ThatGuyFromRecon
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- Parts 24
Sam's not unhappy. He has a good job, a nice apartment, a decent life in DC. But late at night, when the lights are low and the cage between his legs is locked tight, he aches for something more.
Not romance. Not attention.
Obedience.
He wants to be stripped down. Silenced. Sealed in rubber and used without mercy. He wants to disappear.
So when the message finally comes - Tonight. 7:30. This address. No excuses. - he doesn't hesitate.
What waits on the other side of that door is darker than anything he's experienced. A contract. A blindfold. A room full of men. No questions. No safe word. Just evaluation, exposure, and the beginning of his training.
Ten days. No name. No control. No escape.
Just a body. Just a number.
And if he breaks?
He'll be forgotten.