same black wrapping, same blood red roses. The note was clipped to the front:

Thanks for last night ;)
—Your secret admirer