The Formation of Calluses

Scab

I'd only just finished cleaning myself when the bathroom door opened, the blasting rock abruptly pouring in, bouncing off the walls. I could see his body stalking toward me through the frosted glass, blurred beyond all detail. He was naked. I could make out his pale skin, the V of black hair that blazed down his torso, the thickness of it all...

He sniffed deeply, and I watched his upper half expand like an oil stain. “Smells just fine in here, boy. Glad you lit that match. Gotta keep my appetite healthy...”

I said nothing, opening my ass and washing the last of the soapy water from it, hoping I’d be done before he got in. My cock was hard, skin buzzing with dreadful anticipation...but I was already separating my mind into two distinct parts. One part would take whatever it was given, whatever he gave it – and it would enjoy itself, just as he wanted. True enjoyment was something that couldn't be faked, not in this situation...not with him.

He strode up to the glass, his form slowly coming into semi-focus. The door slid open, and the full fleshy glory of his body came into view. His giant dick was a massive spear of an erection, pointed straight at my own crotch from its unkempt bed of dark pubic hair, its wide mushroom head bright and purple and ready.One part of my mind zeroed in on this, reacting only to physical stimulus, or the promise of it, and I let myself lick my lips. The other part of my mind noted his eyes narrowing as I did so, along with the expectant twitch of his stiff manhood. This part of my mind – the hidden half – was quiet and cold. Calculating. Thinking in the long term...looking for an opening, a fatal flaw in the cop's thick, clumsy armor. It knew exactly what was beneath that armor...the thing this lusty, frightening, druglike man wanted from me.

He smirked as I stood glistening under the torrent, not looking him in the eye, my hands clasped in front of me. My own hard dick swelled when he slammed the door shut. We stood a moment longer as the steam and the deluge warmed him up, reddened his flesh to match mine. He was still staring me down…

“I...” I cleared my throat.

“What is it?”

I let myself blush, channeling a bashful breed of embarrassment that seemed to smooth his hard edges with each tentative glance I stole in his direction. “I wanted to uh...apologize.”

He crossed his arms, making them bulge against his knuckles. He nodded, waiting.

I was tapping the tile with my toes, nervously wringing my hands. “You were right about me. In...in the kitchen. What you said. I was freaking out – acting like a pussy. I was scared of how much…you know.” My eyes were darting between at his feet and the water rushing between the cracks in the floor, as if I were fighting off an anxiety attack. It was only partly for show.

“How much you like it,” he finished for me. His voice was steady. Calm.

“Yeah...” I focused on the deep black well of the drain. “But I know I uh...I agreed to this. All of it. Whatever you want. Fair's fair.” I took a deep breath, straightened my spine a bit, and looked him straight in the eye. “It won't happen again,” I told him with finality.

“That's real good to hear, boy.” His strong arms were still crossed, dick still hard beneath him. The steam was rising between us like smoke. He could tell I was still nervous – that I wasn't done talking. He was allowing me to continue. The hidden part of me knew this was a good sign, just as it knew I needed to proceed with caution…

I crossed my own arms across my chest and glanced away from him again, fighting the jitters, shaking slightly despite the thrumming heat of the shower that surrounded us. “I just...can I uh...can I make a request? Sir? Obviously you don't have to...”

“You can ask me anything, boy. You just gotta live with my answer.”

“Okay...” I took another deep breath, steadying myself. “Is it okay if...I know you like it, uh...rough. I guess I do too, mostly, if I'm being honest...”

“You'd better be honest, Mikey.”

I ignored the small, potent spike of adrenaline that shot up my spine whenever he said my name aloud. “I just – this is my first time with a...a guy. A man. I didn't even know I'd like it before now. And I don't know if I'll ever do it again, after...after this weekend.” I was swaying, arms crossed, looking everywhere but at his face. Say it. Make him believe it. “I guess I want to experience everything about it. Not just the rough stuff, but...”

I glanced at his face. He was smiling. Grinning. His eyes were softening as my words sank in. “You're saying...you want some sweet talk? What – you want to me to 'make love' to you or something?" He said the words like they were cheap gum drops, revolting and unnatural, but sweet all the same. "I didn't think you were actually a faggot...”

“No…!” I blushed a deeper shade of red and looked away, wanting to crawl out of my own skin. Steady… “I'm just saying...asking...can we have a little break from the rough stuff? Just for now? I'd just...really appreciate it if we could, uh...have a little fun with it. I just...I could really use a break from the...intense stuff. Just a break.” We were only a few feet apart, but it felt like miles. I met his eyes again, but kept my head slightly bowed. Lower than him. “But only if you think that's...if you think I...deserve it. Sir.” I could feel my lips hovering at the edge of a pout. His grin was only growing wider...

 “Bring yourself on over here.”

I edged toward him, the soles of my feet sliding across the faded white tile like dead fish. He grabbed the back of my neck when I got close enough, and firmly guided me past him – presenting me to the glass. “Press yourself up against this. Face to the glass. Go on.”

No sooner had I pressed my body against the cold glass than his strong hands appeared at my red, puffy ass cheeks. I flinched at the pain, hissed under my breath. He ignored the sound and pulled them towards his hips, spreading them open as the hot steam washed over their cleft. The wide head of his cock pressed into the hairy ring of soft flesh that encompassed my asshole, undeniable. He pushed right into the bud of it with no hesitation, testing me.

I opened to him easily enough,though the only lubrication was the soapy water he’d slathered across his dick, and the soap I’d pushed into myself earlier. I worked my swollen ass muscles, softening myself as he pushed, until more than half of his cock was suddenly, deliciously inside of me. I panted and moaned into my forearm, eyes shut tight.My voice was filling up the shower stall, a rapid switch from the silence and steam only seconds before.

 “That's it, college boy...” he growled happily. One of his hands slid across my hip to grapple my dick, which was still quite hard. He pushed the thick seven-inch shaft down at the floor, released it. It sprang back and forth like a spinning top, a toy he was excited to own. “You weren't kidding about wanting some tender treatment, were you…? You're just a scared little puppy, aren't you...”

He pushed his cock in further. I kept myself loose. I allowed both halves of my mind to relish every inch of meat he pushed past my barely clenching sphincter. He could feel my receptiveness, and he was being careful, tentative. I didn’t want him getting rough again...not when it was feeling this good...

All too soon, the bulging head of his cock was burrowing into the sweet spot just above my balls, at the base of my dick. He let it sit there, building the pressure inside of me, awakening my juices whether I wanted them flowing or not. I only knew this would lead to the least amount of pain, and the most pleasure. It was also the only thing that would bring his guard down, and hide the burning ember of resistance I was keeping alive and hidden inside my mind. So let myself be taken, wallowing in the only good choice I had.

“Uhnn,” I grunted under my breath,keeping it authentic as my ass stretched harshly around his cock...and then I knew what to say next, knew how to make him really happy with me. “That’s it, sir, hooghh…that’s the spot, sir...thank you, sir...”

 “Hmmmmn...” he grunted lustily in response. His hands snaked around my flanks and closed around my flat, heaving stomach, pulling me away from the steamy glass and into his hot, throbbing embrace. I wrapped my hands over his fingers, our elbows touching, and tilted my head back to meet him with my eyes closed and whimper on my lips.

He kissed me deeply, bullying his tongue into my mouth. One of his hands slid down to my cock, squeezed it hard. “You’re doing real good now, baby boy. Much better than this morning...is this what you were asking for…?” He slid his dick out of my ass an inch or two. I puckered just enough to milk him slightly, then went slack as he pushed in again,giving him complete access, control. For the next few minutes we repeated this process slowly, sensually, as he breathed hot steam into my mouth, his hands cradling my stomach as I shuddered in his grasp.

“This is all I really wanted from the start, boy. This right here. I trained you good, didn’t I?”

 “Yes Chief,” my voice panted, reedy and wet. The words weren’t calculated this time. I was in heaven. He was filling me up, and I was becoming lost in the overpowering sensation all over again. “I fucking love this, Chief Roland...”

He pulled out of me quite suddenly. I nearly fell – caught myself on the glass. I turned my head back towards him, unsure of what I'd just done.

He stood under the steaming stream of water, grinning broadly. His massive cock was swinging freely, hard as a rock, but he was squeezing his giant set of balls – keeping them from erupting, I realized. “I didn't think you'd even noticed my name tag, boy. You almost made me come, you dirty little bitch!”

I shrugged coyly and rested my forehead against the glass, smiling just enough. He was right, of course; I hadn't noticed his name tag. I was afraid he'd realize I'd looked through his wallet the night before, but the rising pressure of my lust was pushing the thought right out of my brain. He'd broken the seal. His cock had been in my ass again. It was aching, swollen, yearning for more of him. It was all I could do not to shove a couple of my own fingers into it as he watched.

He must have seen it on my face. “Don’t worry, boy. I'm gonna give you what you want. We're gonna have a little fun with this. Now...get on over to that bench.”

I did as I was told. I sat on the tiled bench just under the hot torrent of water, reveling in his good mood, trying not to choke on my apprehension, my anticipation – trying keep my wits about me, eyes open for any potential edge against him...

He reached out of the shower stall. His hand returned holding a thick, folded towel. He laid it in the bench next to me and took me by the shoulders. “Lay down – like this.” He guided me down until I was laying lengthwise on the bench perpendicular to him, my shoulders, neck, and head resting against the soggy cushion of the towel. I pulled one knee up slightly, hoping it made my lean hips look inviting.

He towered over me, one hand on his hard cock – unmoving – while the other roamed hungrily over the languid strength of my stomach, my chest, my thighs. “I’ll show you, boy.”

 “Show me what?”

“I’ll show you I ain’t no rapist. I’m here to teach you all about everything you didn't know you liked. Tell me something – did your ass ever feel as good as it felt just now, with me inside it?”

I couldn’t lie. “No. Of course not – sir.”

“Sure didn’t. I don't want to punish you, boy. Well...” He tweaked my nipple. It made me flinch and bite my lip – it had already been through so much these last twenty-for hours – but I managed to hold his gaze. “I mean, I kinda like punishing you. Teaching isn't all fun and games. But you like a little pain...you have to like it, if you like taking dick. Tell me I'm wrong.”

I couldn't do that, either. I only blushed yet again, eyes fluttering away from his...

He smirked at the sight. “I'm gonna give you what you asked for, though. Just this once. Since you asked me so nicely. We can...play.” His finger was tracing the slope of my stomach, the rim of my navel, pressing into my flesh as it rose and fell. “How about a bet, then? We can name our own terms...have a little honest competition. Spice things up. You like the sound of that, boy…?”

I grinned up at him shyly, my brain suddenly ablaze with the scent of an opportunity. This was it. This was my opening. “I bet you can't make me come without touching my dick,” I blurted out quickly, not allowing myself to think about it. I smirked playfully, letting myself sink into an even deeper shade of red.

“Feeling feisty, eh boy?”

“I just...yeah, I guess…sorry.”

“Don't be. I'll take that bet! You have no idea how easy I'm gonna win this one, heh...” His hand began to cork-screw my hard cock slowly, evenly, and my legs fell open on their own. “I bet...I can make you come...like a race horse...right here...without ever touching your dick.”

“But...uhhhh,ahaah...I win, if...if I can – ”

“Hold your horses, boy! I get to name those terms.” He left the shower with an excited bounce in his step, heavy feet smacking wetly against the floor of the bathroom and the bedroom beyond. Within moments he'd returned with a digital wristwatch – military grade, bulky and black, likely waterproof. He shut himself into the steam again and returned to loom over me. I'd obediently remained exactly where I was, prone and ready for him – but I didn't like the feverish glow in his eyes…

He tickled my fuzzy ball sack, which had drooped against my thigh in the simmering humidity of the shower, much larger and looser than normal. His other hand dangled the watch above my face. “You win if I can't make you come within...thirty minutes. Half an hour. We'll time it – make it proper.” He must have known by the expression on my face that I was worried about holding out for so long. “You have no idea how generous I'm being with you right now, boy...”

“You're on,” I replied, trying not to sound too confident. If he thought for a second that I'd made myself come only minutes before, when I was alone...that I was trying to play him... “What are we betting, sir?” I kept my eyes just dumb enough.

His grin was sharpening again. Dangerous. “If I can make you come just by using your ass, in thirty minutes or less...then I get to tie you up tonight. The works – rope, handcuffs, close hangers pinching your tits...and not just for fuckin, no. I'm gonna leave you tied up at the foot of my bed all night long, like a good little slave. Then, when I think the time is right...I'm gonna expand your horizons even more than they already are.” He pushed his closed fist between my legs, against my ass, raking the hard knuckles along my hole. “Teach you how to take a good fisting.”

My stomach dropped. I felt queasy…

I gulped it down. “That's fair,” I managed to say. Oh my god…

He took my thighs into his hands and pushed my legs into the air, lifting my ass off the bench. He slid onto the bench below me, still pushing. My entire bottom half was in the air before long, my shoulders supporting my weight against the soft, wet towel. My raging hard dick was slowly thrust into my face from above, oozing precum, until my vision was completely filled by the lower half of my body. My ass was sticking straight into the air, soaking up hot steam as his hands gripped my thick buttocks and spread them with determined care. I could only see a sliver of the distant ceiling past my hanging junk, but I could feel his breath on my open hole as he spoke. “Ain’t you gonna name your own terms?”

“For what?” I gasped, consumed by the horrifying thought of his giant hairy fist disappearing into the quaking ruin of my butthole.

He laughed, squeezing. His face appeared above my taint, between my looming thighs. “Pay attention, college boy! If I can't make you come without touching your dick – if you win the bet, you can chose what we do tonight. I’ll be a good sport about it, too – as long as it don't involve tying me up, or me getting fucked...” He laughed, as if that were a good joke – as if it couldn't possibly be on my mind. I knew I looked mortified by the very suggestion of such a thing, and that only made him more confident. “You're smart. You can guess what might be off-limits. But, other than that...I'll keep my word.” He grinned, humoring me.

I knew he didn’t think for a second that he’d lose. The absurd confidence of a cop had again taken him over. The blaze in my brain returned, congealing into a plan even as his thumbs stroked the wet hair between my ass cheeks, priming my appetite, making me feel like only half of something...

“If I win...uh...we...we get drunk tonight. We watch a movie in the living room, and share one of those bottles of wine on top of your fridge. You can fuck me any which way you like, any time you want, of course – I don't get tied up tonight. I want to...sleep in your bed again. I want you to...uh, hold me. Like a normal...couple. Or something...just to see how it feels?” I should have felt ridiculous, making demands in that position. “And no fist. No fisting,” I added firmly. I smiled awkwardly from my awkward position, letting myself feel every ounce of embarrassment for revealing such a pathetic desire. “Fair’s fair?”

“Oh, is that it? That's some sticky sweet, vanilla-ass shit, boy...you sure you ain't a faggot? Maybe you got some daddy issues I should know about?” He laughed again, as if I were a joke to him, and lightly slapped my stretched ass. “Fine. Fair’s fair. It’s a bet.”

He reached behind my head, and I heard a small beep from the wristwatch as he set the timer for thirty minutes. Then, without another word, he went straight to work. His head disappeared behind my taint while the wide hands on my ass pulled me apart and folded me even further,brushing my face with the head of my own cock. I grunted at the dull pain in my stretching, crunching muscles, wishing I'd done yoga at some point in my life, gripping the slippery tile to keep from slipping off the bench – but he made sure I stayed right were I was.

His hot tongue appeared at the base of my spine. He began to lick along the dimples at the small of my back, coming closer to my split cheeks each time. His tongue darted in and out of my crack once, twice – teasing me a bit – before slowly working its way over the hump of my tailbone, and into the soft flesh between the trembling slabs of my buttocks.I was panting like a dog already, and he hadn't even started...whatever it was he was going to to...

The lips of his mouth enveloped the lips of my hole, his tongue circling that ring of sensitive muscle as his hot saliva drenched its center. His furrowed brow appeared above my hairy, swollen taint, black eyes piercing my skin.His beard was tickling the inside of my ass cheeks, scraping against them like a sopping wet brillo pad. His nostrils were smashed against the sensitive flesh of my taint, and he inhaled deeply...grunting enthusiastically as his tongue burrowed deeper into my helplessly open hole.

His munching jaw, sucking lips, and strong tongue allowed no resistance whatsoever. He was giving my the royal treatment, like the tender cunt of another man's daughter, a thing to be savored. I opened to him, gasping softly as his hands spread my ass as wide as physics would allow. He was munching like a pig at a trough, watching my face ripple with surprise and ecstasy between the meat of my upturned thighs. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut, couldn’t keep the choked moans from escaping my throat. His tongue…it was even better than the first time...the only time...

Its thickness darted into my wet, squirming hole with a perfect rhythm, excess air farting wetly between the cheeks of his face and my ass with each wicked plunge he took. I'd have been deeply embarrassed by that sound, but considering the circumstances...

His bald head bobbed up and down, back and forth, ravaging my defenseless hole without mercy or remorse, lighting me up inside and out. My hands were grasping his fingers where they gripped my ass cheeks, trying in vain to spread myself open even further. God, I wanted his entire head in there! “Oh Jesus, fuck!” I gasped, husky and shrill and honest.

One of his hands slid from beneath mine and went immediately to my taint. He was kneading it, squeezing it gently between his strong, thick fingers, the pressure crushing right down into the base of my cock and beyond. I moaned loudly then, clenching my ass around his jaw, his tongue. My dick was already fit to burst – one touch, and I knew it would. If I hadn't jacked off when I was alone, I'd have lost the bet already...

His mouth roamed sloppily up the valley of my ass until it closed hotly around my undulating taint. I grunted, panted, tried not to show him how good it felt – and failed. His hairy chin scraped against my delicate, sopping ass as he enjoyed his new meal. He was grinning as he devoured my taint, lips kneading and suckling that sensitive flesh, tongue digging into the hidden base of my dick every which way as I jerked impotently beneath him. My cock was twitching and jerking along with everything he was smothering with his mouth. I bit my cheek to keep from squealing like a pig.

One hand still gripped an ass cheek, but the other now pushed beneath my splayed thighs, across my stomach, and wrapped itself around my trunk, pulling my body up into his mouth – keeping me still and close. My engorged cock flopped against his hairy forearm for a moment, but otherwise he was meticulously careful not to touch it.

I whimpered desperately. He grunted hungrily. On and on this went...for how long I couldn't say...pushing my mind deeper and deeper into his lust-fueled delirium and the consuming heat of the shower. I was lost in the gyrating wet muscle that was his maw, and he was lost in all of me. He spent the entire time alternating his mouth between swollen taint and widening hole, enjoying both in equal measure. Judging by the gleeful, insatiable expression on his face and his wet, sucking silence, he was enjoying every second of it. He'd forgotten I was a person at some point, and so had I. I'd become nothing but the warm, trembling flesh in his hands, his mouth...

He pulled away eventually, finally, leaving my taint sore and throbbing, my ass loose and quivering, my mind teetering at the edge of beautiful insanity. His hand left my ass cheek, and two knobby fingers pushed their way into my thoroughly primed hole with the same rhythm his tongue had established, digging up and down the inside of my taint while he grinned high above it all. “That nice enough treatment for you, boy?”

I couldn’t even nod, still folded helplessly over his forearm, squealing meekly between my clenched teeth each time his fingers invaded my bowels. My cock was throbbing like a star, a supernova, ready to burst...there was a reason it shouldn't...

I clenched my eyes shut. Stay focused.

“I wish I'd set that timer for a whole hour, boy," he was saying, oblivious. "I could eat this pussy all day. I think I will, even after I win. Might be able to get my whole arm up inside you tonight...you're so fuckin addictive...” His fingers were pushing deeper, searching for my engorged prostate, brushing it lightly more often than not. My legs were trembling on either side of his head. My balls were tightening, and my dick was so swollen it hurt. It was all I could to keep from blasting a giant orgasm all over my own face. I knew I couldn’t hold out, knew it'd only be seconds before...

Luckily, he couldn’t tell how close I was. His brow was furrowed in concentration, watching my loins instead of my face. “Come on, boy…”

“Fuck me,” I breathed. “Please fuck me, sir!”

Thankfully, his kneading paused as he considered this. The heat of my orgasm sank a little... “You’d love that, wouldn’t you boy?”

“Hell yeah, sir. Fuck me – I want it so bad!” It was true enough.

He didn’t think too hard about it, fortunately. “Well, if you're in that much of a hurry to lose...” His fingers left my ass, and he mounted the tiled bench completely, towering above me like a chiseled colossus of alabaster and ink. He was stroking his fully erect manhood, drinking in his prize. He braced himself on my upturned thighs and bent his knees. His drooling, mammoth cock flopped down onto my defenseless asshole like a falling tree. “I bet I won’t get two inches before you spurt,” he grumbled, tasting victory.

I only opened my asshole to him, never breaking his gaze, watched his pupils constrict as he saw it. He took the hint, grinning, and held his cock straight down as he lowered his body into mine. My ass was already loose and wanting from the lengthy mouth massage. His cock slid into me easily, all nine inches of it, pushing far beyond my swollen prostate as my eager hole gulped down its girth.

He grunted happily as he bottomed out, and I moaned like a sow, mouth wide open – God, it felt like his cock had been stuffed my guts into my ribcage!

He began to fuck me deeply, squatting and rising, hands wrapped around the undersides my thick thighs, careful not to graze my dick. “Come on boy," he growled. "Shoot that fuckin load. I know you’re close, you fucker...”

I just groaned and grabbing his hard, bony ankles as he drilled down into me. It was everything I could do not to lose it – but I was hanging on. Barely. The timer had to go off at some point...

This seemed to anger him, and his fucking became ramming. My ass was pushed to its limit, and all I could do was let go – keep myself as loose and open as I possibly could, push out against the storm of his body – and stay that way. One clench, I knew, and he would injure me. The painful, delicious, world-shattering plowing he was giving to me was tinted with real fear...a thrill that was already becoming familiar, that I was beginning to crave with every fiber of my being. My dick bulged as it slapped against my face – but still I refused to come, willing my quivering balls to stay shut.

He slapped my thigh, hard. “Fuck you, boy!”

“Yeah daddy!” I squealed between whining gasps.

That was all it took. He exploded hot and wild inside of me, a river of cum pouring out of my loose, rocking ass and down my taint as he rammed his pumping cock into me. He roared with sweet rage as his cock began to go limp, and he punched the meat of my ass with his fist. I was practically numb to it thanks to the fucking my hole was enduring,but I knew it had left a bruise.

His long cock slid out of me like a massive eel, still leaking stringy white juice. I felt hot cum rush out of my hole in a long trickle, loose and sloppy before the steam and the heat overtook it, gluing it to my pubes.

He hopped off the bench and slammed his open hand into the tile beneath the showerhead, furious with himself – and hopefully not too furious with me. He stayed there for a long, tense moment, facing away from me as the water washed over his reddened skin, soaking his heaving, tautly muscled back.

The watched beeped on the bench next to my head, clinical, neutral, blaring like an air raid siren until it finally went quiet.

I'd won the bet. Whatever plan I had, this was the first big step towards carrying it out. Just had to keep him in the dark...play the part…

I unfolded myself slowly, stiffly, noticing new bruises and fresh aches as I did. My gaze never left him. He had a fantastic body, whatever I though of him. His ass was only lightly hairy, with a perfect patch of black fuzz at the small of his back that dripped down into his tight crack under the deluge of blistering water. His skin was pure and pale, red where the water was hitting it, gliding over his muscles as he panted. His shoulders were broad, waist firm and sturdy, buttocks round and bulging like expensive hams. My dick was still hard, still aching to come. I was craving him in the most delicious of ways, now that I had the smallest drop of power over him…

He turned abruptly and stomped back over to me,where I sat on the edge of the bench. “Guess you fuckin won,” he barked. “Didn't think you'd be dumb enough to...” His face was expressionless, unnerving, as his eyes bore into mine. Searching me. “You messing with me, boy? Tell the fuckin truth.”

“No sir!” I gulped, and grinned uneasily. “That was...one of the hardest things I’ve ever done,” I said, which was the truth. “You were fantastic – sir.”

He slapped my face. Not hard – but hard enough. I barely had time to register it before he shoved me back down on the bench.He bullied my legs open with his thighs, pinning me on my back between his body and the tiled wall behind my head. His big hand closed around my dick like a vice, and then he was pumping it hard and steady – unfeeling, like a machine. I was so swollen and engorged that I squirmed, squealed, and spurt through his clenching fingers after only a handful of vicious, angry yanks.

A massive load of creamy jism splattered across my heaving stomach and face, but his hand didn’t let up. He kept going, milking me deeply, sneering down at me. The hypersensitivity of post-climax had quickly enveloped my dick, and his cruel, kneading fingers were pushing it to the brink,forcing every last yelp and spasm from my body as it gyrated beneath him. I remembered this particular treatment. I knew he wouldn't stop. Oh no...

In seconds it became too much to take. I tried to push his fingers away, but he batted my arms aside and held my wrists above my head with his free hand. I didn’t dare try to force my way out of his grip.

 “So you won. That’s fine.” He jerked my stiff, throbbing dick painfully. The last watery trickles of my orgasm splashed from the tip of my cock, quickly absorbed by the sodden mat of my pubic hair. “We're gonna have a date night, just like you wanted. Movie and wine. No ropes, no handcuffs. Fair’s fair. But that’s later, boy. It's not even half past noon yet. We've still got hours and hours until sundown, and my dick's already begging to fill you up again." That was certainly true. His hard cock was grinding stiffly into my used taint, my ballsack, as he worked my slippery, cum-soaked cock towards a state of shimmering agony. "I'm gonna make sure you regret the little game you just played with me, whatever it was. Or hey, fuck that – maybe you won't. You haven’t regretted a single thing up ‘till now, have you? Maybe this is what you really want...filthy bitch...let's figure it out together...”
 
He kept torquing my poor dick, bombarding my loins with spikes of meat-choked lightning. “Please – please stop it...” I begged, barely able to breathe. My cock had gone numb and tight...

Drool was glistening at the corner of his snarling mouth. His eyes burned my senses. Water and sweat dripped from his furrowed brow in rivers, flickering across my skin like acid rain. “You little fucking whore…”

I came again, sharp and shuddering against his cruel, pumping fingers, but he wasn't done. The muscles of his arms, shoulders, pecs – all were bulging as they strained, keeping me on his razor's edge. “Gonna milk you dry as a bone, boy...don't want you enjoying what's coming too much...not at all...” The red-faced hypocrite grabbed my nipple and twisted it, hard. Whatever sounds he was hearing had put a giant smile on his face.

He kept me there in that shower stall even longer than he'd devoured my ass, pinned and shrieking and spasming...begging with my eyes...until I'd come twice more – until my cock was bright red in his grip, soft and swollen, and the water had gone cold. The only thing that kept my mind from breaking was the hunch, the hope, that he was a man of his word. Whatever he did to me between now and sunset, there was a light at the end of that long, hideous tunnel...even if it led me straight through the pit of hell...