[CAUGHT SLACKING]
"What do you think you're doing?!"
From my resting position on the bench, I immediately get up upon hearing his voice.
The man crosses his arms upon entering the room that he kept me in.
"Why are you not working out?" He is angry.
I lie prone on the little bench-- the only tool he provided me-- and I start doing push ups.
"I want you to do one hundred. You're slacking again."
I counted loudly. My muscles start to shake as I reach midway of the target.
"Remember why you are here you worthless scum."
Of course I remember. And I deeply regret. I should not have thought of stealing from his office while I was working for him as his body guard.
I wish he just sent me to jail.
But instead, he punished me by puting me in the basement of his house. Locked with nothing else but darkness. He wanted me to workout and make my body more muscled and stronger.
He forced pills on me. It kept me fed even if I did not ingest any food.
It also kept me in a continuous state of horniness. My dick is straining in my briefs.
"Stand up," he orders after I finish one hundred. And I comply.
The rich, old man removes his clothes. I kneel down. He slaps his erection on my face.
I know what to do. I suck him. I suck his cock so deep. After two days of being left alone in a state of mind numbing horniness, I will do anything to get off.
I need this cock in my ass. I need to cum.
After a few minutes, pulls out his dick off my mouth. "Show me your ass."
Excitedly, I turn around, remove my briefs and bend over.
I feel his crooked penis entering me and fucking me with anger.
I cum after a few thrusts. I cry in ecstasy and pain and wonder how long this punishment will last.
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