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  1. Soren Kraft
    The Factory closed early on Sunday evenings in November, the industrial zone outside folding into darkness by five o'clock. Elina had locked up at half past four, leaving a note on the counter about the Tuesday chalk restock and a second note underneath it that simply read: I know what you three get up to. The walls are not as thick as Ivo thinks. Raise. — E. Nico had found both notes, laughed until he had to sit down, and photographed them to show Henry later. Henry arrived at the pri
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    The address Ivo had sent was four digits and a street name Henry already knew, the building above The Factory, the private entrance around the side. But the instruction underneath the address was new: Dress well. Not for climbing. Dinner at eight. Come hungry. Henry stood in front of his bedroom mirror at half past seven in a dark navy shirt he had not worn since a work Christmas party two years ago. It still fit across the shoulders, which was the main thing. The fabric pulled slightly at
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    Tuesday came in low and gray, the kind of evening where the industrial zone looked exactly like itself, no flattery from golden light or long shadows, just concrete and function. Henry clocked out at the plant forty minutes late, changed out of his work clothes in the locker room there, and walked the familiar route to The Factory with his shoulders already unwinding. Nico had the wall to himself when Henry arrived, halfway through a new black problem that he was clearly setting rather than
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    Ivo held them there for what felt like an eternity, fingers working inside Henry with practiced patience, voice dropping to a low, deliberate murmur every time either of them edged too close. "Not yet." The two words carried the same calm authority he used to close the books at the end of a long day, absolute and unhurried, and Henry obeyed without question, pulling back from the brink by sheer stubborn will. His jaw ached in the best way, lips slick around Ivo's girth, tongue working slow
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    Henry pushed through the roller door on Friday evening, the industrial zone outside already fading into the soft purple of dusk. The Factory hummed with its usual low energy, a few scattered climbers finishing their sessions on the lower walls. He had barely stepped inside when Nico and Ivo appeared from the back office, both of them moving toward him at once. Their arms wrapped around him in a shared hug that pressed him solidly between their bodies. Nico’s lean frame fit against his front, war
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    Henry stared at the ceiling of his apartment on Monday morning, the dull ache in every major muscle group refusing to fade. His shoulders burned, his forearms felt like they had been wrung out, and the deeper fatigue in his legs reminded him exactly how hard he had pushed during the weekend session. The physical soreness was one thing. The mental fog was another. He had replayed the night upstairs with Nico and Ivo until the memories blurred into a single heated loop. The touches, the shared rel
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    Henry arrived at The Factory on Sunday evening with a duffel bag slung over one shoulder and a quiet buzz humming under his skin. The industrial zone lay still under a pale sky, the weekend hush making the converted hall feel even more like a private world. He had spent the previous night replaying every second of the locker room encounter, the way Nico’s hand had felt wrapped around him, the heat in Ivo’s gaze as he stroked himself from the doorway. Sleep had come in fits, his body restless wit
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    Henry stepped into The Factory on Saturday afternoon, the industrial zone bathed in the kind of crisp spring sunlight that made even the concrete yards look almost welcoming. It had been less than twenty four hours since the charged shower with Nico, and the memory of it had followed him home like a second skin. He had barely slept, replaying the way Nico’s thick cock had throbbed under the water, the brush of fingertips along his belly, the low promise in the younger man’s voice. His own length
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    The Right Fit

    Soren Kraft commented on Soren Kraft's story chapter in The Right Fit

    Thank you ❤️ 🥹
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    Henry arrived at The Factory just after nine on Friday night, the industrial zone around him quiet except for the distant rumble of a late freight train. The roller door was still open but the lights inside had been dimmed to a softer glow, casting long shadows across the mats. Most of the regulars had already cleared out. Only a couple of older climbers lingered on the far side, packing up their gear with slow, satisfied movements. Elina had left an hour earlier, leaving a note on the counter a
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    Henry pushed open the heavy roller door of The Factory on Wednesday evening, the industrial zone outside already wrapped in the dim orange glow of streetlights. His work boots left faint chalky prints on the entrance mat from the last session still clinging to the soles. Three days had passed since Saturday, and the ache in his shoulders and forearms had settled into a pleasant reminder that his body was waking up again. The plant shift had been brutal, full of heavy lifting and tight deadlines,
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    Henry woke to the soft patter of rain against his apartment window on Saturday morning. The digital clock on his nightstand read 8:47. He lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, the events of the previous evening replaying in his mind like a loop he could not quite pause. The Factory. Ivo’s calm blue eyes. The promise of an eleven o’clock lesson. He had not slept this restlessly in weeks, a mix of nerves and something sharper, something that felt dangerously close to anticipation.
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    What happens when a thick, sarcastic factory worker walks into a boulder gym and straight into the hands of two men who want him exactly as he is. Very explicit. No fade to black.
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    Henry wiped the grease from his hands onto the front of his dark work trousers as he stepped out of the side door of the plant construction hall. The late afternoon sun slanted across the industrial zone on the edge of Cologne, turning the rows of corrugated metal buildings into long shadows. At thirty-nine he had grown used to this view: concrete yards, forklift ruts, and the low hum of machinery that never quite stopped. His shift had run long again, the kind of day that left his shoulders hea
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    Marc again woke slowly to the rich, inviting aroma of fresh coffee and warm buttery croissants drifting in from the kitchen. Sunlight poured across the bed in golden stripes, warming the sheets tangled around his waist. He stretched lazily, muscles pleasantly loose from the night before, and reached for his phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up. 9:07 AM. His eyes widened. “Shit. Frank, it is after nine. We are late. The pitch follow up... We need to get moving.” Frank’s deep chuck
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    To the Team

    Soren Kraft posted new chapter in Pace Control

    Wednesday morning’s dry run in the main conference room went smoother than any of them had dared to hope. The slides clicked forward without a single glitch, the numbers aligned perfectly, and every potential question from the client side had already been anticipated and answered in the backup deck. Frank stood at the front, leading the rehearsal with calm authority, but he kept pausing to invite input from the team. Emily jumped in on the logistics section with crisp precision. Chris clarified
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    Betting Debts

    Soren Kraft posted new chapter in Pace Control

    Tuesday hit the division like a freight train of deadlines. The pitch for Thursday’s big meeting with the premium car manufacturer loomed large, slides needed final tweaks, financial models required one last stress test, and stakeholder questions had to be anticipated down to the smallest detail. Yet something in the air had shifted. The new team spirit that had bloomed over the past weeks turned the usual pressure cooker into a focused, almost joyful machine. Chris and Frank huddled over the fa
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    Sunday afternoon found Frank at his parents’ house on the outskirts of Munich, sleeves rolled up as he helped his father trim the overgrown hedges in the backyard garden. The older couple had invited him for lunch, and Frank had shown up with fresh flowers for his mother and a willingness to tackle the chores they could no longer manage easily. It felt good, this simple family time, something he had neglected for years while burying himself in work and runs. His phone buzzed in his pocket while
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    Marc woke slowly, the scent of warm, buttery croissants and freshly brewed coffee drifting through the open bedroom door like an invitation. He stretched under the soft sheets, muscles pleasantly sore from the night of deep cuddling and emotional closeness. Sunlight poured across the bed, and when he turned his head, the view hit him like a spark straight to the chest. Frank stood in the doorway holding a wooden tray laden with fresh pastries, two steaming mugs, and a small bowl of fruit. H
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    Lunch Surprise

    Soren Kraft commented on Soren Kraft's story chapter in Lunch Surprise

    "...but can a leopard change its spots overnight?" love that 🫶🏼
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    The office hummed with the usual Friday morning energy, but the air around the coffee machine felt heavier than usual. Marc stood between Josh and Emily, nursing a fresh cup as the three of them kept their voices low. Josh had been cracking a light joke about the latest client email chain, trying to coax a smile out of Marc after the rough week. Emily listened with her usual sharp focus, nodding along while stirring sugar into her own mug. Marc had kept his distance from Frank all morning,
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    Wednesday evening arrived after another grueling day of pitch preparations, but the moment Marc laced up his running shoes in the park, the stress of the office melted into something sharper and far more pleasurable. The run started hard and fast. Frank set a punishing pace from the first stride, his muscular legs driving forward with that disciplined power Marc had come to crave. Their shoulders brushed repeatedly on the narrower stretches of the path, sending electric jolts through Marc's body
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    The Aftercare

    Soren Kraft posted new chapter in Pace Control

    Marc stayed wrapped in Frank’s arms for several long minutes, the steady thump of the older man’s heartbeat a soothing rhythm against his ear. The afternoon light filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting soft patterns across their still-damp skin. Frank’s fingers continued their slow, absentminded strokes along Marc’s spine, tracing the line of his lean back down to the curve of his ass. It felt surprisingly natural, this quiet closeness after the intensity of what they had just shared.
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    interesting @drsawzall thanks for sharing!
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    Sunday morning arrived with a crisp, golden light filtering through the trees of the Englischer Garten. Marc had barely slept, his body already buzzing from the memory of Friday's shower. The way Frank's large cock had thickened under the spray, the heated stare they had shared with no words spoken, the heavy silence that had followed them out of the locker room. Marc's cock had been painfully hard the entire walk home, and he had jerked off twice that night thinking about it. Now, as he stretch
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