Highway

College kid Jim Fit answered the wrong number scrawled on a bathroom wall. Now he’s chained in a basement, hood still on, and Alpha Wolfe is already at work. Alpha slaps Jim’s cock—hard, mean—then leans in and hisses that one phone call to Jim’s mom will ruin him. Jim sniffs the thick hair under Alpha’s pits, sweat and musk sharp in his nose. Alpha steps back, riding crop in hand, and starts smacking that aching dick, every strike making Jim’s balls bounce. He fists Jim slow and tight, edges him until Jim’s legs shake. Alpha unzips, feeds the kid his thick meat, and growls that no one comes until he does. Jim gags, drools, begs around the shaft, desperate for the word that will let his balls finally blow.