Page 17 of Dolly

“Don’t worry. It’ll be fine.” I’m tugged forward, my bare feet scraping against the ground.

Air licks at my skin. All of my skin. My cock lies limp and exposed, just like the rest of me.

Bossman drags me to Cathy and tosses me like a rag doll over her ass. My hands slam onto the bench, and my pelvis hits her beaten ass. The impact makes her squeal.

“Get your cock hard, boy,” Bossman orders, but he might as well have told me to introduce him to God.

“I…no…” I push off the bench, trying to scramble off Cathy as a boot kicks into my ass. My cock lurches between her ass cheeks. I’m limp, but my cock pushes between her ass cheeks, like a smooshed hotdog inside a bun.

She goes rigid beneath me, her ass cheeks clenching around me.

They want me to fuck her.

Oh god.

“Brian!” Cathy cries out as soon as her tormentor rips the gag from her mouth.

“See, now she can scream for you. Get your cock ready.” Electricity zaps my back, and I jump. “Stroke yourself,” he orders, and another shock shoots through me.

“Fuck! Stop!” I turn, but he’s there, zapping and shocking me until I’m finally firm on my feet.

“Go on!” He aims the prod at my stomach, and I twist away just before the shock touches skin.

“Okay!” I put my hand out to ward him off and use my left hand to grab my dick. Nothing is going to wake my cock up, not with Cathy crying and the pain coursing through my body.

“That’s it. Good boy. Once you’re ready, you’re going to fuck her ass.” He moves in front of me, and I finally get a clear view of his face. Round, perfectly round, with fat pushing his eyelids nearly closed.

“I’m not…no!”

“Sure, you are,” the bearded man says in that sweet tone of his. The air burns my lungs.

Bearded man points a gun at Cathy.

“Wait. No.” I jerk my cock, harder, faster.Please! Please get hard!

He smacks her again and again with the knotted rope in his hand, lashing at her back.

“Stop it!” I scramble forward again, and a jolt of electricity burns into my thigh, paralyzing the muscles. “Fuck!”

“Better hurry up,” the bearded man says, pulling the hammer back.

Cathy’s head jerks up at the sound.

“Brian. It’s okay…it’s okay, just do it. It’s okay.” Fear drips from her plea.

My cock starts to react, and I stand behind her.

“Cathy.” I beg for anyone to make this stop. My cock softens again, but I tug harder. I clench my eyes, shutting off the view of her beaten ass. She whimpers softly, and I shake my head, trying to clear it. My heart beats harder. A bead of sweat rolls down my temple. Panic grips my throat, but I jerk harder and harder. A broken sob breaks loose, and it takes a full second for me to realize it’s coming from me. My cock slacks again.

“Go on.” Another shock to my back, and I ball my hands into fists, punching the bench beneath Cathy.

“Brian. Listen.” She sniffles. “It’s okay. Do it. Do what they say.”

I blink back helpless tears. I have a fucking badge. I have a gun. I have a brown belt for fuck’s sake. How is this happening?

Searing electricity bursts across my side. That fucking prod.

“Okay!” I spit on my hand, then work the saliva over my cock.

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