u/zphx

We've been close for many years now, which means that we've got plenty of history and will soon start to do that annoying thing where every other mundane event leads to one of us saying "Oh, you remember that one time, when?" to annoy our close friends.

Despite all that time of knowing each other our paths in life couldn't have been more different, though. You had no problems getting boyfriends while I've always struggled a bit, mainly due to nerves and high expectations. I get along well with my family while you don't. And as a slightly introverted numbers guy, the job in cybersecurity I chose is very different from your pursuits that refused to bear fruit.

That lead to you being late on rent at some point and consequently getting thrown out. You didn't even have to finish your sentence when you called me. "Pack your stuff, I'll come pick you up in a bit," I said.

You've been living with me for almost half a year now. We agreed on a much lower amount of rent you had to pay me, and that worked for about three months, but since then you haven't really been paying at all. Neither of us has said anything about that yet, since you have to feel guilty and horrible about it - I know you, after all. But it can't go on like this and the debt will only accumulate further with every month that passes.

So, we had to have a serious talk. Maybe there was some kind of agreement we could come to.

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We can go about this in multiple ways. What's important to me is that the sex is transactional. This could go in the sugarbaby or freeuse direction. Or maybe something more direct, like a price list for each service. Bj 50 bucks, sex 100 - that kind of deal. I'm open to many things here.

Kinks: Transactional sex, freeuse, D/s, casual and rough sex, sex in public / in the presence of others, dubious consent, servitude, (fun) humiliation, recording, anal, cock worship, outfit control, toys, impact play, bondage, manhandling, realism and more.

Limits: Sharing with other men, violence, necro, animals, musk, blood

This is meant to be a medium to long term story. CET, 1-4 paragraphs per reply on average.

'Nightingale'. That was the name of the operation my team and I had been working on tirelessly for three years. Thanks to careful planning, the ever-ongoing search for funding, sacrifices of sleep, family and probably also our sanity, we managed to achieve one of the biggest victories our bureau had ever achieved and saved hundreds of victims and also busted numerous big game players in 3 sites across the country all at once.

This should have been cause for celebration, but it wasn't. Why? It was what we found in the containers. First was the stench that invaded my nostrils, then when the light enabled me to see what was inside - the pairs of eyes looking at me, full of horror, despair and apathy. The bruises and scars. The filth on the ground.

I had seen a lot of horrible things in my 10 years of working for the bureau, but this? This truly shook me to my core. Of course, I sucked it up. I helped get the victims out, offered reassurance, smiled. I also helped get them to a safe place where they would be processed. I wrote all of my reports diligently.

And then? I took time off for the first time in years. I owned a nice, little cabin in the woods that my grandfather left me years ago. After renovating it, I moved there full time. Surrounded by the endless forest, mountains, and lakes, I was able to find my baseline again.. or so I thought. Even after several weeks, I wasn't able to find my peace.

I got a call - more papers to sign and a higher up to report to in person. Sure, I could do that. So I went back to the bureau and as I walked down the cold, bright corridor, I saw a young woman sitting outside one of the offices. Cleaned up and clothed, I still managed to recognize her. To her belonged one set of those eyes that stared at me when I opened the container.

I signed the papers and made my report.

"What's she still doing here?" I asked Richard, the bureau's director. He told me that the girl didn't have a family or home to go back to, since the gang that sold her was still in charge wherever she used to live. She would probably land in some program or put on a plane to god knows where to become someone else's problem.

It didn't take long for me to let Richard know about the decision I made in that moment, then walked up to you and said, "Hey. You come with me. I'll take care of you from now on."

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Kinks: Power dynamics, consent play, training, oral, anal, rough / passionate sex, impact play, aftercare, outfit control, freeuse, sweet moments, realism (as much as is fun), public play, etc.

Limits: Sharing with other men, underage, toilet play, violence, hair, musk.