Logan goes to bed

Snapping out of his daydream he headed to his own bed.

His mattress creaked underneath him as he threw himself onto it, limbs sprawling out in exhaustion. Logan tried to shut his mind off, focusing on the peaceful lullaby of the distant traffic instead. However, images of Ken and Martin kept creeping back into his consciousness, their hands roaming freely across each other's bodies, their laughter echoing through the empty hallway.

He tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position while trying to clear his mind.

meanwhile in Martin’s room Ken had stripped Martin naked and fastened his collar around his neck. The cold metal pressed against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. Ken watched him closely, his lustful gaze never leaving Martin's body. He slowly moved closer, his hands reaching out to touch Martin's bare skin. The sensation of Ken's rough hands tracing along his body sent a wave of pleasure coursing through Martin's veins. His knees buckled slightly, and he moaned softly, his body betraying his desire.

Ken's grip tightened around the collar, pulling Martin closer to him. Their bodies pressed against each other, their chests heaving in anticipation. Martin could feel Ken's erection pressing against his thigh, a reminder of the raw passion that pulsed between them. They kissed passionately, their tongues intertwining, exploring the depths of each other's mouths.

Ken's hands roamed freely over Martin's body, caressing his muscular shoulders, his strong arms, and his toned abs. The taste of Martin's mouth was intoxicating, a potent cocktail of lust and raw desire.

"On your knees and open your mouth, now!" Ken demanded as he sat on the bed, his voice husky with lust.

Before Martin could answer, Ken pushed him down in front of him and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Open wide, boy", he ordered. Martin obeyed, parting his lips and showing his tongue, like a dog anticipating treats. Ken stroked his cock, already swollen and erect in anticipation. He positioned it at the entrance of Martin's mouth, his submissive eagerly waiting for his command. "Take it, bitch", Ken growled, thrusting his dick straight into Martin's wet mouth. Martin eagerly accepted it, sucking and swallowing every inch of it. With each stroke, Martin's throat bulged and contracted, accommodating Ken's massive length.

Moans of pleasure escaped his lips, muffled by the rigid shaft filling his mouth. He tasted Ken's pre-cum, salty and addictive, fueling his hunger for more. With each suck, Martin fantasized about Ken's hands gripping his head, forcing him deeper until he gagged. He imagined the taste of cum flooding his mouth, marking him as Ken's property once again.

The humiliation thrilled him, driving him wild with desire. His own cock throbbed painfully, for release. He needed to cum, but Ken denied him the pleasure, wanting to prolong the .

Martin didn't complain though, his submissive nature allowing him to accept his fate. Ken's cock filled his mouth, and he sucked and licked it, doing everything he could to please his master. He was rewarded with a groan of pleasure that fueled his desire to serve.

As the night progressed, Martin found himself on his knees, legs spread open, with Ken fucking his mouth relentlessly. He gagged and choked, but he never stopped sucking. Ken gripped his hair tightly, guiding his head up and down, and his cock in and out of his mouth. The humiliation was overwhelming, but the pleasure he felt was unmatched.

Finally, Ken pulled out of his mouth, his cock throbbing and ready to explode. Martin crawled up to him, his eyes pleading for permission to suck him off. Ken smirked, his eyes filled with lust.

"Come here," he commanded, motioning to Martin with a crook of his finger.

Martin looked up at Ken, his eyes shining with anticipation. "Yes, Master," he murmured, crawling towards Ken on his hands and knees. The sound of his heavy breathing filled the room, matching the frantic beat of his heart. Ken grabbed Martin's wrists, yanking him roughly onto the bed. He pinned him down, his weight pressing down on Martin's chest.

Martin gasped for breath, struggling weakly.

But the stronger man held him down firmly, pinning him to the mattress. His hot breath warmed Martin's cheek and his words were cold yet seductive; “Just relax bitch, don’t struggle.”

With one swift movement, he tightened his grip around his good boy’s neck. Martin writhed beneath him, squirming helplessly.

"Please, stop," he pleaded, but his voice sounded weak.

Martin stared up at Ken, his gaze locked onto the man dominating him. The room was dimly lit, the shadows dancing across the walls creating an atmosphere of danger and excitement.

"No," Ken replied, his voice hardening. "You belong to me now, and there's no escape."

He pressed his body against Martin's, grinding his erection into his hole. Martin whimpered, his resistance pointless against Ken's superior strength.

“And soon my son will have a all to himself as well. I think Logan will look great in red leather don’t you, Kyle likes his boys in red.” Ken said with a devious smile.

Martin looked up at Ken, his eyes full of fear and lust. He knew that he had but to succumb to Ken's will, even if it meant handing over his son. He had lost control of his life since Ken entered it, and he couldn't help but crave the feeling of submission.

"Of course, Master," Martin managed to say, his voice shaking. "Logan would make an incredible to Kyle I am sure.”

Ken smirked, his eyes flashing with satisfaction. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Now get some sleep, you have an early morning to make sure breakfast is prepared on time.”

Ken said sternly. He looked at Martin with a stern expression, his eyes cold and unforgiving. Martin knew better than to disobey his orders, but he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the thought of losing his independence. He had lived alone with his son Logan for years, and the thought of being under someone else's control was terrifying. Still, he couldn't deny the thrill he felt at surrendering to Ken's demands. He nodded, swallowing hard, and curled up naked on the cold wooden floor, as his master occupied his bed.

It was a painful decision to surrender his own space, but he felt a strange comfort in knowing that Ken owned him now. His body ached with longing, yearning for a release that would come only when Ken deemed fit.

He drifted off to sleep, his dreams haunted by visions of Ken's cruel and merciless domination. Images of him chained and beaten, to endure endless torments, flooded his mind. And yet, he couldn't resist the urge to submit to his new master, the powerful allure of his authority proving irresistible.