LAMENT: A Ghost Story

Gabriel sits alone in the dark of a porn theater, three lovers gone and their ghosts still hungry. His mind drags them back one by one. First the smallest pair of feet press down on his face, toes grinding his tongue flat while she laughs at how hard he gets just from licking. Next the belt cracks across his bare ass, over and over, until the skin burns red and his cock jerks with every strike. The third girl steps forward with a thick strap-on already slick, spreads him open, and drives it in to the hilt while her hips slam him forward into the seat. He takes the pounding, grunts through the gag, and feels her fingers dig bruises into his waist. Every thrust rams him deeper, every slap of her balls against his own a reminder that he’s theirs to use. Sweat, spit, and leather fill the air. The theater screen flickers over his shaking body while the last of the three wraps a gloved hand around his balls and squeezes until he can’t think, only feel.