Page 3 of Taken Online

He gave me a predatory grin, as if sensing that he was the one winning.

I could tell by the change in his stance: from defensive to offensive. He stood a little straighter. He knew he was dominating me in terms of sheer presence.

He then eyed me up and down again, but this time with clear interest.

“You're hot,” he licked his lips. “Tall too.” He looked younger than me but was talking about me like I was cattle he was contemplating buying.

Assessing me.

“Unfortunately, not my type. I like men who take charge and you…” He gave me an innocent smile, pure taunt. “Well, I’d just walk all over you.”

Then he walked away, a faint look back.

A test.

He was trying to coax me. I knew that logically. He was baiting me to follow and redeem myself in the power play he had annihilated me in, but my feet felt rooted to those tiles.

He didn’t turn back again.

I had failed his test.

Chapter One

ASHER

RoughGangbang–$650/hr.

ThreeMasked Men. All 30 and up.

Sign Up Now.

Damn, those advertisements were crazy hot. Sometimes I really hated being broke. Well, I wasn’t technically broke, but my job barely paid enough to scrape by. Even renting this shitty one-bedroom apartment in the city drained most of my paycheck. I couldn’t even sign up for this gangbang, though judging by the replies, it was probably a scam.

And truthfully…the idea sounded hot but the actual reality of three men surrounding me sent chills down my spine.

I didn’t have a glamorous job. I worked tech support for a small company that made “smart fridges.” Yup. If you couldn’t figure out how to set up your overpriced refrigerator, I was one of the many associates you’d call. Honestly, I just followed a troubleshooting script. Most of the time, the customers’ questions were so basic that I wanted to scream,Read the fucking manual!At least it was remote work. No leaving my apartment. No human interaction. Just me, my computer, and the occasional idiot on the line.

Another pop-up flashed across my screen.

I was scrolling Dark Forum, a secret, invite-only corner of the internet. It was 18+ and annoyingly exclusive. Usually, you had to know someone to get access. I didn’t. I had zero friends, so I bought a username and password off eBay. Best fifty bucks I ever spent. The account came with access to some premium sub-communities, and I’d been hooked ever since.

The best part? The pictures.

The forum had everything: hot tops, slutty bottoms, and, my personal favorite, dirty fantasies of men doing whatever they wanted to you. The idea of a hot man taking control, using your body, manhandling you, gagging you? Sign me up.

The forum’s DM feature was perfection. Post something and people with similar kinks would flood your inbox. I spent most of my time in the CNC (consensual non-consent) threads, where posts ranged from mildly suggestive to outright filthy.

My last post?

Ash.luv:

Status: Horny.

Really Need Someone 2 Break In and Fuck My Brains Out.

It got ten likes and six replies, all deliciously vulgar. I’d even attached a slutty picture: me biting my lip, shirtless, on my bed, flashing a peace sign with one hand and holding the phone like a selfie stick with the other. I wasn’t muscular, more on the smaller side, with a few tattoos (some cute, some awful) and snakebite piercings on my lips. The eyeliner was a personal touch, giving those losers a taste of femboy fantasy, even though I didn’t consider myself remotely close to that archetype. But the people liked what the people liked.

Over time, I’d built my own little community on the forum. I called it Ash’s Corner. Twelve loyal members. They loved telling me all the ways they’d ruin me. Some even sent tips or little gifts; digital stickers that added money to my account. It was practically magical. Sure, there were cam boys and live streams, but I preferred my little army of men who wanted to bend me over and destroy me. I liked that they didn’t know what a loser I was in real life and only really knew that I liked dick.

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