"I understand."I understand." "Do you?" he said. I heard him groping in the showerstand to my left. I heard the plastic-on-plastic sound of his flipping the bottletop open on the lubricant, and then felt it's cold touch against my asshole. I pushed back against his fingers, as one and then another slid into me. "You seem to be ready." "Yes, sir," I replied. I felt the thick, blunt head of his cock press against my hole, and then with a sudden giving way all of him slid his full twenty-one centimeters into me. I gasped and pressed myself against the wall, stroking my own cock with abandon. He started slowly, holding onto my hips; I leaned over further, gasping onto the handholds on the wall (for slippery floors, right, sure) and pushed my buttocks out further for him. He began fucking me relentlessly. It felt like he had become part animal and part machine, in his ravishing of my asshole. I groaned and held on, my head gone light from the pleasure and the agony of being Aaden's fucktoy once again. He never let up his pounding my guts with his shaft, but he hissed "Let go of your cock." "Sir?" I said, the word coming out as one plaintive moan. "Let go of it. Stop it." I followed his order and placed my hands together on the handhold. His fingers dug into my hips and his ravishment continued. My hard cock flagged uselessly in the steamy air, and it was all I could to hold on. If it was possible, he began to pound harder, and I could feel the head of his cock swelling within me, the difference in size between in and the shaft making a point of reference within my tortured guts, a point moving back and forth. |