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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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I nailed my eyes to the window behind him while he unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my slacks and opened the fly.“Nice. Fits like a glove,” he said, exposing one of the trunks he’d sent me. He pulled the slacks a little down to expose the trunks’ right leg and the embroidering with my initials in white.“They should be here,” he said, covering my shrunk limp cock with his hand. “Lower case, to watch them go upper case.”So funny. Looked like he’d had a clown for lunch. I ground my teeth while his hand ran up and down my shaft, his thumb pressing softly, tugging. And my despicable junk responded right away. It started hardening in no time, stirring and stretching with every gentle tug. My breathing grew heavier, pushing my lips apart.“Look at you,” he murmured, pleased.No. I wouldn’t. Feeling the way my body reacted to his fondling was bad enough. Yeah, I knew the sooner I got hard, the better. But there was something else in play. Like my body had been longing for this. Him, getting m
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His fingertips pushed the trunks’ bottoms up to reach further on my shaft. The more skin he rubbed with oil, the more intense the sensations that filled me up inside.“Who did you go down for?”His question fell on deaf ears, all my attention on his fingers closing around my cock, wrapping half my shaft, his stroking triggering new ripples. I think he kept asking questions I didn’t register. Until something he said reached my muddled brain.“It was your girlfriend, right? Stephanie Munching. Only now she goes as Stefie Mancciari. Pretty close, though. Like Dean Walsh to Dylan Wallace.”“Fuck you,” I mumbled.“Someone needs to watch his manners.”Before I could even realize what was going on, he pulled up my slacks and yanked me closer, making me turn at the same time. I ended up sitting across his lap, one of his arms around my waist. Don’t ask me how he did it, but he kept me in place while he fastened my fly with his spare hand. A moment later, it moved between my legs, pressing my
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It was quite a feat, getting on my feet all shaky and out of breath as I was. He let me took my time. When I finally stood before him, he opened my slacks once more and pulled them down below my hips, gently helping my cock to come out.I began to wonder how many more poppers my trunks had, feeling his hand pull from the inseam. The inner side of the trunks’ leg opened, and he guided my throbbing, swollen cock to point straight ahead. Then he fastened the leg poppers again, and most of the trunks fly, from my cock up, trapping it in a gap against my nuts. It nodded, trying to point up, pulling from the back seam of the trunks and making it sink between my buttocks like a frigging thong.Then I lost track of his maneuvers, because he grabbed my butt and pulled me closer, leaning forward to lick my whole shaft, from tip to trunks, till I was groaning and trembling again. I couldn’t care less about his hands fondling my buttocks in circles, pulling them apart for the seam to sink deeper
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Steph sprinted to throw her arms around my neck the moment I set foot in the apartment, crying and giggling at the same time, mumbling about being so worried, because my phone was off and she was afraid something had happened to me.“Sorry, love. The meeting lasted longer than I expected,” I said, kissing her hair.“You okay, D? What is it?” she asked right away.“A headache that’s killing me.” Once more, the lies came out of my mouth in a natural way that surprised me.“Did you have anything to eat?”I shook my head, throwing my bag on the couch. “It’s okay, baby. I just wanna go to sleep, if you don’t mind.”“Sure, love, go. D’you need anything?”I felt like a bag of rocks, but her unaware, loving concern made me feel a son of a bitch.“It’s okay, babe, thank you.”She stepped back to give me way with a hesitant smile. I started to our room, stopped halfway and turned to her, doing my best to smile back at her.“You know I love you, right?”She hurried to me and gave me a quick hug.
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The week before, he’d introduced me to a couple of ways in which his wicked oil could launch me to cloud nine. First, a taste of the burning ripples when he stroked my shaft with it. Next, he proved it could turn my nipples into hotspots to rival my crotch.That week, on Tuesday, he showed me that his tongue on top of the oil on my nipples was enough to make my head spin. On Wednesday, he made me bent over the table, hands tied behind my back, pants and trunks down to my ankles, and while he milked my cock with a firm fist, he oiled my nuts to pet them. He’d done it only once before, and only for a moment. That evening, hadn’t I been with my chest to the table, I would’ve crumbled down, because my knees simple buckled. Later, when I was partially able to move again, he made me rest my butt against the table, my knees as spread apart as I could, and guided my hand to his headrest, making me lean toward him, my shirt open and pushed over my shoulders to expose my pecs. He applied a litt
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While he did that, he resumed his questioning about why I had pleaded guilty, determined to make me confess Steph’s part in it.I kept my mouth shut, as stubborn as him, resenting the cool air on my exposed buttocks. But only until he grabbed them and fondled them in circles, pulling them apart for the seam to press further against my hole. He stopped when he saw my cock was taking offense. Then he produced his little magic flask and held my cock pointing straight ahead. My stubborn frown went out the window as I watched the thick drops fall along my shaft.He spread it using only his thumb. My hands tightened on the edge of the table behind me, especially when his brushing triggered a new wave of burning ripples.He glanced up at me with his heinous smirk. “Any famous last words?”I shook my head, my eyes glued to his thumb running up and down the back of my shaft, my heart drumming with every ripple, my crotch on fire and my brain ready to check out until further notice.A moan of p
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Later on I would wonder if my memories were right or the high had twisted them. I don’t know. What I remember is that he helped me down from the table and the ten miles to the restroom. He even waited while I washed my face, like he was ready to hold me up if I needed extra support.“What happened?” I mumbled, rubbing my face with cold water.“I don’t think you’re in shape for explanations, boy,” he said. “The car’s waiting downstairs. Go home, rest, have fun. We’ll talk again on Monday.”I just nodded. He was right about not being in shape.Back home, the first thing I did was swallowing two aspirins, because my head was killing me. The way the light and sounds affected me convinced Steph I was having a sight problem. She sent me to bed, all lights off, curtains closed, and found something to do in the living area, to give me an hour of complete darkness and silence.I thought I’d fall asleep right away, but I was still awake when she came to bed. I pretended to be asleep, though. Sh
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