My father owned a rich and powerful man a huge amount of money and since he couldn't pay it back, I was given to him as a price to pay for his debt.

I became his possession, his servant, his sex slave, his puppet, and the most obedient of dogs.

His name was Harry Corner.

He is a man everyone fears. His name itself will make a hundred people bow. He was a ruthless billionaire prince with the worst childhood. He is a sacred idol.

Harry was my pain. My sufferings.
He abused and defiled me in the most horrible and cruel ways.

He brought me pain,
He owned my soul
He owned my body
He owned every piece of my body; to do with it whatever he likes.

Bethel And The Beast.

　　Harry was on fire. He is burning up. If not worse, he burns so bad. His phallus thickened the more and glistened with more precum,needing a pussy to grab unto.


　　His lower belly tightened to the point of pain, volcanic pressure seriously building inside him. Pressure that must find release in one way or the other.


　　He doesn't now how long he's been lying there in the cold floor,tears burned repeatedly on his eyes but he tried to blink them back determined not to shed them.


　　As always, when it gets bad like this, self satisfaction will no longer cut it. He has tried masturbating several times each time his addiction triggers but it only manages to push him to the edge without falling over.


　　It's the highest punishment of all to him.


CHAPTER 41