I am Just Like You

I am just like him. I know his wants because they’re mine too. Same hunger. Same dark streak. So I take him. Strap him into the leather chair until escape isn’t an option. Bind his hands until they’re useless. Snap the gas mask over his face and control every breath he drags in. His head locked tight. Then I grip his cock and stroke. Slow. Hard. I feel it the same way he does, every twist, every squeeze, and I know exactly when he’s going to break. That’s why I love it. Every second of it.