Darkman

He enters the room in silence,
as he always has.

He comes to you in darkness.
The light is your companion, not his.

He is without sight,
but can feel you

in the currents of the black air
as they flow over your

helpless, strapped,
spread-eagled naked flesh.

His approach is invisible to you, his godlike face
unknown to you.

The first touch
is of his tongue on the back of your thigh.

You feel the electricity flow through you
as it traces its way upward to your ass

and then repeats its voyage
up your other limb.

When it finds your balls,
it licks them tenderly.

His fingernails trace circles on your naked back
as he takes each orb in his hungry mouth,

sucking them and licking them as he reaches beneath you
to find your trained and already hardened cock.

He squeezes it and strokes it,
as his mouth squeezes your balls, then

works its way up your crack, his tongue
tracing every millimeter of that crevice,

before it finds your now welcoming and widened
hole. It darts in and out of that door

while his practiced hand continues to clench and stroke
your stiff and obedient shaft.

You feel the cool of the lubricant as he smears it
and rises, his tongue now on your spine.

He licks you up and down your naked back, as you
feel his monster cock

sliding against your balls, seeking your nether passage.
He enters you, pushing apart your walls as he takes the leash in hand,

pulling you up by the collar, and your head arches back
as he drives his cock into you.

The pain is exquisite as he slides in and out of you,
ramming his way into the depth of your being.

His hands rediscover your cock and balls,
pumping them and squeezing them in time with

his violent thrusts in and out of you.
His tongue finds your neck,

licking its way up and down its length, before his
mouth engulfs your ear, nibbling it and

squeezing it with his teeth, while
he continues to squeeze your balls

and pump your eager shaft as he pounds his way
in and out of you with his rock-hard massive cock.

He cries out, pulling your head up by the leash
as he pumps a torrent of seed deeply within your bowels.,

Your own throbbing cock can hold out no longer,
and your jism pours out upon the bed.

You can feel its moistness on your naked chest,
as you collapse against the gurney,

and he falls on your naked back,
his cock still filling you, but shrinking.

You lie there, strapped in the darkness,
feeling his naked, hard body

lying on the gentle bed of your back,
his tongue still teasing your ears,

your soft breathing the only sound left
in the black silence.