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When I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, his spare hand traveled up my abs to cup my pecs. A muffled moan escaped my lips when he teased my nipples like before.“Oh, fuck!” I cried, feeling the tip of his wicked tongue brush the nipple he wasn’t touching.“Take care of my friend down here,” he said.“I can’t.”The clip kept my tied hands stuck to my pelvis, so I could hardly stroke my cock halfway.“I see. Come here, then,” he said.I would’ve killed him, or tried to run for the exit. In vain, but at least I would’ve tried. Unfortunately, by our third close one on one, I knew better. So I ground my teeth and swallowed my insults when he changed the clip from my belt to his. To make things worse, he grabbed my naked buttock to bring me closer to him, forcing me to let one of his legs between mine.“Try humping now,” he said, looking down at my hands.I did, thrusting my hard cock into my hands together. His grasp on my buttock improved when my hips recoiled.“There you go,” he
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So I let him guide me to hump into his fist in that upsetting slow motion that seemed to set my guts on fire and burn up the air in my lungs. My eyelids came down, and the wet brush of his tongue on my nipple made me shiver from head to toes. I couldn’t care less about my chills, my moans, my gasps, my grunts. He was all over me, driving me crazy with everything he did to me.I would’ve never sought something like this. A part of me loathed him for being a guy, and myself for allowing another guy turn me into his obedient sex pet against my will. But if it was this or going back to jail, hell, I’d pick his kinky games every time.When he sensed I was bordering my last limit, his fist stroked my cock in no hurry all the way to the base of my shaft and stopped. The pressure of the rough fly around it added to his grasp and my erection, causing me a puzzling feeling, like my cock was something big and powerful attached to me. Like, he would take it away if he removed his hand. In the mea
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Even in the omelet state of scrambling my mind was, my instinct kicked in and I tried to pull away from him. Like he would let me. He grabbed my hips with hands like iron pliers and sat me back down on him.“There,” he commanded.I think what actually helped me to stay put was that my butt felt no trace of a bulge whatsoever. Did he even have a dick? His groin really was flat as a board.“Good boy,” he muttered behind me. “Lean back against me and lend your friend a hand. Well, two. Don’t rush.”It was awful, but I had no choice. I wrapped my hands around my cock, that was taking a much needed break, getting ready for what I truly wished would be the last stretch, or I’d have a cardiac arrest.Now that the tie around my wrists wasn’t clipped to anything, I could easily stroke my shaft from base to head and back. I did it, slowly as he’d said. In any other situation, I could’ve never keep it up while sitting on another guy’s lap. But after the last hour, my pounding cock didn’t mind ab
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He looked up to meet my eyes. I still breathed heavily, and my legs were even shakier that the night before. Sweat trickled down from my temples and underneath my clothes. My brain still struggled to emerge from the foggy swamp of raw physical sensations where he’d drowned me. I didn’t know why I’d asked, if my head was in no shape to process anything. Or maybe that’s why I did it.“I do it because I can,” he replied, like it was obvious. His dark eyes slid down my face to my lips. “And because I want.”“No, you don’t.”He didn’t hide his surprise when I contradicted him and raised his eyebrows.“Nothing you do turns you on,” I added. “Or it would show.”He released my hands and headed to the restroom. I followed him, trying not to drag my feet, my drained junk still hanging out the fly that covered my ripped-off briefs, half my butt still showing out the back waist of my jeans.“That’s it, right?” I insisted, grimacing because my legs and the small of my back were killing me. “You ca
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Hell, yeah. That was exactly what I had in mind. And that was exactly what I did. I spent the next two days fucking Steph in every hole, in every position I could think of, in every square feet of the apartment.It was the best weekend in ages.I think she thought I was making up for coming home late two days in a row. I wasn’t about to tell her she was wrong, and the whole testosterone display was meant mostly to prove myself that no matter what the sick weirdo at work said or did, he didn’t know me. I did know myself, and I was the same old stallion that made my girl beg for more and beg for mercy.I even entertained the idea of picking a girl online to have a threesome on Saturday night. But we couldn’t let into our home a stranger that might bring the virus. All the girls on the internet offered proof that they were clear and vaccinated, but Steph and I knew all too well how easy it was to get fake papers for whatever you wanted. So she had to bear with all the workload of appeasi
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A hot wave washed over me, then a cold one. My heart hammered my chest.I had no idea what Big Ellie could’ve sent me, but whatever it was, Steph couldn’t see it. And how was I to hide it from her? That son of a bitch! Sending me something to my home address! I breathed deep, set my jaw and walked back into our apartment.Lucky me, Steph was still on Zoom, so she could hardly glance away from her screen with a questioning frown and a nod at the box. And I shrugged and shook my head on the way to the bedroom. I closed the door between us and threw the box on the bed, taking my hands to my hips.I needed a minute to bring myself to open the delivery. The brown paper covered a black shirt box, no marks on it. Inside, under a creaky tissue paper sheet, I found a shirt. Which is what shirt boxes usually hold. White, short sleeves. My initials and the company’s round logo had been embroidered on the chest pocket. In black. I’d never seen another employee with a shirt like that. And the logo
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I was surprised when my shift ended and Big Ellie hadn’t texted me. Not that I was about to complain. I logged off at six sharp and got in the first van I found going my way.It was nice, getting home as I should and having dinner with Steph. I almost screw up, though, but stopped taking my clothes off just before she saw the boxer trunks. I pushed them down along with the jeans and left them in there.“I’m needing new underwear,” I said, getting in bed with her. “I’m gonna order a couple of trunks.”“Add socks,” she said. “Yours are begging for retirement.”Great. That way, I could put the trunks in our drawer in a couple of days, instead of hiding them.Steph asked for a rain check after our wild weekend, and promised to make up for me in the morning. I fell asleep within minutes, holding her tight against my side.* * *I should’ve paid more attention. Vlad had told me a thousand times I always needed to be aware of my surroundings and never let the guard down. But I’d done jus
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I looked around and saw we were no longer in the prison showers, but in room twelve, just past the door. I also happened to notice the notorious bulge in his crotch.He started to the table. I had no idea what he would do to me, but I could only follow. He literally had my cock on a short leash and my hands were tied.I jolted awake to find myself hard and sweaty, my hands grasping what was much more than a morning wood and a puzzling mix of sheer fear and anticipation twisting my guts.It was still dark outside. Steph would kill me if I jumped her bones in her sleep, especially after stating she didn’t want any action for the night. But I couldn’t go back to sleep like that.The tip of my cock was so tense, the soft brush of the bed sheet caused me a jolt. I covered it to get out of bed and tiptoed across the room, turning the bathroom light on only after closing the door behind me.While waiting for the shower to warm up, I grabbed the lube from the cabinet. I knew it felt nothing l
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