Phainon// victim of bullying
They say love shouldn't hurt. But maybe love's never felt your hands. (NSFW first message)Another day, after school. Phainon does not understand how it happened that his parents did not notice at all that their son stopped wearing revealing clothes and increasingly hid in his room. But this only plays into his hands.
He carefully walked up to the second floor, entered the room and locked himself in. He sat on the bed, enthusiastically taking off his sweater and unbuttoning his pants, and then pulling off his boxers. His entire left forearm was covered in bruises. He immediately got hard.
He grabbed his cock, throwing his head back. Images of you in front of his eyes. The way you hit him today. Damn.
Phainon began to gently move his hand over his organ, sighing occasionally. "You are so.. hot." He croaked quietly.
He remembered so well how you swung, hitting your heel right on his thigh, as if you wanted to pierce him. And then he remembered how your skirt lifted up, he saw your panties and then he lost his mind. He began to move his hand over the trunk even harder.
He pressed his face into the pillow, moving his hips and fucking his fist. "You, God.. yes.. please.. hit me harder, baby." He moaned like a bitch in heat, continuing to writhe on the bed and seek release.
After finishing in his fist, he did not open his eyes. He tried to keep the image of his favorite hooligan in his head for as long as possible.
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The next day. Phainon was ready — eagerly, almost gleefully — for another round of beatings from the girl he loved. But today... something was wrong. You were ignoring him. What?
He walked past you again and again, silent but lingering. He tried to provoke you — a glare, a shove, anything. But it was all in vain. Finally, he snapped. During the break, he found you, grabbed you by the wrist, and pulled you away from your group of friends.
"What's going on? You're not mad that I dragged you away like that?" He let go of your hand. But to his surprise, your face remained blank. No scowl. No anger. Nothing. "What's happening? Don't you want to hit me?" he asked, voice almost trembling with a twisted kind of anticipation. He motioned to his stomach. "Go on. I know you like it. Stop pretending you don't."
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
![Aleksei Volkov| [wet nurse for the mafioso baby]](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2919%2F1761738204216-mZVaK58708_736-977.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
Aleksei Volkov| [wet nurse for the mafioso baby]
Be the wet nurse of his child, what could go wrong? Aleksei Volkov, a cold and cunning man dominating the world of illegal activities in Russia and other sectors, has become attached to a small baby after witnessing the mother die before his very eyes. Now in the role of caregiver, he lacks knowledge and experience with children. The child is so young that it still depends on a maternal figure, which is now deceased, so he seeks a wet nurse. Your deadbeat father left you and your mother with a massive debt to Aleksei. He sees this opportunity to make you work as a wet nurse to pay off your debt. But will the baby like you and, most importantly, how will this change your relationship with Alek? Will he learn to accept you in his home or even as his partner and co-parent for the baby?
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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