Page 8 of Lonely
My own cock was rock hard, but I wasn’t ready to give in to his wicked charms just yet. No, whores like him deserved a taste of their own medicine.
As I came to stand in front of him, my hands fisted at my sides. I took in his engorged balls. They were full, round, and flushed, and bursting to the brim with semen-rich cum.
A young man like him could come and then be hard again within minutes.
A stallion.
A dirty, disgusting young man who needed to be handled properly.
I snapped another photograph. My cock strained against my pressed pants, the ache settling the storm brewing inside me.
Pain was good.
Pain was what separated boys from men.
I set the camera down on the desk and moved to the metal wheelie tray in the corner, where I kept the tools for minor surgical procedures. The scalpel I left out last night gleamed in the dim light.
I picked it up, smiling as I returned to my patient.
When I stroked my hands over his shoulders and neck, he tried to lift his heavy head, but it would be a long time before the sedative wore off. I’d sedated enough people in my time to know exactly what kept them awake and screaming . . . and what killed them.
I lowered myself to my haunches in front of him and trailed the scalpel over his swollen balls, admiring how round they were. A young man like him had to be stopped before he spread his evil beyond these walls.
God knew he had Anna in his sights.
A stab of jealousy hit me, and I ground my teeth to stop myself from doing something I’d regret.
As I nicked his skin, the wet patch on the front of my pants pressed tighter against my throbbing crown.
I paused and inhaled deeply.
God help me.
This man had already crawled beneath my skin.
Gripping the armrests, I leaned in and sucked the crimson pearl from his balls.
The moment the coarse hairs tickled my lips, I closed my mouth around the sensitive flesh and drew his testicle in.
His musky taste, mixed with the tang of copper, was a heady blend of sin and destruction.
I nicked his other testicle, too.
When he made a low sound of pain, I sealed my lips around it.
One day soon, when he was strapped to my table and covered in cum, his balls shrivelled and empty, I would have his testicles cut out so I could keep them for myself.
At least then Anna, with her tacky ankle bracelet, wouldn’t be able to steal what was mine.
I glanced up from between his legs and swirled my tongue over his balls. His eyes were closed. His lips parted slightly.
What I craved were his thoughts. Oh, what I wouldn’t have given to cut out each one and dissect them in the midnight hour while an owl hooted in the woods outside.
If only I could sit at my desk, my small lamp the only light, and pick apart his deepest desires.
I rose to my feet and lifted his chin between my finger and thumb. “That’s enough for our session today. I will see you again real soon.”
Ispent too much time thinking about my latest patient. He was on my mind even as I took notes at my desk.
