You'll never see the light of day (4)

I felt him position me so that my nuts rested on top the table corner. His hard cock was prodding my lower back through his pants. The material felt luxurious against my bare skin. Everything about him had daddy energy, right down to his patent leather shoes, one of them still slick from my cum. I was looking right at it when I asked, "so... You know I'm innocent?"

"I didn't until you shined my shoe. Or atleast, I wasn't sure." He cranked a lever protruding from under the table while holding me in position. The table rose with each crank, slowly forcing me onto my tip toes. He raised it so that I was barely reaching the ground while my body weight rested on my nuts. The pain was slowly getting to me.

He unzipped his pants behind me and yanked my boxers down. "You see," he sounded a little breathy now, "the unsub we're after is supposed to be a loner who works a minimum wage job, in manual labour, poorly educated and has issues making social bonds. Spread your cheeks." He grabbed my cock and began to tug on it, hard while his other hand worked his own cock.

I leaned forward a little, whining as my balls protested and lined my asshole against his cock. He pushed into me in a single stroke. "No lube and yet you take all of me without a complaint. It's like you're made to be a bottom," his words came out barely concealing a grunt, "and that's what proved your innocence, even though you fit the profile to a T and were seen interacting with all our victims and the cop who was killed."

I couldn't think straight, with my balls holding up the rest of my torso. He put his hands on my waist and slowly lifted me up, as if I was a ragdoll. I could feel his cock gently slither out of my hole. Halfway through, he let me go, impaling me on his dick while my nuts slammed down on the table corner.

The scream that came out of me was animalistic. My legs involuntarily closed hard around the table while I bent forward panting, both palms on the table, trying to push upwards and get some weight off of what was left of my nuts. My treacherous cock was hard and leaking precum. He reached forward and scooped a little of it off the table and smeared it on my chest.

"You work for a cleaning company. You scrub toilets and mop floors for people who can afford to pay losers like you more than the bare minimum you make. You live in a one bedroom studio and share a toilet with three other men. You've never had a woman touch you of her free will and you certainly can't afford a hooker."

He was slowly lifting me up again, despite the resistance my legs were putting up, trying to hold on to the table.

"You were hired to clean each of the victims' house three days before their bodies were found. All women, all sexually assaulted and tortured. You were also questioned by a cop who was found sodomised and murdered. We found your company's name in his notes and dug around to find you."

He didn't drop me this time. Instead I was pulled back down his shaft, stopping just short of slamming my nuts again. He lazily stroked my cock and mused, "But you're a masochist. You can't hurt a girl, let alone a 6'3" authority figure. But by now, you must know who the killer is. He's in your circles, a mirror of you in all aspects but one."

I could feel my climax churning in my lower abdomen. I was on the edge of cumming, just one crucial step away. My head was trying to make sense of his words but it was flooded with one overwhelming thought: to cum. I tried bucking against his cock, trying to get him to move inside me. He remained maddeningly still.

I used all my will to lift myself up on my arms, slowly moving up his shaft and then down again,careful not to hurt my balls. His hand kept working my dick but not fast enough to let me cum. He seemed to be enjoying my slow crawl up and down his cock. "You're not going to cum like that," there was an undercurrent of amusement in his words, "here, let me help you."

He lifted me up again, faster than last time, and brought me down hard. I felt my arse meet his pelvis at the same time my balls flattened against the table. WHAM I keened as he lifted me up again and slammed down, over and over, each time squishing my balls between my pelvis and the cold hard wood.

My cock remained ram rod straight through the assault, twitching as it neared climax. I had lost count of the times my balls met the table when it shot ropes after ropes of cum, painting the table in streakes of pearly white. His hands left my waist and I fell forwards on to the cum, exhausted and in pain beyond measure, while he started thrusting inside me.

As he worked towards his release, i could finally process all that was happening. Someone I knew was a serial killer.

But who? I thought back to how i got into this mess. Why was I in the forest in the first place? Right. My friend brought me. Jess. We worked together. He and I were often paired together... on cleaning jobs.. he was also there... When the cop questioned me.. the dead cop... Who got on both of our nerved because he was so ... So arrogant... ..............................

We lived in the same shared apartment, Jess and I. He hated every client we had, always talking about "entitled rich bitches" and "gold diggers". He hated his job because cleaning was a woman's job, he said.

And there was that night, the one night neither of us talked about afterwards, when we both got drunk talking about how girls never paid us any attention. We were talking about how we would fuck a girl, the fantasies we would act out, and it ended up with me grabbing his junk. We had sex in my bedroom that night, Jess was on top. Neither of us could cum until he grabbed my balls in frustration, saying how looking at them kept turning him off. He squeezed them until I screamed at him to let go. It made him cum in me so hard he kept dry grinding against my butt afterwards, fingers still wrapped tight around my package. I came too, partly from his moans in my ear, partly from the pain. .....................

I was awoken from my thoughts by a sudden snap against my thighs. He was speeding up and i could feel his cock twitching inside me. He leaned forward and bit my shoulder as he came inside me, cum leaking out from between us. As he pulled out of me, I started talking. About everything.

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I was at the recieving end for so long that I was timid at first to give it back. Jess was tied to a pole, his ankles kept apart by a spreaderbar. He was saying something, pleading until I shoved my boxers in his mouth. A familiar voice whispered in my ear, "do you wanna start or should I?"

Jess squirmed more as I walked towards him, eyes focused on his package. I had picked up a baseball bat, hefty but light enough for me to swing. The cop stood watching, something like a glint of pride in his eyes.

I swung the bat hard, landing right between Jess's legs. His briefs soaked in blood stained piss at the first swing. His screams came out muffled as i swing once more, this time lifting him off the ground a little.

I knew the cop would never let me leave. If I talked, he could loose everything. I was fine with it. The outside world had nothing that I wanted. In here, this torture room, I was fed thrice a day and got fucked every night by a man who would stop at nothing to make me cum. And I had Jess for entertainment.