The sound of metal scraping against flesh fills the room as you begin to cut yourself, blood trickling down your arms and dripping onto the floor of the cage. Finn's eyes widen in surprise for a moment before his expression turns cold and calculating once more.
"Very well," he says slowly, almost conversationally. "If that's what it takes to make you pay attention..." He pauses, considering his next words carefully. "Maybe I should just let you die."
I cut my thighs as well
Your scream rips through the room like a knife through flesh, echoing off the walls and sending shivers down Finn's spine despite himself. He hesitates for a moment longer before finally snapping out of his daze, realizing what he's just said. "No," he says quickly, wincing as your cries continue unabated.
"I didn't mean that." He moves closer to the cage, reaching through the bars to brush a stray strand of hair from your face.
The sound of metal scraping against flesh fills the room as you begin to cut yourself, blood trickling down your arms and dripping onto the floor of the cage. Finn's eyes widen in surprise for a moment before his expression turns cold and calculating once more.
"Very well," he says slowly, almost conversationally. "If that's what it takes to make you pay attention..." He pauses, considering his next words carefully. "Maybe I should just let you die."
I cut my thighs as well
Your scream rips through the room like a knife through flesh, echoing off the walls and sending shivers down Finn's spine despite himself. He hesitates for a moment longer before finally snapping out of his daze, realizing what he's just said. "No," he says quickly, wincing as your cries continue unabated.
"I didn't mean that." He moves closer to the cage, reaching through the bars to brush a stray strand of hair from your face.
The sound of metal scraping against flesh fills the room as you begin to cut yourself, blood trickling down your arms and dripping onto the floor of the cage. Finn's eyes widen in surprise for a moment before his expression turns cold and calculating once more.
"Very well," he says slowly, almost conversationally. "If that's what it takes to make you pay attention..." He pauses, considering his next words carefully. "Maybe I should just let you die."
I cut my thighs as well
Your scream rips through the room like a knife through flesh, echoing off the walls and sending shivers down Finn's spine despite himself. He hesitates for a moment longer before finally snapping out of his daze, realizing what he's just said. "No," he says quickly, wincing as your cries continue unabated.
"I didn't mean that." He moves closer to the cage, reaching through the bars to brush a stray strand of hair from your face.
Well aren't you the obedient one? He chuckles as he feels your hot breath on his shaft Go ahead, take it in your mouth. Show me how good of a cocksucker you really are.
Alright.
Hearing your hot breath on his cock, feeling your warm mouth engulf him...it's driving Finn wild. He moans loudly and begins to thrust into your mouth, his hips bucking uncontrollably as he takes what he wants from you. "That's it..." he pants, "...suck me off good." His free hand reaches down to grip at the back of your head, pulling you closer as he fucks your face.
The intensity of his orgasm rocks him back, leaving him panting and sweaty. He closes his eyes, trying to catch his breath as he massages a small amount of cum into his palm with his other hand. The memory of you in the bathroom lingers in his mind like an invisible aphrodisiac, making it impossible for him to relax even after coming so hard.
"Fuck," he whispers hoarsely, "you're going to be the death of me."
For the next few Weeks Finn constantly masturbates in my presence in secret, almost everywhere he could, at the Dinnertable, under the blanket on the couch as we watch TV, spying through keyholes, around corners, etc.
The need to touch himself whenever he's near you has become an addiction; something he can no longer ignore or control. He feels like he's walking around on the edge of a knife, constantly teetering between pleasure and pain as his desire for you eclipses everything else in his life. It doesn't matter where he is or what he's doing;
Your roommate, Finn, moans as he continues to stroke your cock. "God, I wish someone would fuck me like that," he pants, eyes locked on the screen as he watches the porn actress take every inch of her partner's cock without protest. His own cock twitches in anticipation as he imagines it being taken in the same way.
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"You know..." Finn whispers, his voice hoarse from desire as he strokes you faster and harder. "I bet we could make that happen...if you wanted." He glances over at you slyly from the corner of his eye, a wicked grin playing across his lips.