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The thing he should be
regretting was that he’d never told his father to go fuck himself. Not regret
over licking a woman’s breasts. Even if those delectable breasts belonged to
Emma.
    It had been hot that day and she’d been sweaty. Would she
have tasted salty? Or would she have tasted of some other more mysterious
feminine lotion she rubbed on her body after a shower? He’d kill to know. Hell,
he’d kill to be the one to rub the lotion into her skin.
    His cock hardened a fraction in his hand. The tile floor had
warmed under his ass, covered by his pants. He hadn’t bothered baring his ass
this morning, and simply unzipped and pulled his cock out. If he’d been worried
that first day about producing a daily semen sample, he shouldn’t have been.
One passing thought of Emma and he was hard as a rock, ready to go.
    He thought about her silky hair, usually spilling out of a
messy bun. He’d never seen her dressed with makeup and done-up hair. A groan
escaped him and he tightened his grip on his shaft at the thought of Emma with
crimson lips and a little dress showing more than a hint of cleavage. She could
wear fuck-me high heels with him and still only come up to his shoulder.
    His hand moved faster. Harder.
    He held back, not ready to come yet. He wanted more time
with dressed-up imaginary Emma. He imagined them walking into a restaurant. He
was actually wearing fancy shit. Clothes that had never seen the inside of his
closet. He’d do it for Emma. When he got out of here, he vowed he’d take Emma
to dinner. To a place with tablecloths and candles and specials of the day.
    Harsh pants escaped his lips, filling the room, and his ass
shifted on the tile floor. He was getting closer. His left hand made a grab for
the sterile cup and he held it at the tip of his leaking cock. He was getting closer
to the moment he looked forward to every time.
    His eyelids fluttered as he visualized Emma on her knees,
mouth on his cock, sucking for all she was worth. He was a blowjob virgin. But
shit, he wanted Emma’s sweet lips sucking his cock. Her on her knees sucking
his dick meant she wanted him for more than his enhanced semen. She
wanted him as a man and more than a breeding partner. At the visual, his balls
tightened painfully and the pressure built. The come gathered and moved up the
south side of his penis, finally releasing in spurts and hitting the plastic
cup bottom with wet splats.
    It took a few minutes for his chest to relax and stop its
up-and-down movement from the exertion. When his heart slowed from sprint to
stroll pace, he roughly shoved his cock in his jeans and zipped them up. He
placed the cup on the floor to the right of the door, then got about planning
his day.
    Sit-ups first or push-ups? Maybe he’d break it up by jogging
in place. He didn’t have a mirror, but a quick glance down told him what he
already knew. His abdominal muscles stuck out in stark relief. He’d always been
cut, but now he was nearing zero body fat and all muscle. When he did get out
of here, Emma would take one look and run the other way. His exterior finally
matched his insides. Harsh, cruel with no softness to spare.
    He jerked his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the
sole blanket in a crumple on the floor under the window. His captors thought
they were being cruel giving him the one blanket without a mattress or a
pillow. Little did they know his father had ensured the one blanket looked like
luxury.
    As a kid he’d had to earn his bed each day, and he rarely
had. No one, adult or child, could measure up to his father’s astronomical
standards. More nights than not, he’d slept shivering under a thin blanket on
the floor next to his small camp cot. The shit he’d catch from his dad was not
worth sneaking onto the thin mattress in the middle of the night. Somehow Dad
always knew and the punishment made the meager luxury of sleeping on the cot
not worth it. He’d learned to get comfortable on the floor.
    He got into