**”You Made Me This Way”**

Len barely had time to react before Kai slammed him against the wall. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them in Len’s dimly lit apartment. Kai’s cock throbbed against Len’s thigh through his pants, hot and unforgiving. The scent of sweat and cologne filled the space between them as Kai grabbed Len’s jaw, forcing his head back.

“You told my wife,” Kai snarled. His other hand moved down, palming himself through his khakis, already leaking. “You *fucking* told her.”

Len swallowed hard, his lips parted. He knew better than to argue. Kai wasn’t here to talk.

Kai wrenched Len’s shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor. His hand fisted in Len’s hair, yanking him down onto his knees. The hardwood dug into Len’s skin, but he didn’t resist. He never did.

“Open your fucking mouth,” Kai ordered, undoing his belt with one hand. His dick sprang free, thick and flushed, veins standing out against his skin. Precum glistened at the tip. Len hesitated for half a second—just long enough for Kai to grip his hair tighter and shove himself past Len’s lips.

“*Ahh—fuck*,” Kai groaned, head tipping back as Len’s mouth closed around him. Hot, wet, tight. Len gagged immediately, tears springing to his eyes as Kai pushed deeper. “Yeah, choke on it, you *queer*.”

Len’s throat convulsed around Kai’s length as he forced himself deeper, ignoring the way Len’s fingers scrambled against his thighs. Saliva dripped down Len’s chin, his nose pressed against Kai’s pelvis as Kai fucked his mouth in short, brutal thrusts.

“That’s it—take it, you *faggot*,” Kai growled, hips snapping forward. “You *wanted* this.”

Len gagged, moaning around the intrusion, his hands gripping Kai’s legs now, not pushing him away but holding on. His cock strained against his own pants, untouched but leaking.

Kai sneered down at him. “Look at you. Pathetic. You *made* me this way.” He gripped Len’s hair hard enough to hurt, dragging him off just to slam him back down, his dick hitting the back of Len’s throat. Len’s eyes rolled back, his body shuddering as he struggled to breathe.

Kai didn’t care. He fucked Len’s face like he hated him, like he hated himself for needing it. His balls slapped against Len’s chin, his thrusts growing erratic.

“You *love* this, don’t you?” Kai spat. “You love being my dirty little secret.”

Len moaned around him, his fingers digging into Kai’s thighs as his own cock twitched in his pants. He *did* love it—loved the humiliation, the dominance, the way Kai used him like he was nothing.

Kai’s orgasm hit him hard. With a sharp groan, he shoved Len down to the base, holding him there as his cock pulsed, spilling hot and thick down Len’s throat. Len swallowed obediently, his own dick aching between his legs.

When Kai finally pulled out, panting, he looked down at Len’s swollen lips, his tear-streaked face, and sneered. “Disgusting.”

Len wiped his mouth, breathing heavily, but his gaze flicked up to Kai’s with something like defiance.

And Kai knew—this wasn’t over. It never would be.

He yanked Len up by the collar, already hard again. “Get on the bed,” he ordered. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Len obeyed. Because he always would.