Zero hour (m/m)

[CollStorm]

This story is a work in progress. I'm not sure if it will be a one shot or not, but I felt like writing something that was out of left field. Even though the story isn't finished, the complete idea in my head is. Consider it to be released in chapters. There might be only three chapters or it might go longer. I'm not sure yet.

CHAPTER 1: Plans Are Made.

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To: TreyZ001

From: Zero
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Re: Craigslist Ad

July 6th, 2015


Hello Trey,

It’s coming up on the big weekend are you sure that you want to meet up? I feel like a month is more than enough to get to know each other through email.

I’m glad that I answered your initial ad, but I know that people can easily change their minds, when it comes to their sexual appetite.

If we meet up and decide mutually that we agree to do this, you really need to commit to the act.

I need to know right now if we are going to meet or not, because I need to arrange my schedule to accommodate you.

Sincerely,

Zero

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To: Zero

From: TreyZ001
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Re: Craigslist Ad

July 6th 2015


Hey Zero,

Yes, I’m ready to meet up. I’ve followed your instructions to the letter and have cleared up the whole weekend. I’ll be leaving work early, like I normally do and then going on a lunch date with my girlfriend. We’ll come back to the house and I’ll grab my stuff. I’ll meet you at 10pm at the bar and we will go from there. I’m quite nervous and excited about the whole situation. I’ve never have done anything like this before, let alone putting up a ad on Craigslist (unless selling furniture counts, but I’m pretty sure it’s not the same kind of wood you’re use to dealing with. LOL)

I’ll see you at the end of the week!!!

-Trey

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To: TreyZ001

From: Zero
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Re: Craigslist Ad

July 7th, 2015


Hello Trey,

I would have responded sooner, but I just happen to be in Japan at the moment closing a business deal. I’ll contact you on Thursday at 2:30 am or so to finalize our plans. I want you to be awake, because a response will be needed within twenties minutes of me sending you the email. This is to ensure that you are fully aware of what you are getting into and are ready to meet him.

I also need to have a full face and body picture of yourself. If you do not send me what I ask for, then I’ll be forced to end this conversation and move on.

Sincerely,

Zero

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To: Zero

From: TreyZ001
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RE: Craigslist ad

July 7th, 2015


Hey Zero,

I’ll make sure to be awake at 2am. My anticipation is growing!!!


-Trey

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To: TreyZ001

From: Zero

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Re: Craigslist ad

July 9th, 2015


Hello Trey,

As I had stated, this is the final time to opt out. If you don’t want to meet, I understand. If you do want to meet, you’ll find a contract attached. Sign it and send it back to me.

If you do sign it, be at the bar tomorrow night at 10pm and wait for me. If you leave, that will break the contract and you will cease to hear from me again. You need to show me how much you want this.


Sincerely,

Zero

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[mastercummings]

My interest is definitely piqued. Can't wait for more!

 

[Stratavos]

vague messages are vague (go on)

 

[CollStorm]

Boston, Massachusetts


Friday, July 10th 11:45am



It's summer and in Massachusetts, it's uncomfortably hot and humid as I sit across from Kara, my girlfriend of the past three years. It's Friday and as usual I was able to leave work early. I suppose it's one of the perks of owning one of the most lucrative restaurants in Boston's North End.


Things have been going well for the both of us. I'm about to expand my restaurants and she's happy in her career as a teacher. Life is good, but it's about to get better.


I need to keep calm. My seven and a half inch cock is starting to swell under my pants at the thought of what's going to happen tonight. Being a bisexual guy has been tough on me. I can never decide what I like better, hot wet pussy or a hard throbbing cock. Standing at 6'2" and at 225 pounds of muscle, I never thought there would be trouble choosing, but I was mistaken. I may have the body of an Adonis, but inside I'm still that shy, scrawny geek from high school.


Unfortunately, I haven't has any experience with another cock since college, but everything is about to change. No more being satisfied with a quick jerk session on my lunch break to gay porn. I should feel ashamed, but Kara hasn't exactly been in the mood lately. At first I was worried that she was pregnant, but her period showing up this week squashed that notion.


I love her... I think. She's a brunette that stand's 5'6" and weighs 120lbs. Her body is curvy, but not fat and her breasts... her wonderful tits are a "C" and something that I enjoy with plenty of saliva and my cock between them.


"What are you thinking about"


I look at her beautiful face and suddenly I snap out of my sexual daydream.


"Nothing really, just this whole business trip this weekend" I say.


"You have nothing to worry about. Chicago is the perfect place to open up your next restaurant" she says to me.


I smile. She always knew the right thing to say, but the fact is I already have approval to open up the restaurant as of last month. This whole trip to Chicago is just to cover the fact that I'll be feasting on a large cock this weekend or so I hope. I suppose there is a small chance that neither of us will go forward with this, but it's a chance I'm willing to take.


"What time is your flight?"


"I'll have to leave the house by 8:30pm and get to the airport around 9:30. The flight itself is at 10:20pm. I'm hoping that's enough time."


She smiles at me, "You'll have plenty of time. I checked this morning and you should have no problem."


Kara stating that she checked could have scared me, but I actually did purchase the ticket to Chicago and booked a hotel. However, it will be my top chef going away for a well deserved weekend in my place.


I'll have better things to attend to.


In ten hours, my world will change.

 

[CollStorm]

Chapter 2: The Bar

Friday, July 12th


My heart is racing. Am I really going to do this? Am I ready for this or should I just let it be a fantasy?

My 7.5 cock is leaking pre-cum like crazy. It’s a sure sign that backing out now is not even close to an option. My heart races and a bead of sweat trickles down my face.

I guess they’ve never heard of air conditioning in this shitty dive of a bar. “The Bar” is what it’s called. It actually recently got shut down, because of multiple violations. After agreeing to work with the city they were permitted to reopen.

Usually this place is packed, when either the Celtics or Bruins are playing, but tonight is relatively quiet and the perfect meeting place.

I would have sat at the wrap around bar with all of the various sports playing on the multiple HDTV’s, but I was told to sit at a specific table at the back of the bar.

It’s 9:30pm and I’m dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. I couldn’t bothered getting dressed for what will turn out to be a rather… sloppy occasion.

I recall the events leading up to tonight. The emails, the photos that I had to take of myself, the signing of the contract, the lie I had to tell Kara to get here. My mind is in overdrive and so is my craving.

I look down at my watch and it reads 10:23pm. Fuck, I really did zone out. I’m already on my fourth drink that once again is doing nothing for me. I should expect that with my metabolism and body.

The door creaks and a guy walks in. A full suit and tie. It’s either dark grey or black, but in this light it’s to hard to tell.

He’s stands about 5’10” and I would guess weighs about 180. He has dark hair, like myself and glasses. He doesn’t fit the description at all, but he’s walking straight for me.

Holy shit… he’s sitting down. What the hell?

“Trey.” he says not as a question, but as a fact.

“Yes. And you are?”

“You can call me Mr. Black”

I shuffle in my chair. I’m really nervous at this point and if I’m going to leave, it has to be soon. However, I don’t feel like he’s a threat.

“You were expecting someone else?”

I look up at him. He pulls off his glasses and lays them down in front of him.

I think to myself and decide not to lie.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I did. You are not what I was expecting.”

He smirks.

“And what exactly, were you expecting?” he states.

I’m uneasy. Uneasy, because at the same time of feeling a little weary, my dick is now spewing precum like crazy.

“To be honest with you I was expecting someone about four feet taller than me, with a physique that matches mine. You did say that you were buff with a six pack and a ten inch cock.”

“Please, keep your voice down. I don’t want others to know my business, as I’m sure you don’t them to know your business Mr. Reilly”

My heart skips and it’s more than one beat. I feel like it’s going to explode out of my chest.

“How the hell do you know my last name?”

He reaches down and put his glasses back on. He looks up at me, calmly, without hesitation.

“Even when you sign the papers with a false name, there was more than enough to go by. A signature never lies, even when written with the wrong name attached.”

My heart sinks.

“Either that or you mistakenly put up the ad with your business email attached by accident.”

I’m an idiot.

“As for my looks and description. I had to buff them up a little bit, but there is one specific area that I didn’t lie about.”

Suddenly, I feel his foot pressed up against my cock. He gently presses for a few seconds until he finds my balls and then… he’s not so gentle.

“It’s time.”

He puts his foot down as I take a gasp of air. I’m confused, but I’m ready.

“Where, when?”

Mr. Black slowly rises from his chair and reaches into the pocket inside his Jacket. He pulls out a white business card with scribbling on it and throws it down on the table.

He smiles at me and reaches down, grabbing what appears to be semi through his pants. He turns and walks straight out the door.

I reach down and look at the card. It has specific instructions that I must follow. The first is that I have to wait a full thirty minutes before I leave the bar.

It’s then, that it hits me.

His suit was dark grey.

 

[Stratavos]

this is going well

 

[CollStorm]

Friday, July 12th


11:09 pm


It took what seemed like an eternity for the 30 minutes to pass by. It felt like hours compared to the actual minutes that ticked by.


I arrived at the hotel just on the outskirts of Boston. It's not the fanciest hotel, but it's not exactly run down. It's a step up from the normal Holiday Inn and at least a black light won't be needed to see how clean the place is.


I view the card for about the twenty fifth time since leaving the bar. Room number #23 it reads with specific instructions on what to do next.


My heart races and the elevator dings and I step out. I turn to the right and walk down the to the very last door on the right.


My heart is racing. This is it... it's time to do this. I lower my left hand and slowly turn the doorknob. With a slight creak, I enter into the small entry way and shut the door behind me.


The next step... I take all of my clothes off and put them in a bag to the right of me, on a small desk with a mirror attached to it. I see my reflection and strike a pose. I can't help it, because of all the work I've put in, I like looking at myself on occasion. At 6'2" and 225 pounds of muscle, the only thing I'm missing is a six pack, but for some reason I can never motivate myself to do enough core exercises and besides, I haven't gotten any complaints from Kara.


Oh man, I hope she doesn't suspect anything. I don't know what I would do, I can't even imagine.


I finally pull down my underwear and my cock springs up with a thud. Precum oozes from the slit on the purple head and I give a small tug to my smooth balls.



I loved having smooth balls. For awhile I was a guy that shaved everything, but since I've gotten a little older, I feel like a little bit of pubic hair neatly trimmed is the way to go.


"I hear you. When you are ready, come in. It's waiting to meet you." says Mr. Black


My head snaps back into the game. One last time... do you want to do this?


As I open the next door into the living room, the answer is yes. I no longer want it, I need it!!!


I walk through to find him standing with nothing, but a dark blue robe on. Clearly, an outline of his cock can be seen.


Without his shoes on the description of 5'10" is out the window and without the suit, he might weigh more than the 180 pounds I thought earlier.


"Are you ready for this?" he asks me again.


"I am"


"Is there a certain place I can finish at for you?" he asks.


"Anywhere, but in my mouth. On my chest would be the best place."


"I can make that happen for you, but before we start is there a safe word that you would like to use?"



My mind swirls. I hadn't even thought of a safe word, it didn't occur to me, but it's a good idea. I choose my favorite drink.


"Rum"


He stand in front a sofa and points for me to kneel in front of him. I would describe the color of the sofa, but I can't at this point. The room and whatever is in it, is not important to me at all.


Whatever hesitation I had is gone. I succumb to him and drop to my knees. He disrobes and I'm disappointed. He told me that he worked out five days a week, but with the body that I'm seeing right now, it looks like he might work out once a week, if that.


His body is very hairy and his cock hits me in the face with a prominent smack. It's hairy, no trimming has happened to this groin at all, but at least it smells and looks clean, like he just showered. I reach to grab his cock.


It was a mistake. I know this, because of the hard slap he delivers to my left cheek!!!


"What the fuck?"


He looks down at me and smiles. His cock, that was only semi-hard is now sticking up promptly. I finally get to see it in all it's glory. I'm 7.5 hard and he was lucky if he was seven inches.


"I thought you said it was ten inches solid?"


His hand cocks back and he delivers another slap. This time it's so hard it topples me over. At this point I want to get up and beat the shit out of him, but I'm fucking so turned on!


"I lied!"


I slowly get back up on my knees.


"What do you say?" he asks.


"I'm sorry."


He smirks at me.


"Good boy. Now, let's make sure that doesn't happen again."


He walks past the glass coffee table in front of the sofa and proceeds into the bedroom. He returns less than a minute later with a rope.


"This shall stop you from misbehaving!"


He orders me to stand and I do so. He then ties both of my wrists together behind my back. He then pushes me to my knees in front of him.


He smiles and grabs the back of my head.


"I'm going to warn you. It's been three weeks since I've had any time to stroke a load out, but don't worry I'm a multiple cummer"


He then put the tip of his cock on my lips. Oh my god, this is it.


"Open up, time to feed your hunger."


He slowly pushes the head past my wet lips and his corona slides over my tongue for the first time. I taste his salty skin. He keeps going, but I gag just a little bit.


"Good boy, keep it going!"


Whatever disappointment I have, my cock is oblivious to it. The first wave hits me as the itch in my balls suddenly hits my urethra and my cum shoots all over his knees and feet. It feels like a good five minutes of cumming, but I'm sure it wasn't that long. I didn't care, I wanted more.


His rhythm is slow, but steady. He's breathing at a steady pace as I taste precum that wasn't my own, for the first time. He stops and pulls his cock out, so that I can lick the tip.


"Ohhhh yeaaaa.... mmmmmmmm. Such a good little cock sucker. Are you sure that you don't want to bottom for me, boy?"


I knew my place and I'm one hundred percent sure that bottoming for me wasn't something I wanted or even desire, even if his cock was actually ten inches, but it wasn't.


"No, no sir."


He looks disappointed, but then grabs the back of my head.


"Well, then it looks like I'm going to have to fuck your face instead."


He starts to slowly push in and his balls are now at my chin. I can't breathe, but I relax and take it. He slowly again pulls out, but this time he pushes it back it.


His skin gliding against my lips, my tongue, and hitting the back of my throat with the purple head.


"Oh good boy!"


His pace quickens and he starts to fuck my face like it's a Fleshlight with extra lube. His hands are on both sides of my head like he's holding a basketball. He thrusts in and out and I can feel it. His cock starts to harden, his breathing is heavy.


"Oh god... oh god..."


My safe word!!! I have to say my safe word!!!


He thrusts a few more times and I mumble with a cock in my mouth!!!


"ccccrrrruuummmmmm.."


He pushes his cock all the way in and I feel the tip hit the back of my throat.


"Fuck OH GOD YESSSSSS!!!!"


His hands hold my head and pubic hair is right on my nose. His cock pulses and oh my god, he's fucking cumming down my throat!!!!


"GGGGGaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!"


I struggle and lash out, but I can't with my fucking hands tied behind my back. As he lets out a slow moan, he doesn't let me up. I can't breathe and suddenly...

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It was the best orgasm I've ever had in my entire life. To bad he blacked out in the end.


Mr. Black looks down upon Trey's unconscious body and smirks.


"Oh did you say rum? I though you wanted cum."


"Zero has been waiting for you. Congratulations, you passed his test."

 

[Gr8F8]

Hot!

 

[CollStorm]

Needless to say, but it's to be continued.

 

[CollStorm]

Chapter 3: The Game


Slowly, the thoughts are forming inside my head.


The first one being, "what the fuck just happened", followed by "where the fuck am I?"


I can't see a thing and I'm also having trouble moving. I feel like a truck did indeed hit me. This isn't the typical wake up in the morning and get out of bed, but I'm really sore type of pain.

This is being totally unable to move. I try to raise my right arm, but it's useless. I however, can feel. There is a slight breeze over my body.

I'm naked.

Fully nude and not in a good way. If it was a good way, I would remember it.

I do remember meeting Zero and being disappointed, but still going through with it. I also remember trying to back off of his cock as he shot his load, but there was no use as he held my head on top of it.

What happened next... I couldn't breathe. Then there was darkness.

What is this?

My right wrist has something on it. It feels like leather or something, I can't tell.

Shit, what the fuck is happening? Why do I feel this tired?

I try to yell, but my mouth won't... can't move.

Whether I like it or not, I'm stuck here. I need to save my strength. Might as well sleep for now and reassess my situation, when I wake.

 

[CollStorm]

I slowly stir. Damn, it still feels like an anvil got dropped right on my head and back. I guess the best way to describe it would be in comparison to going back into a workout routine with heavy weights for the first time.

That first work out kills you and it stays with you a few days and the only way to feel better is to work out more and push through it, but in this case, I haven't done anything.


It's still dark, because my eyes are covered, but I can move a little. Actually, it feels like I got most of my large motor skills back.

As I slowly sit up, my right hand pushes down and I feel the mattress underneath me. Well, at least I've been a little bit comfortable in this situation. Now to actually see.

I reach up and take the blind fold off to find myself... in a fucking pitch black room!

I sit and feel around. Yes, I'm on a mattress and that appears to be it. I reach over and feel the hard cement over to the side of it.

I reach over with my left hand to finally feel the bracelet on my right wrist. I'm not sure if it's leather or not, but there is some sort of wire attached to it.

Getting up, I hold the wire and trace it's origins back to a small notch in the floor. There is some sort of track embedded in the floor. It's stops at a wall and continues around the bed.

I'm not sure what to make of it.

"Hello Trey" a voice says from out of nowhere.

I can barely make out the figure.

"Who are you?" I ask, but the answer is obvious.

"In the emails we exchanged over the past month, you have called me Zero."

"Where the hell am I?"

"You can easily find that out yourself, I have no need to tell you."

"How the hell am I going to find out anything? It's pitch black!"

The figure of the man known as Zero walks past me and towards the wall where the head of the bed is located.

"Have you ever thought about using the light switch?"

With that said, a flood of white light suddenly blinds me. I cover my eyes with my arms and huddle down, because of the awkward position of being naked in front of him.

As my eyes adjust I finally see my surroundings.

It's a plain room with a very high ceiling and bare floor. The entire room is painting grey and with the single light shining down high from the ceiling it looks like I could be inside some room at a mental institution.

There is the bed in the corner to my right. The light switch just to the left of the bed. A hole in the ground at the opposite corner of the room. I was also correct... there is a groove around the entire room and bed that a black wire is attached to. The wire then leads up to my right wrist to some sort of leather bracelet.

There are no windows... or doors.

"Where am I? What am I doing here?" I look up at Zero for the first time and I'm scared, but I don't know why.

He is exactly as he described himself. As I'm 6'4" he must at least be 6'8" and his weight I would estimate to be about 250 pounds. He appears to be in his mid 30's, is completely bald and is wearing a suit, and sunglasses that hide his eyes. He does appear to be muscular, but I can't tell about his other feature that he hyped up.

"You are here to play a game." he says to me with a smirk.

I'm naked, in an ugly room, with no door and he wants to play a game?

"And what if I don't feel like playing?"

"Well, then there is a specific consequence to that specific action. During the game, you're going to find that there are a few of these. They are there to protect the game itself from going off course." he says with a very serious tone.

"Then here me out... I'M NOT PLAYING YOUR STUPID FUCKING GAME!"

The man I've been emailing over the past month nods his head in disappointment, but then suddenly smiles.

"Rule number one: You shall obey or this is the result..."

Suddenly and without warning I feel the surge of electricity flowing from my right wrist, where the leather like attachment is on me, through the rest of my body. The feeling is the equivalent of being stabbed a billion times all over my body, but the knife is on fire.

"AAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

My body slumps to the ground and I stay huddled for a few seconds, catching my breathe. I look up at him in anger and decide to do something about it. I try to lunge at him, but the cord that is leading into the groove around the room suddenly retracts and my right hand is pinned to the floor.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME????"

Zero steps closer to me and slowly kneels down on his left knee. He takes off his sunglasses and looks me straight in eyes. His eyes.... his eyes are amazing. They are an aqua-marine color, like the water in the purest of swimming pools.

"You either play the game or you suffer. It's that simple. The game itself is going to be fun, I promise you that."

My body is still hurting and I don't know what I shall do. The wire suddenly lets up and I have some freedom again.

"The first thing Trey, is to stand up in front of me."

I hesitate.

"Do you need another reminder?"

Slowly, I get up to my feet. My hands immediately cover up my limp penis.

"You are exactly what you said. A couple of inches shorter than me and in great shape and your cock appears to be substantial, even in it's flaccid state. You also have a good amount of muscle, but what is this..."

Zero reaches out and touches my flat stomach, running his hand up and down.

"You don't seem to have a six pack. Perhaps you need to lay off the beer?"

The fact that I love beer, but refuse to drink it, because of my physique is a slap in my face.

"Oh and what do we have... hair?" his pun is bad.

His right hand, still on my stomach goes slowly down to my treasure trail and pubic hair, where he suddenly grabs a handful.

"You are to be shaven and we shall keep it that way for the remainder of the game, do you understand me?"

 

[CollStorm]

"yes" is all that I could muster.

"You shall also never cover yourself in this room. Doing so will result in another shock, do you understand?"

"yes... yes"

"Good, this is going to be fun. Now, as for the rest of the rules for this game..." he smirks at me.

"Rules?"

"Yes, any good game has to have a particular set of rules to stop the game from going off course or cheating, don't you agree?"

"I... yes... yes, I guess."

It's at that exact moment that I notice something weird is going on with his suit. Where the top button is on his jacket is a weird wrinkle... a lump. It appears to be moving...

"Good" he says to me and then adjust his jacket. "For every rule that is broken, there will of course be a consequence to go with it, do you understand?"

"Yes" is once again all that I can say, in light of what might happen.

"I know this isn't what you had in mind, but I assure you... you'll have fun and will learn more about yourself in the process. I will be very direct. You are here to please me sexually, but that leads to the second rule."

"And that is?"

"Rule number two: You shall not let me ejaculate."

I look at the imposing figure with a questioning look.

"What's the point of this, if we can't get off?"

"I never said you can't get off. You shall not let me ejaculate at all, not even once. I will give you no warning, when or how it might happen."

"And what happens if you do?"

Zero shifts his body and suddenly becomes more threatening.

"I'm afraid that is the most dire of consequences. You see, if you let me ejaculate... if you let me feel the pleasure of the semen traveling from my prostrate, to my balls, and out my urethra, I shall kill you."

"Excuse me?"

"I shall simplify it for you. If you allow me to cum even once, I shall end your life on this earth."

My heart races and tears start to flow down my cheeks. This man, the person that I've been talking to for the past month is threatening me with death.

"I... I don't want to play."

He smirks at me.

"You're very fortunate right now Trey. You see at this point I should send electricity through your body, but instead, I shall give you the third and final rule."

Zero, starts to unbutton his suit jacket.

"If you do not give 100% in pleasing me sexually, you're beautiful girlfriend Kara, shall meet her end. I promise you it will not come fast. It will be slow, yet it will satisfy me as I fuck her. Not only will I pound her with my huge cock, I shall make sure anal is the most painful experience for her, because I won't use lube."

The strength leaves my body as I crumple to my knees.

"Unfortunately, the same rule applies to her, as it does to you. If she allows me to cum I'll kill her. That too, will be slow... and painful. I also assure you... I will cum. Several times in fact, before I decide to end her."

I look up at the monster. Streams of tears pouring down my face.

"I will do whatever you want."

Zero smiles, because he knows that the choice is no longer there for me to resist. He then lifts his jacket right off, taking the shirt and tie with it. His muscles dwarf mine and his six pack is prominent, just like he claimed it would be.

Concealed, underneath were dress pants, that weren't actually pants. They're chaps and right in the middle is the lump that I saw in his suit. In the opening of the chaps is his exposed, rigid, ten inch cock. It reaches past his belly button and there are a couple of veins pumping the blood to keep it hard. He has pubic hair that is trimmed and his balls and taint look to be trimmed even closer, but you can see the hairs on his balls. The lump that was seen earlier was actually the purplish head that has a drop of precum dripping out of the slit right now.

The tears are still flowing, but I have a strange reaction to this whole situation. My cock is starting to swell and I can't deny the feeling overtaking me.

Zero steps forward and places the head of his swollen cock at my lips. I look up at him and await his next order.

"Suck!!!!"

 

[CollStorm]

Comments are welcome.

 

[malito]

Everything seems great except the killing part.

 

[CollStorm]

It's part of the plot.

 

[CollStorm]

Not sure if I should even try finishing this or not.

 

[AJnCJ]

Yes

 

[CollStorm]

I've been thinking about it and have decided that I'll write out the part this weekend.

 

[DJ84]

Excellent story man, dig the originality.

 

[CollStorm]

And I forgot all about it. I might update it soon. I already knew that plot details. I just have to flush it out.