6 ~ Eternal Surrender

Eli and Noah wore their collars hidden under shirts. This was a constant reminder of Rafe's claim.

Classes dragged, but texts from him ignited pulses: Kneel when you read this. Imagine my cock down your throat.

They did, in bathrooms or under desks, hands pressing against their hardening lengths, obedience sharpening their edge.

Midweek, Rafe called them to his place after dark. The apartment hummed with tension, air thick from the week's denial.

“Last test,” he said as the door clicked shut. “Prove you're mine forever.”

They stripped without prompt, kneeling naked on the cool hardwood with their eyes locked on his boots.

Rafe circled them...