The helipad wind whipped across the rooftop like a jealous lover, slicing through Alex's hoodie and raising gooseflesh on every exposed inch. Midnight in Manhattan—a city with a glittering circuit board below, stars drowned out by neon ambition. He'd layered the harness beneath his clothes as ordered: black leather straps crisscrossing his torso, buckles cold against his nipples, a central ring nestled just above his cock like a promise ring from hell. The plug from earlier had been upgraded—vibrating, app-controlled, currently dormant but heavy with threat. Damian's text had been terse: *Helipad. Please don't make me wait.*
**[Straight-Façade System | Target: Damian Voss | Level 4 Progress: 30/300 SP]**
**[Active Perks: Silent Orgasm Skill (Lv1), Remote Tease (Lv1), Desk Drawer Toy Kit (Lv1), Collar Link (Lv1), Overnight Recovery (Lv1)]**
Tie hovered near the railing, wind tousling its cartoon ends. "Rooftop risk play incoming, asset. Altitude bonus: +20 SP if you don't scream. Pro tip: wind chill shrinks balls—Damian hates shrinkage."
Damian emerged from the stairwell access, coat flapping like bat wings, harness visible under his open shirt—matching set, alpha version. Thicker straps, silver O-rings glinting. He held two leashes: one clipped to his belt, the other dangling like bait. "Strip to the harness."
Alex's fingers fumbled in the cold. Hoodie and sweats hit the concrete, pooling at his feet. The harness framed his body obscenely—straps digging into pecs, cinching his waist, framing his half-hard cock and the jewelled base of the plug. Wind bit his skin; arousal warred with chill.
Damian clipped the leash to Alex's collar ring. "Hands behind your back." Cuffs snapped on—furry inside, steel outside. He tugged, forcing Alex to his knees on the rough helipad surface. Gravel bit, but the pain grounded him.
Damian unzipped, cock springing free unaffected by the cold, thick and veined, tip already slick. "Mouth. Warm me up."
Alex leaned forward, leash taut, taking him in. The wind howled around them, carrying the distant honk of taxis far below. He sucked with desperate focus tongue swirling the head, cheeks hollowing. Damian's hand tangled in his hair, guiding deeper until Alex's nose buried in trimmed pubes. Throat relaxed from practice, he swallowed around the length, humming vibrations up the shaft.
"Fuck, yes. My little windbreaker." Damian's hips rolled lazily, fucking Alex's face in short, controlled thrusts. The harness straps shifted with each bob, rubbing his nipples raw. Pre-cum coated his tongue salty, addictive.
After minutes of worship, Damian pulled out, strings of saliva bridging them. He hauled Alex up by the leash, spinning him to face the city. "Bend over the railing."
Alex's heart seized. The drop was vertigo-inducing thirty-eight floors to certain death. But Damian pressed against his back, heat seeping through. "Trust fall with benefits." He kicked Alex's feet wider, then activated the plug—a low rumble starting deep inside.
Alex gasped, gripping the cold metal rail. The vibration synced with Collar Link; Damian felt every pulse. "Count the lights you see. Out loud."
"One… two…" Alex's voice cracked as Damian slicked fingers—lube from his coat pocket—and probed alongside the plug. Stretching him further, scissoring until Alex was pushing back shamelessly.
"Three… four—ah!" Damian replaced fingers with his cock, sliding home in one slick glide. The plug pressed forward, trapped between them, double penetration from hell and heaven. Damian's harness clinked against Alex's with each thrust—metal on metal, a filthy symphony.
He fucked like the city owed him rent—hard, deep, claiming. One hand yanked the leash, arching Alex's back; the other snaked around to tease the harness ring, thumb flicking his slit. "You're going to come with the whole island watching. Silent. Or I stop."
The plug ramped higher—prostate abused from both sides. Wind tore at them, but Damian's body shielded, a wall of muscle and possession. Alex's balls drew tight, orgasm coiling like a spring.
"Five… six…" He lost count, world narrowing to the burn, the fill, the drop below. Damian bit his shoulder—hard enough to bruise, mark overlapping the collar.
"Come."
Silent Orgasm Skill engaged—Alex's mouth opened in a soundless scream, body seizing as he shot over the railing, cum arcing into the void. The clench dragged Damian over; he buried deep, flooding Alex with heat that chased the chill away.
They stayed locked, panting, the city indifferent below. Damian pulled out slowly, reinserting the plug—now slick with both their releases. "Retention level: maximum."
He uncuffed Alex, massaging his wrists, then clipped the second leash to his own harness. "Linked. You lead, I follow—for now."
Tie materialised, projecting a holographic skyline overlay. **[SP +150 → Level 4 Achieved! New Perk: Altitude Arousal – Risk height multiplies intensity x2. Façade Integrity: 82%. Rival Alert: Kyle hacking building cams. Feed live in 5…4…]**
Damian's phone buzzed—security alert. Grainy footage: Kyle in the control room, smirking at monitors showing the helipad. Another text: *Hot show. Send the intern down for round two? Or I send it to Victoria.*
Damian's jaw clenched. He yanked Alex close by the linked leashes. "Change of plans. We're going hunting."
They dressed hastily—harnesses hidden under coats. Elevator down. Alex's legs trembled, plug humming on low tease. Floor 12: security hub. Damian swiped his keycard; the door hissed open.
Kyle spun in the chair, eyes wide—then hungry. "Boss. Didn't expect company."
Damian locked the door. "You want a show? You get the director's cut."
He shoved Kyle against the console, binding his wrists with irony a spare Ethernet cable. "Reed. Desk."
Alex hopped up, spreading. Damian ripped Kyle's belt free, using it as a gag. "Watch and learn, rival."
Damian bent Alex over the monitors—Kyle's face inches away, muffled protests vibrating the belt. He yanked the plug free, replacing it with his cock in one thrust. Screens flickered with their reflection: Alex harnessed, collared, getting railed while Kyle watched, pants tenting traitorously.
"Eyes on him," Damian ordered Alex. "See what jealousy does?"
Alex met Kyle's gaze—humiliation and heat mirroring back. Damian fucked harder, desk rattling, alerts pinging ignored. He reached around, stroking Alex in time. "Come on his face. Mark your territory."
The command, the audience Alex shattered again, silent ropes splattering Kyle's cheek. Damian followed, pulling out to paint Alex's back, then shoving the plug home.
He ungagged Kyle. "Delete the feed. Or join the contract—as pet."
Kyle licked his lips, tasting Alex. "Delete… for now."
Damian nodded. Kyle's fingers flew; files erased. But Tie whispered: **[Evidence Stored in System Vault. Blackmail Perk Unlocked at Lv5.]**
They left Kyle tied, leaking in his pants. Elevator up—Damian's arm around Alex's waist. "Good asset. SP bonus for improvisation."
Back in the penthouse, Damian stripped them both, linking harnesses face-to-face on the bed. Slow, intimate fucks followed—missionary, eye contact, whispers of possession. Dawn crept in before they slept, tangled and spent.
Morning light woke Alex to Damian's phone: Victoria. *Gala fitting today. Bring the intern—he'll carry my train.*
Tie pinged overhead: **[Overtime Alert: 2 PM – Location: Bridal Boutique. Dress Code: Harness + Suit. Penalty for Tardiness: Victoria Discovers the Plug. Arousal Meter locked at 99%. New Quest Tease: Public Fitting Room Risk.]**
Damian kissed Alex's collar. "Time to dress you pretty. She wants a show? We'll give her one she can't prove."
Alex's reflection in the window showed a man transformed, bruised, harnessed, and owned. The city stirred below, unaware of the war brewing in its penthouses. Kyle's deletion bought time. Victoria's fitting loomed like a guillotine.
The harness hummed faintly Damian's remote tease warming up. Game on.