Collateral - Sex Stories

Collateral

Stefan Alfonso

and

Erza Hayes

tags: erotica, smut, mafia, slight cnc, coercion, debt to pay, violence, slice of life, domination, bdsm, sadism

Ezra was exhausted. He had just been through a hell of a 10 hour shift at his bakery job. As the store's assistant manager he was in charge of most of the planning, designing and making of each product, each display and maintaining the satisfaction of the customers. At 20 years old, he already had years of experience under his belt due to working since age 14. The store's manager Kathy loved him and saw his potential, as well as the bruises scattering his skinny pale body and just knew she needed to lend a hand. 6 years ago, she found him shivering out in the rain, barefoot and cold. The underdeveloped boy's body shook harshly as shivers racked his freezing form, his body desperately working to maintain equilibrium. Kathy had been closing up the shop before she spotted him right outside her red and glass door. She surely couldn't have homeless children by her storefront, it would surely run the customers away. On that rainy Sunday afternoon, the older woman took a chance and decided to be a good samaritan, inviting the young boy in for warm coffee and a donut. That day history was made and jump started Ezra's long career at Kathy's dine and bakery.

"Excuse me!" one of his coworkers, Darren shouted before sliding between a chair and customers, holding a large tray in his hand as he picked up trash and dirty dishes from ...

... the patron tables. It was a busy Wednesday afternoon during one of the hottest summers in existence, the workers at Kathy's were booked and busy trying to satisfy each customer. The influx of people from the city streets coming in were causing the bakery to be overfilled and swamped with hungry humans. Ezra could barely keep up, as he and everyone else was running around like a chicken with its head cut off. His shift would be over soon, he just had to power through his last 30 minutes of the day, packaging sweets, cleaning the workstation and keeping an eye on all transactions. He was so young, yet determined as years of training in the bakery prepared him for great teamwork and customer service skills. In other areas, Ezra was lacking and not because he wasn't smart but because he could be shy, quiet and reserved. He didn't have many friends his age growing up, his only friends were his co-workers and they were almost 10 years plus his senior. He didn't complain though, he learned so much from them and they always supported him. He couldn't count how many times one of them had brought him leftover dinner the next day to make sure he was fed. Ezra knew they pitied him, he could tell by their stares and sympathetic gestures. It wasn't really a secret that Ezra was struggling, in more ways than one. The only reason Ezra still worked at the bakery, although he loved it dearly, was because he wasn't able to afford college upon graduation. His goal was to save up and put as much as ...