Complete Me [Tronnor]

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Troye sighs as he walks out of Chipotle, another bust. The guy was like forty years old, fucking forty! Troye had just turned twenty last month.
The Australian unlocks his car and begins calling his best friend, Tyler. The energetic blonde picks up on the second ring.
"Hey girl! How'd it go?"
Troye's car stops at a red light and the twenty year old tries not to scream at how frustrated and horny he is.
"Pretty bad Tilly, first he was late and I had to sit there for ten minutes thinking he wasnt going to show and when he finally waltzed in he didn't even apologize."
"I'm sorry boo," Tyler says with sympathy.
Troye's foot hits the gas pedal. " I just want find a good Dom, not some douchebag, you know. Not someone who's more than twice my age and wouldn't stop leering at me long enough to ask what I'm not into! He honestly looked like he wanted to throw me in a to-go box,"Troye rants.
"A cute twink bottom like you? I don't doubt it."
Troye moans in annoyance. The truth was he's been looking for a Dom for a couple of months now. He misses being in a BDSM relationship. Troye yearnes for the feeling of being tied up, powerless, and fucked open. Of forgetting who you are, no thoughts in your head except master and pleasure.
Troye pulls up to his apartment building Tyler's voice in his ear still reminding him he is on the phone.
"Pardon what was that?" He asks.
" I said why don't you try complete me?" The older boy exclaimes.
Complete me is an app that had been out for a while. It allows you to talk and meet people near you in the BDSM community. Tyler had met his sub and boyfriend, Korey, on there.
It wasnt that Troye had any problems talking to strangers on the internet he was desperate and Tyler practically swore on his life it was good, so why not?
"Yeah I think I'll make a profile tonight."
The Smell of vanilla assaults Troye's nose as he enters his apartment. He had moved to L.A. a little over a year ago after being signed by a local recording label and he was currently in the process of creating an album.
"Thats great!" Chirps Tyler. "Look I have to go but if you find a daddy let me know."
Beep. Then he hung up
It was dark, an all consuming black, deep like coffee. Troye stumbles around a bit before making his way to the couch. He slides his phone out of his pocket. Its screen illuminating his face casting everything into shadow. The app store beckones to him and he openes it willingly.
In the search bar he types two simple words: complete me.
A bolt of excitement shoots through his stomach as he clickes on the icon and begins downloading the app.

16% the feel of cold metal digging into his wrists.

33% a pair of firm hands spreading his ass cheeks.

58% pleading to be taken like the slut he is

92% being slammed into relentlessly. Troyes hole constricting, full, as he is denied release over and over again.

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Hey guys ,that was the first chapter of my new story. Since this is a bdsm story its going to get explicit and will contain smut. I will try to warn you ahead of time if anything is triggering. There will be no rape, self harm, or suicide in this story.