The Billionaire's leash: Kneel for me, Prince

The heavy door had barely clicked shut behind Santiago when the man in the underground room let out a low, guttural groan of satisfaction.

He gripped the hips of the lithe male stripper bent over the velvet sofa, thrusting deep and hard with unrestrained hunger.

The stripper moaned breathlessly, body arching under the relentless pace, sweat glistening on smooth skin under the dim red lights.

The man’s movements grew erratic, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. His fingers dug into the stripper’s waist as he continues to thrust inside not minding the cry of pain that was coming out of the male stripper.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, releasing thick pulses of semen deep inside the younger man’s body.

The stripper shuddered, a soft whimper escaping his lips as he felt the warm flood.

The man stayed buried for a few moments longer, savoring the taste of the after sex, before slowly pulling out.

Thick strands of cum dripped from the stripper’s entrance as he withdrew. Without ceremony, the man pick up a tissue on the table cleaning his member and zipped up his trousers. He adjusted his open silk shirt, and dropped back onto the sofa with a satisfied sigh.

A sharp knock echoed on the reinforced door.

"Come in," the man called lazily, taking another swig from the bottle.

The door opened, and one of his guards stepped inside, followed by a slender, elegantly dressed man with golden eye. His shirt compliment his eyes making him a stand out figure.

The slender man’s gaze flicked briefly to the disheveled stripper still catching his breath on the chair before returning his eyes to the man seated on the chair.

"Why are you doing business with a stranger?" the slender man asked without preamble. "We know almost nothing about him."

The man on the chair chuckled, gesturing lazily with the whiskey bottle. "My advisor... always so cautious." He took another sip, eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Have I ever failed to get my worth out of something? Or someone?"

The slender man did not say a dime, he just pulled out his phone, tapped the screen a few times, and turned it toward the man.

The photo displayed was of the young foreigner, Santiago, captured discreetly. "I had my people search for his informations. Nothing came up. No records, no history, no traces. It’s like he doesn’t exist in any database we can access. That kind of ghost doesn’t just appear."

The man studied the photo for a long moment, then laughed softly. "Exactly. That’s why I plan on using him. He’ll be our perfect scapegoat when dealing with Silas. As you know, Silas’s hands are buried deep in the underworld. If things go wrong, the blame falls on our mysterious new friend. We don’t need to worry about anything"

"Your choice and decision to make". The advisor slipped the phone back into his pocket, expression unchanging. "I’m taking my male strippers back to the club. They’ve served their purpose here."

He turned toward the door, motioning for the strippers to follow. The man stood up abruptly and crossed the room in two strides, pulling the slender advisor into a firm hug.

The gesture was possessive and intimate. The guard who had escorted the advisor quickly ushered the remaining strippers out of the room, closing the door behind them.

Once they were alone, the man’s hands roamed lower, pressing his already hardening cock against the advisor’s thigh through their clothes. His cock pricking the slender man thigh as he rubs against them.

He captured the slender man’s mouth in a consuming, hungry kiss—deep and demanding, their tongues tangling with raw intensity.

The advisor’s breath hitched, his body momentarily yielding before he shoved the man away with surprising force, breaking the kiss with a gasp.

"I’ll leave one of the male strippers to take care of your erection," the advisor said coolly, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

The man laughed, low and throaty, his eyes dark with lust. "Why don’t you ever accept my advances? You know I can take care of you properly. Better than any of those men you work for."

The advisor walked to the door and opened it, pausing on the threshold. He turned back, his voice edged with warning. "Fulfill your end of the deal first. Then you can make any advances you want." Without waiting for a reply, he stepped out, two male strippers trailing behind him like obedient puppies.

One stripper remained in the room. The male stripper dropped gracefully to his knees in front of the seated man, hands already reaching for the zipper. Bringing out his hardened cock.

The man leaned back, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as the stripper began to deep throat his cock. Making him moan with pleasure."Good boy..."

Meanwhile, inside the middle SUV of the convoy, Santiago sat in the back seat, staring out the tinted window as the vehicle moved through the darkening streets.

His phone suddenly vibrated with an incoming notification. He glanced down, unlocked the screen, and read the short message. A bright, genuine smile spread across his face—transforming his handsome features into something almost breathtaking. The smile was warm, and strikingly beautiful, the kind that could make any straight man gay and any person to stop and admire him.

The message was simple:

’I have found him.’

Santiago’s fingers moved quickly over the keyboard as he typed a reply: "Meet me at our designated point. With your information about him."

He looked up toward the driver. "Tell the other drivers not to follow us. They should wait for me at our usual spot. I’ll go alone from here."

The driver nodded without question. He reached into the center console and pulled out a small walkie-talkie. Pressing the button, he relayed the instructions in a calm, professional tone: "Alpha team, hold position at the rendezvous point. Leader is proceeding solo. Do not follow."

Confirmations crackled back through the device. The other two SUVs gradually slowed and peeled off at the next intersection, disappearing into side streets as instructed.

Santiago’s car continued alone, turning onto a different route that led them away from the main roads. The bright smile stayed on his face a moment longer before settling into his normal expression. Whoever "he" was, the news had clearly shifted something important in Santiago’s world.

Santiago leaned back against the leather seat, fingers tapping lightly on the contract folder. The game was moving faster now—pieces shifting on multiple boards at once. And Santiago intendeds on move far ahead to gave more advantages.

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This author is sorry for not releasing new Chapters, I just got back from the hospital. Don’t worry I’m getting better. Please bear with me but I promise a good upload after I get better. Thank you for your love.