Chapter 7 #3
My sanity starts to crack at the seams. My balls feeling like they’ve been sucker punched.
Why the fuck is he doing this? The lust is pure torture.
Jealousy is infiltrating my gut. And I can see it in his eyes.
He’s feeding off my struggle. Aroused by my torment.
Trying to bully me into caving to the weakness.
A shuddering breath leaves my lungs, strengthening his stronghold.
His eyes flicker with something dark and unnerving.
He suddenly pushes Banks forward so he’s down on all fours.
The anticipation is burning in the officer’s eyes.
And as the beast presses forward, spreading him from behind, pushing his cock deep, a mask of pleasure settles over the cop’s features.
He hangs his head on a groan and my eyes betray me, casting back up, seeing the beast’s unrelenting stare attacking my defense line.
I take the strike, going down in this play. My body shifting to the side, eyes glaring at the dark rusty stain on the cement floor. But I can’t tune it out. The grunts and groans. The slapping of skin coming together, growing faster, louder. The intensity driving them forward.
“Fuck, Monk,” Banks groans. “I’m close. Need you to get there.”
My blood pressure spikes, pulse racing. The weakness clawing at my nerves. I’ve made a mess of the inside of my slacks. My dick is a traitor, allowing the truth to take hold.
“Fuck,” the beast grunts. “Look at me, pet.”
My eyes stay locked on the ground. I’m not strong enough to face the attack.
“Look at me,” he seethes through gritted teeth. The rage in his voice terrorizes my restraint.
His dominance latches on to my defenses, snapping the brittle line to the remaining strength I had left.
My head turns. My eyes meeting his stare.
And then…I’m caught. Our stares collide and my body is rocked by a force of heat sizzling over every nerve ending.
Running down my spine. Coursing through my veins.
Lust burning in my gut. Desire suffocating my every thought.
“Oh fuck.” The officer’s voice barely registers through the pounding of my heart.
His groans barely heard over the sound of heavy panting that’s coming from my heaving chest. The beast’s features lock tighter.
Every rigid, strong line of his body tensing.
And then…a wild roar tears from his throat as the fury drives from within.
The orgasm taking him by storm. The pleasure swallowing him whole.
He bucks his hips faster. Thrusting against Banks.
The sound of heavy flesh slapping together, his eyes never releasing their hold, his torment never easing up, and my defenses get struck down.
Taking hit after hit. And then it happens…
My cock falls prey to the raging attraction, the need boiling its way up to the top. The flames engulfing my sanity.
I start to tremble. My body shaking. The tightness in my gut constricting.
I have to stop it. I turn away, curling in on myself to keep it at bay.
Willing the orgasm not to strike. Desperate to fight the urge to take hold of my dick and release the need.
Suddenly, a strong hand is locked onto my ankle and I’m dragged across the floor toward the now open door of my cage.
The beast snarling above me. His face red.
Forehead sheened with sweat. The veins in his neck strained and pulsing.
“Don’t you ever fucking turn away from me, pet.
Now fucking come.” His hand grabs between my legs, latching onto my hard dick, and then I break.
The orgasm plunders through like a freight train.
Pleasure striking me at every angle. The intensity so powerful I border the line of consciousness.
My body nearly going into shock having never been rocked so hard.
Finally, the force eases up. The pressure unwinds.
And I start to settle. My body goes slack and my back drops down against the cold cement floor, feeling the coolness seeping into my bones, tempering the heat that’s still lingering in my system.
I take in a deep breath, trying to recover my lungs, settling my breathing.
The pounding of my heart is still thumping in my ears.
“That’s what I thought.” The raspy voice pulls me back from the other side, and my mind comes back into focus.
My surroundings resurfacing to the forefront of my thoughts.
I feel the beast’s hand rubbing over my dick, petting me gently now, drawing out the final little shocks of my orgasm.
“My pet has a little secret that he’s been hiding.
” My eyes fly open. His cold, dark stare icing over the remnants of the heat.
“I wonder what daddy is going to think when he finds out his perfect son is gay. What do you think he’s going to say… faggot?”
Rage slices me to the core. I jerk out of his hold, moving away from the fucking monster.
His evil chuckle trickling up my spine. I fucking let down my guard and allowed my opponent to take the hit. He saw the opening. He saw my weakness and he took me down. Now he knows the truth. Fuck.
“If you think my father is going to believe anything that comes from your mouth, you’re wrong. But by all means, please call him, because then he’ll know where to look for me.”