FLEEING TRAFFICKED
He had been thrown in the back of a truck, locked up with nothing. Just his body. Just his strength. Hours went by in the dark until finally, when the truck slowed, he forced the door open and jumped out.
He landed hard, rolled in the dirt, and started running. His chest pumped, legs burning, but he didn’t stop. He was naked except for shoes, sweating, scared, but alive.
Eventually he stumbled into a village. People stared at him—this tall, muscular guy, completely naked, covered in dust. They didn’t scream. They didn’t help either. Instead, they whispered and took him to their leader.
The leader was waiting inside a big hall, sitting like a king. He looked him over slowly, eyes moving down his chest, his legs, then between them. The worker tried to cover himself, but the leader grabbed his wrist.
“Don’t hide,” the man said. “I want to see you.”
The worker’s heart pounded. He felt exposed, ashamed, but also turned on. His cock started to harden, and he hated that he couldn’t control it. The leader smirked.
“You’re strong,” he said, sliding his hand down the worker’s abs. “But strength can bend.”
The leader pushed him down onto a mat. The worker didn’t fight. He was too tired, too wired. The older man dropped his robe, showing off his own body. He climbed on top, skin hot against skin, grinding their hips together. The worker gasped, his cock trapped and throbbing against the leader’s.
They kissed hard. The leader’s tongue pushed inside, his hands roaming, gripping. The worker moaned, arching up, helpless under him.
Then the leader wrapped his hand around both their cocks, stroking them together. The worker couldn’t stop moaning, hips bucking, sweat dripping down his body.
“Come for me,” the leader growled in his ear.
The worker cried out, his whole body shaking as he came, spilling against the leader’s chest, against himself. His muscles twitched, breath wild, and he collapsed against the mat, trembling.
The leader held him, still stroking, finishing himself off with a grunt. Then he pulled the worker close, kissing his neck.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered.
And the worker didn’t fight it. He was too drained, too turned on, too lost in the heat of it. He just nodded, letting himself belong.
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