A long time passed. Again he had no way to know how much time it actually was, but he
knew it was several hours. Many people passed that room, some smiling at him but most of
them with a look of the deepest sympathy on their faces as they saw him. He did not
recognize any of them.
Finally he saw a familiar face. For a second or two he could not place where he had seen
her before, but as the young woman walked into the room he remembered it was Dawn who he
had met in Dr Glory’s office.
A twinge of hope arose in him. There was no rational reason to feel hopeful. It just
seemed impossible, somehow, that such a young and beautiful girl could possibly leave him
here uncomfortably restrained and so exposed. A familiar face, someone he had met before,
someone who he had seen before he found himself on this bed, someone who knew he was a
normal man. Surely, surely she would release him. He tried to attract her attention, to
make her take notice of him. He tried to call to her, to tell her he needed to be
released, but no sound came out.
She turned, shut and locked the door, then took off the white labcoat she had been
wearing, revealing the same string bikini she had worn earlier. She walked over to the
bed and stared down at him, a look of disgust in her eyes. Seeing the startled and
worried expression on his face, she sneered.
"Right,” she said nastily, “I suppose you think girls like me spend their days
fantasizing about getting it on with out of shape middle-aged men? Think again, little
man, think again. But I`m here to do a job and at least I will enjoy the suffering you
will be put through."
Derek glared and struggled, now quite sure that this whole setup was some sort of bizarre
trick, and that the advertisement he had answered was far from truthful.
"Oh," Dawn taunted. "The big, strong man is glaring at me. Why, I`ll bet
he`d teach me a lesson if he could get free."
Her mocking tone pushed his buttons exactly as she intended and he struggled even more,
still glaring at her and trying to speak. She started removing the contraption from over
his genitals.
"Throw your little temper tantrum," she said calmly. "It won`t do you any
good."
As she spoke she slowly began playing with his cock and balls. In spite of his anger, he
was beginning to writhe in arousal at her teasing touch. She loosened his gag just enough
for a little sound to escape, and then she went back to lightly teasing his cock. His
moans of anger were turning to whimpers of desire and frustration as she lightly blew on
his cock and it stood straight up. She just sat on the bed beside him, slowly caressing
him every time he started to wilt.
After a while she went to the bathroom and found some vaseline. Slowly and deliberately,
making sure he was watching her every movement, she coated her right hand with it. Just
seeing her rub the slippery lubricant all over her hand was enough to make his cock
harden. She clasped her greased hand around his hardness, and started giving him slow,
agonizing strokes.
"Yes, the middle-aged out of shape pervert loves having the firm, hot young girl
play with his dick, doesn`t he?"
He only moaned.
"Nod and admit that you want me to play with it, or I`ll stop," she smirked
cruelly.
He nodded ‘Yes!’
"Good boy. But you know that I would not really have stopped anyway? It might be a
pleasure for you right now, but soon it’s going to be torture, absolute torture.”
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