Page 137 of Brainwashed

His eyes assess me for a moment, something I can’t place shimmering in them. He licks his lips and drops his gaze. Then he gradually withdraws his fingers from my ass.

A noise escapes me, causing his eyes to jump back to mine. “You’ve never been fucked before?”

I know he’s not referring to the glass dildo, so I shake my head slowly. He rumbles, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. I try turning a little to see what he’s doing, but he pushes me back against the door.

Still, I can tell when his dick is out because he runs it along my ass crack.

“You think you’ll be able to handle all this dick on your first try?” he asks, smug but also like he’s sincerely wondering. I nod frantically. He pushes it between my cheeks. “I don’t have any lube…”

“What the fuck ever,” I gasp.

His hand slides down to my balls, and he grips them, squeezing until I whine. “Behave, monster.”

“Ahh… yes, sir. Sorry, Doctor,” I ramble, and he releases me. I let out a breath.

“That’s right,” he hums, then gives me his other hand and commands, “Spit.”

I do, spitting as much as I can in his palm. Then he does the same, using it to lubricate himself.Fuck, I think this might hurt, but I really don’t even care.

I think I might prefer it that way.

Suddenly, I feel a smooth, fat head pressing up against my asshole. I clench like an instinct, but he brushes his lips on my neck again.

“Let me in, Felix. You wanted this.”

Forcing my body to relax, I focus on the sinful feeling of his tip nudging its way up to my hole. Even then, it doesn’t go right in. But it tries to. He spits on his hand a few more times, running slippery fingers around where his dick is trying to tunnel its way inside me.

“None of the anal virgins I’ve ever fucked have made me work for it like this, Felix,” he breathes, pushing and pushing.

“I’m… I’m sorry.” I relax even more, bending at the waist to give him my ass.

“Don’t be,” he purrs in my ear. “I like it.”

“Fuck…” I moan. And finally, the head slips in.

I moan again. So does he.

My dick leaks more precum onto the floor while his silky round tip breaks through my ass. It feels fuckingphenomenalalready. I can’t even think. I’m all sensation.

“Jesus, that’s good.” Dr. Love’s voice is hoarse from behind me, gripping me tight while the very beginning of his dick just lingers inside me. “You’re making a mess all over the floor.”

“Can’t… help it.” My chest is burning with need, just like the burn below my waist as my head lolls back into him.

He bites my neck, inching farther inside me. “I can’t believe I’m fucking a serial killer…” I whine out loud and he shushes me. “Quiet, monster. Keep still and let me show you who’s boss.”

Just as his dick is blazing its unlubricated way inside me an inch more, we hear footsteps.

Dr. Love freezes. My breathing is heavy as hell, so he slaps his hand over my mouth.

They’re growing closer.

“Not a fucking word,” he hisses in my ear as the steps move right up to the other side of the door we’re on.

Then someone knocks.

My pulse is jumping like crazy inside me, blood rushing so loudly in my ears I can barely hear. And I can feel Dr. Love’s heart beating on my back, but he doesn’t seem anywhere near as nervous as I am as he rumbles, “Who is it?”

“It’s Dr. Johansson. Do you have a moment?”