Page 17 of Taken Online

Kaleb:You like when those men talk down to you? Do you think they can tell you’re a dirty little slut who needs to be told what to do?

I know he hates it when men talk down to him. But when he’s horny? It turns him feral.

There’s something about being forced. About submitting to a man’s command, even if he resents it, that gets him off. Maybe it’s about losing control. Maybe it’s because deep down, he thinks the men online are beneath him, so letting them degrade him feels like the ultimate betrayal.

“Fuck, Kaleb—sir.” He moans, whole body buzzing. “I—yes, I think they can tell I’m a slut.”

Kaleb:Of course they can. Look at you, fucking yourself on a dildo for money. Wearing a school uniform when you didn’t even go to college, correct?

Asher whimpers.

“No, sir. I dropped out.” He closes his eyes, starts moving again, pulling himself up and down.

Kaleb:I know you did. Don’t worry. I like them dumb and slutty.

He bites his lip at the chat, cheeks flushing. His pupils are blown wide.

“I’m not dumb,” he mutters. But I’ve got him. He’s slipping. The degradation cracks through whatever pride he tries to hold onto.

Why does it work so well on him? Maybe he needs to feel punished. Maybe giving himself to men like us is the only way he knows how to feel wanted.

Whatever it is, it’s intoxicating.

Kaleb:Stand up. Show me that hole. Play with it.

He moans but obeys, rising to his feet. He bends over for the camera, stretching his tight hole open with both hands. His ass is flushed and slick. The dildo glistens nearby, still wet.

He groans as he opens himself wider.

I take a few screenshots for my private collection.

Kaleb:Now tell me how smart you are, Bambi. Shove your fingers in that tight ass and prove it.

The chat alert makes him glance up. He hesitates, flushes, then follows the order.

“Just ‘cause I’m doing this doesn’t mean I’m dumb,” he mutters, pushing two long fingers inside himself.

Kaleb:Don’t worry your pretty little head too much, okay?

His jaw tightens.

“I’m serious, asshole.” His voice is sharper, but he’s still finger-fucking himself. “Stop insulting me.”

That moan at the end nearly finishes me.

Kaleb:You need a man to help you think. And that’s okay, Bambi. That’s what I’m here for.

He stiffens, eyes locked on the chat. He’s clearly caught between lust and pride. His brows draw together like he’s ready to argue, but he doesn't stop.

I keep pumping, feeling my orgasm crest.

Kaleb:Truth or dare. Last one.

Asher’s eyes are glassy. He pulls his fingers from his mouth, breath uneven.

“Dare.”

I grin.

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