The Mark of Thirteen, if I only had one too. I wouldn't be a prepaid cuck

Submitted by Nathan Crowe

checked into, The Controllers Compound

The air in the private viewing room is thick with the scent of sweat and expensive leather. I sit in a chair positioned exactly three feet from the couch, my chastity device a cold, unyielding reminder of why I am here. I paid $250,000 for this. Not for my own pleasure—never that—but for the privilege of watching, up close, as harry the handler takes what I can never have. My cock strains uselessly against the steel, a dull ache that mirrors the deeper ache of my surrender. Mistress Lynne owns every part of me, and this is Her will: to watch, to pay, to burn.

harry the handler lies back on the couch, his massive frame relaxed, one arm draped over the backrest. His 13-inch cock is buried inside ava, the mansion cleaner, who is riding him with a ferocity that makes my breath catch. He doesn't look at me—he doesn't need to. He knows exactly what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling, what I've paid for. His eyes are half-lidded, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he watches ava's body work. *This is what you wanted, isn't it, slave nathan?* he thinks, though he says nothing yet. *To see a real man handle a woman who knows her worth. To see what your money buys when it's not locked away in a cage.*

ava's hips slam down harder, her pussy gripping harry's thick shaft with every wet slap. The sound is obscene, a wet, rhythmic percussion that fills the room and echoes in my skull. Her ass ripples from the force, each impact sending a jolt through her body that travels up her spine and makes her moan. She is slick—so slick—her juices coating harry's balls as she grinds her clit against his base, chasing her own pleasure with a single-minded intensity that leaves no room for anything else. She knows I'm watching. She knows I paid for this. And she loves it.

"Fuck, he's so deep," ava pants, her voice shaking with exertion and arousal. She leans forward, palms flat on harry's chest, and starts bouncing faster, her tits swinging in my direction with every downward thrust. Her nipples are hard, her skin flushed, and she looks at me then—just a flick of her eyes, a knowing smile that cuts through me like a blade. *You're nothing but a wallet, slave nathan,* her gaze says. *A locked-up little man who pays to watch a real woman take a real cock. And I'm going to make sure you get every penny's worth.*

harry grabs her hips, his large hands spanning her waist, and thrusts up to meet her, driving his cock deeper, harder, making her cry out—a sharp, guttural sound that is equal parts pain and ecstasy. "Watch how much I love this cock," ava moans, her walls fluttering around him, her inner muscles clenching in a rhythm that I can almost feel through the air. Her thighs tremble as another orgasm builds, a visible tension coiling in her legs, her stomach, her jaw. She forces herself down to the root, taking every inch of him, and her pussy clenches and pulses visibly—I can see it, the way her lips grip and release, the way her body convulses around his shaft—while she cums again, soaking his lap and the cushions beneath them.

I watch. I burn. My cock throbs against the unyielding metal, a useless, pathetic thing. I think of Mistress Lynne, of Her absolute control, of the $250,000 that just left my account and now exists as this moment—this wet, writhing, humiliating moment that I will replay in my mind for the rest of my life. harry finally speaks, his voice low and rough, not even looking at me. "You're getting your money's worth, aren't you, slave nathan? Every drop of her cum, every inch of my cock—all for you to watch. And you can't touch. You can't even get hard properly. That's the real show, isn't it?"

ava laughs, a breathless, cruel sound, and grinds down on him one more time, her pussy still fluttering, her body still shaking. "He's not even worth a response," she says, her eyes on harry now, dismissing me entirely. "He's just a pair of eyes and a bank account. And right now, those eyes are getting the best view in the mansion." She lifts herself slowly, letting harry's cock slide out with a wet, obscene pop, and then she turns to me, her slick thighs glistening, her pussy still pulsing, and she smiles. "Thank you for the tribute, slave nathan. Mistress Lynne will be very pleased."