The final chapter of my three-part descent with Ashill Bay is the most intense yet. Hooded and relentless, he slams his fist in past the bicep over and over, digging deeper, stretching wider, and fully taking control of my body. I’m grunting, moaning, dripping sweat—completely opened under neon lights in custom Invincible Rubber. But when it’s done, he doesn’t just leave me there. He holds me. Strokes me. Anchors me back. This is the scene where brutality meets care, and I wouldn’t want it with anyone else.

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