LINE TESTING
Jerry Rodgers didn’t know what he signed up for. Thought it was a movie. Thought he’d read lines. Thought he’d be famous. Didn’t know the casting couch was real. Didn’t know the agent’s voice would melt his spine.
“Read this,” the agent said. Smooth. Slow. Like honey poured over gravel. Jerry’s hands shook. Paper rustled. He tried to focus. But the agent’s eyes—dark, heavy—locked onto his. Like he was already owned.
Jerry’s voice cracked. “I… I don’t know what this means.”
The agent smiled. “You don’t have to. Just say it. Let it sink in. Let it own you.”
Jerry read. Words slithered off his tongue. “I am yours. I belong to you. I exist for your pleasure.” His throat tightened. His cock stirred. He didn’t understand why. Didn’t care. The agent’s gaze was a leash. Jerry’s body obeyed before his mind caught up.
“Good boy,” the agent murmured. “Now strip.”
Jerry fumbled with his belt. Fingers clumsy. Jeans pooled at his ankles. White briefs stayed. For now. The agent didn’t rush. Just watched. Let Jerry feel the weight of his stare. Let him feel the heat in his own skin.
“Lower,” the agent whispered. “Slowly. Like you’re unwrapping a gift for me.”
Jerry peeled down his underwear. Cock bobbed free. Hard. Shy. The agent didn’t touch him. Didn’t need to. Jerry’s breath hitched. His thighs trembled. He was naked. Exposed. Owned.
“Turn around,” the agent said. “Hands on the desk. Ass up.”
Jerry obeyed. Bent over. Cheeks parted. The agent stepped close. Breath hot on Jerry’s neck. “You’re beautiful like this. Empty. Waiting. Mine.”
Jerry whimpered. Not from fear. From need. He wanted to be used. Wanted to be broken. Wanted to forget his name. Wanted to be nothing but the agent’s.
“Say it,” the agent commanded. “Say who you are.”
Jerry’s voice was raw. Broken. “I’m yours. Only yours. I’m nothing without you.”
The agent’s hand landed on Jerry’s ass. A slap. Sharp. Sweet. Jerry gasped. Arching. Begging. The agent leaned in, lips brushing Jerry’s ear. “Good boy. Now stay still. Don’t move. Don’t think. Just feel.”
Jerry didn’t move. Didn’t think. Just felt. The agent’s hand on his skin. The ache in his cock. The surrender in his soul. He was theirs. Fully. Finally. Forever.
The agent smiled. “Perfect. Now… let’s read the next line.”
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