[FOURTH TIME]
For the fourth time, you find yourself in that empty building. After work, your feet brings you there. You never question your actions. You just know, that there is an afternoon in a week when you find yourself there.
As soon as you step inside the abandoned structure, you pull up your shir and pull down your pants. Aside from your flipflops, all you wear is a dark blue designer brief. You do not remember how you got such a fancy underwear. You simply dismiss that your girlfriend got it for you.
You hold and test the elasticity of the brief's garter. And then you snap it back to your waist. You find a full length mirror after a few steps inward. You know it will always be there when you enter that place.
You look at your reflection. Your body is magnificent. You are muscular and defined. The rips and cuts of your flesh is apparent. Your trips in this place give you the extra urge to work out more diligently.
You automatically find the stairs. You continue walking until you are out and on the second floor's ledge. You lean on the metal. You pose, making sure your muscles are prominent.
From nowhere he comes to you, like you know he will always do once you are there. Your mind starts taking you back to why you frequent this place.
"Looking good," says the old hunky man, wearing only leather pants.
"Thank you, Sir," you mumble in reverence.
Then it all floods back to you: how he met you months ago and told you about a cheap office space for your new business; how when he brought you to that building he looked into your eyes and snatched away your sanity and control; how everytime you go there, a group if men has paid to use you sexually.
"This group paid immensely. So, do not disappoint," he tells you strictly.
You bow your head and respond, "yes sir."
"Go now."
"Can I request sir? A dose of energy drink?"
He grins at you. "Fine."
You kneel in front of him, open his fly and suck on his cock. You need his cum. The drink that will keep you up through the night.
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