The Executioner reads the sign, a low, neutral grunt his only response. He threads the string of the sign around my neck and I catch an upside down glimpse of the message. “Mouth only.”
No, no! I want to say. Don’t use me only like that.
He stands back, arms folded. He tilts his head from side to side, perhaps trying to decide if he should bother with me at all. I blink and the tears fall again. This seems to move him. He reaches down and, from a cunningly hidden fold in his briefs, draws forth his erect c**k.
Carefully, precisely, he places it inside my mouth, easing it all the way back to my throat with plenty to spare outside. When he pushes an inch my eyes go wide in fear. Any further and I’ll choke. I’m at his mercy.
He backs off and I breathe a sigh of relief. He doesn’t push so
