Steamed_Potato

Lenford Ruthard is a seemingly normal and plain man. However, he holds a secret he never dared bare to the world.

He was a homosexual. In this day and age, such preference are tolerated but still seen as vile and disgusting. He never dared to come out to his parents let alone tell his secrets to anybody.

His current infatuation with Rayson, the most proficient and talented worker in his office has now suddenly been uncovered. 

With his sexuality and secret uncovered due to Doyle Richardson, Rayson's best friend and another proficient worker. He is now put in the spotlight with how earnestly he has to work to satisfy Doyle's cravings to keep his secret.


WARNING!!! 

DUBIOUS CONSENT / NON-CON, ABUSE AND RAPE!


But if that's okay, you may proceed.




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The Sensual Journey Of Lenford Ruthard

"D-Dameon...? Haa.... Nngh..." I gasped, gradually feeling unsettled by the thought of who was at the door.


Thinking it was Dameon, I tried to appeal to him and gain his empathy. "D-Dameon... I'll listen to you... So please... Undo this... I-it's scary..." I pleaded, waiting for his response with bated breath until I heard the loud squeak of a trolley.


Huh!? I-is it not Dameon!? Sounds like the trolleys used to transport food during room service!


I began to panic, curling my legs to hide my erect member as I lowered my hands to hide my chest. I was a little grateful that Dameon had the decency to not tie me to the bedframe as my mind began to reel at the thought of who was in the room with me.


Obviously those in charge of room service have a master key... But don't they usually leave the food outside and ring the doorbell? D-did Dameon tell them to serve it directly into the room? 


Dameon : At His Mercy