For everyone who read my 1st story, thanks. Inspiration has struck once again. I hope to have another 10 parts or so.....


The Quiet One II.

It was Sunday morning and Dan was driving home, his was cock contracted and sore, he didn’t even see the day around him he was too lost in his thoughts. Every route his brain tried to take it always ended in a wall of Devon. “Am I some type of sick person to like to be treated with paddles and punishments”, he said aloud to himself. His ass was sore, every muscle in his body ached and throbbed, but then he looked in the mirror. The man who looked back wasn’t the same man who drove this car 48 hours ago. The face was the same, but the glow and the eyes weren’t his at all, and he loved it. He found as he stared at his face and started thinking about being tied up and taken in that lovely woman’s basement, he was starting to get hard. He pushed away the thoughts as the pain of soreness grew in his member.

He pulled into his driveway and stopped the car. The panties he was wearing grew tight around his cock and showed no sign of loosening. He hurried into the house before one of his conservative neighbors could see his pants pointing his way to the door. The door closed behind him and he walked over to the wall and checked his answering machine. It said 2 on it and he shook his head knowing it was just his mom, after all no one else called him. He pushed the button and walked across the room as it played. Dan pulled off his shirt and reached the window and pulled the curtains shut. Sure enough the message played and it was his mother wondering why he hadn’t called on Saturday. He walked over and deleted it, and then the 2nd message came on. The message came on and it was blank, he got ready to his the delete button and then heard what sounded like the phone being placed on a table, so he stopped to listen. The next thing he heard was a voice, Devon’s voice, and she was speaking to someone the way she had spoken to him. He heard her say something muffled about being bad and it was followed by the sounds of a smack.

That was all it took and Dan felt the head of his cock swell. He quickly dropped onto the nearby couch dropping his pants as he went. He gripped his cock and gave it a squeeze near the head, the pre-cum quickly coming to the tip. Without even realizing he was doing it, he took his finger and dipped it into the pool and took it to his lips. He tasted it and if possible making him harder, the pain in his cock quickly going away with each throb of his head. The machine kept up it message and now he heard her saying something about a couch and that is when he heard his own voice. It was the recording of their session when he came on the velvet couch.

That was all it took for Dan. He began jerking his cock, his hand gripping it just below the head rather roughly. He felt his testicles pull up towards him and a wave come over him making his hair tingle. He began to spurt all over his hand and head of his cock. On the message he heard himself doing the same thing and being scolded for making a mess, it was just like being there again. The message clicked off and the last shiver ran down Dan’s body. He leaned back into the couch while his breathing slowed. He looked down at his quickly descending cock and thought about how many times he had done that in the last few days and didn’t think he should stop anytime soon. He grabbed nearby tissue and wiped himself up. He got up from the couch and shrugged off his pants. As he walked down the hall towards the shower, he quickly stopped turned around and pressed save on the message, may want to keep that one for a while, just a while.

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Love...the slowest form of suicide.