Love in the billionaire's mansion

WIK

The sound of meat slapping meat echoed in the large, beautifully decorated bedroom.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

WIK laid on the bed, his face in pillow, hands gripping the bedsheets as Porsche thrusted into him over and over again mercilessly . He felt uncomfortable, tears of humiliation picking at the  corner's of his eyes but he couldn't do anything. He felt exhausted but didn't dare to utter a word.

Porsche liked his boy toys beautiful and quiet. WIK wasn't the first one to warm his bed nor he will be the last. But Porsche did find this popular singer pretty and met his standards to the point and so he became his current interest.

Porsche flipped WIK onto his back and grabbed his slender legs, pushing them to one side before he rammed into him again. Porsche admits he has a high sex drive so finding a person who doesn't get tired too easily is becoming rare these days. But money is a powerful thing, all the materialistic pleasures are a slave to it. Porsche has enough money to buy a medium sized country, so getting a popular little fuck thing isn't much of big deal.

Porsche thrusted into WIK for the last time, the latter's ass clenching around his cock perfectly, milking the last drop of his cum. Porsche was always careful, choosing his boys with caution, screening them of any possible STD's and making sure that they don't engage in any sexual activities other than him.
A detail contract was already signed by the both parties, leaving no room for further negotiations. WIK is going to live in the Kittisawat's farm house for the next two months, all his clothing and meals managed by Porsche's staff. According to his agency, the internet believed that WIK is currently unwell, recently undergoing a surgery and will be on a hiatus for around 2 months.

"Go to your room and clean yourself up" Porsche ordered, taking his iPad from the bedside table.

Kim nodded silently, standing up slowly. His legs felt weak and he hoped that cum wasn't leaking through his hole. Porsche was very tidy person and he didn't tolerate any kind of uncleanliness. WIK grabbed his bathrobe and tied it tightly around himself and went to his room as fast as he could.

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WIK entered his allotted room and closed its door. He turned on the water in the tub, threw in a bathbomb and a few salts. As he waited for the water to fill up, he looked into the mirror, studying the plethora of bruises on his torso and neck, wincing at a few painful ones. He had approximately 1 hour before he is scheduled to hit gym and then had a spa appointment, both of them in the mansion itself. Porsche was a control freak and regulated WIK's activities strictly during the contract duration. WIK hated it, hated someone monitoring him every hour, hated that he had no choice but to be a sex slave, hated everything right now. But he put on his professional smile, showing that he is very grateful for this opportunity. Rumours are that Khun Porsche was very lavish in his dealings, his favoured people get rewarded extravagantly. So yeah, WIK is going pretend that he is thrilled to be here for the next 8 weeks.

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After WIK is done with the gym and spa, he had a light dinner in the balcony of his room. Porsche went away to France this evening to a charity dinner and is expected to return the day after.

WIK felt ...relief? Or maybe free? for the upcoming day. Maybe he could properly explore the mansion, provided that he is allowed to do so. These past 2 days he just shuttled between his room, Porsche's room and gym with the expection of the spa today. He is not allowed to step out of the mansion tho, rule no. 26 of the fucking contract.

He changed into his oversized hoodie and a faded sweatpants, ready to go into the dreamworld.

57 days more to go.

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WIK woke up in the morning with a smile on his face. He took a short shower and picked up a baggy long sleeved shirt and a baggy pants. Maybe it was his subconsciousness, propelling his to cover his entire body which was getting constantly sexualised both by fans and other influential people.

He had his breakfast and walked on the ground floor of the mansion, a bodyguard following at a respectable distance. The first floor was off limits, it was the residence of the supposed family members.

In the ground floor, he already saw the personal training room, a beauty parlour and a large kitchen, another bedroom and lastly a ... beautiful, beautiful room filled with musical instruments.

There was a large piano, a drum set and a stand full of guitars. There was another room inside it, waiting to be explored. WIK saw everything from the door, his mouth almost drooling.

"May I enter this room?" He asked the bodyguard, just to be sure.

When the bodyguard nodded his head fractionally, WIK opened the door and went inside. The piano seemed to magically call him toward it and he went to it as if in a trance. WIK was mostly seen with a guitar, making everyone think that it was the only instrument he ever played. But no, guitar was easy to play and can be moved easily, making it ideal to use on stage. Piano was WIK's real love, the first instrument he ever learned, the first instrument which inspired him to make music.

The piano in front of him looked ethereal. It was an antique machine, tended with care. WIK sat in the seat gingerly and touched the piano even more cautiously.

His hands flew over the keys, music of Beethoven Sonata No. 29 in B flat major rushing through him. It has been years since he last played it but yet it felt like yesterday. Music was truly his everything, he will do anything to keep it close. Music was what brought him and his brothers out of his cruel father's clutches and later out of poverty. Music paid his eldest brother's psychiatric therapy fees, other brother's business college fees and made him a t-pop idol. Really music was his everything and WIK is forever indebted to it.

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"Wow, that was very impressive..." came an excited voice as WIK hit the last chords. "Play me another song!"