Disciplined: Bilionaire's Toy #9

By Robyn Hunter

After certain events, Michael is more confused and lost than ever.

Trying to work through his confused thoughts and feelings he heads to a club. All of his thoughts circle around Mr. Thornton and the fact that he wants to belong to him. Yet, he wants more than just being a toy for the powerful billionaire.

Angry and annoyed, he ignored Mr. Thornton’s summons and later has to face the consequences of his action in the form of Mr. Thornton’s harsh form of discipline.

This is the 9th installment of the Billionaire’s Toy-series.

Only intended for a mature audience. The story contains depictions of an intimate nature including strong BDSM elements between consenting adults.

Previous parts are:
#1 Punished
#2 Bought
#3 Chained
#4 Plugged
#5 Bound
#6 Caned
#7 Shared
#8 Taken
#9 Disciplined
#10 Owned

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sinful Boys
• Release date: Feb 24, 2024
• ISBN: 9798215969120

Robyn Hunter

Robyn writes exclusively m/m with strong BDSM themes or gangbangs. Kinks include age-gap as in younger men submitting to older men, bondage, chasitity, nipple-play, toys, whipping, and consensual sex slavery.Some stories will also include non-consensual sex-slavery and dub-con elements.When Robyn isn't busy writing, she lkes to knit and watch true crime documentaries.

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Billionaire’s Toy #9

Disciplined

by

Robyn Hunter

© April 2017

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Disciplined - Part 9 of Billionaire’s Toy

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I glanced around the crowded club and sighed deeply. I wasn’t even sure why I was here. I’d never enjoyed clubbing. I didn’t like the loud music or the press of bodies. Nor was I in the mood for alcohol or flirting. The only thing I’d liked was the dancing. But today I wasn’t in the mood for dancing. Or anything else.

Yet, I’d wanted to escape the penthouse and my own thoughts, and somehow a gay club had felt like the right place to go.

By now, I was regretting that choice. I’d barely walked in and already men were hitting on me, asking me to dance, offering to buy me a drink, or just chatting me up. All with the clear aim of sex. I could see in their eyes that they were already thinking about bending me over and fucking me. Somehow, all that attention made me feel nervous and extremely uncomfortable.

I’d ordered something to drink, changing my mind in the last moment and ordering something non-alcoholic. I might be kind of absent without permission but that didn’t mean that I wanted my higher functions impaired by alcohol. Besides, I’d never been much of a drinker and I hated the taste of beer. Always the good boy. No drinking, no clubbing, no casual sex. Instead, I’d focused on school and work while trying to build some kind of perfect dream. Successful career first, dating and the perfect boyfriend next. Until the day it had all come crushing down around my ears and I’d found myself installed in a luxurious room inside a penthouse as the live-in sex-toy of a billionaire sadist.

And that was the crux of my current problem. Mr. Thornton and my relationship with him. Except it wasn’t really a relationship and more a business arrangement. What else do you call sex for money than business? It surely didn’t involve any feelings aside from physical attraction, less alone something like love. At least not from Mr. Thornton. His position had been clear from the beginning. He wanted a submissive, masochistic