Page 36 of Shadowman
This is nuts. This conversation I’m overhearing is almost as insane as the fact that I’m under the Warden’s desk right now, jaw sore from sucking his giant, evil dick.
It wouldn’t take a genius to decode what they’re sort of dancing around here.
Wilkerson’s dead. No one can know. You have to take care of it.
All signs point to The Ivory making Velle dispose of the body.
But Velle said…I don’t want to do it again.Meaning, he’s done it before.
My spine stiffens.How many times? How many bodies??
How often has Velletaken care ofsomething for him?
My guess would be a lot.
I don’t have time to obsess over it any further, though. Because the Warden is slowly lowering his zipper once more.
Um… what?
Reaching forward, he grasps my jaw, tugging me back to his cock. And just like before, the hesitation is minimal. I give in easily and welcome him back into my mouth.
I mean… I’m already down here…
Might as well ride this wicked locomotive straight to hell.
Easing myself in between his legs for a better position, I pick up where I left off, losing myself in blowing him. Bobbing up and down beneath his desk, slurping on the Warden’s thick cock whileJohn fucking Chevelle, Head Correctional Officer of Alabaster Pen and one of Manuel Blanco’s most loyal pets, is standing right on the other side of this sturdy wooden structure.
Watching…? I assume he is. I haven’t heard him move.
And the idea that he might be… intrigued by this little show, or maybe evenarousedby it, has me pulsing even more precum into my already damp boxers.
I’m out of my fucking mind. Practically in outer space. This is so intense; I feel like I could come and cry and collapse allat once. In fact, there are tears streaming down my cheeks, and now my dick won’t stop leaking. My mouth is overflowing with saliva, helping me to suck sloppily. It’s probably loud, but I can barely hear anything over the rush of blood in my ears.
“I know you’ll handle it, Jonathan. Because you’re strong… and capable…” The Warden goes on speaking, but his voice is echoey and muffled, being drowned out by the sounds of messy wet suction and my soft, eager little secret slut breaths.
He sounds sinister. In my head, he’s Satan.
And I’m on my knees, cuffed, under his desk… Sucking on the wicked dick of Lucifer.The fallen angel.
His fingers caress my face gently as he croons, “You’re just what I need, you know that, right?”
I nod frantically, sucking almost mercilessly on his big cock, sticking my tongue out to cradle the shaft, trying like hell to throat him deep enough to lick his balls.
Am I doing well for you?
Are you enjoying this?
Use my mouth…Fuck, please pour cum down my fucking throat, evil Daddy.
“Good boy,” he praises, and I fucking break.
Cum begins throbbing uncontrollably from my cock, soaking the entire inside of my boxers. It feels like I’m melting into a puddle, just trying to breathe through my nose and not openly weep on him while he asks Velle, “Will that be all, Officer?”
Velle mumbles a weak, “Yes, sir.” Then I hear him stomping away, leaving and closing the door behind him.
My sucking has slowed way down, but I’m still on it, basking in the high of what just happened. A wave of vitality washes over me, unlike anything I’ve ever felt. A fullness,completion, but also control. I’ve never felt so powerful… It’s wild.
This… is what Ren feels.
