Page 25 of Straightjacket

This one is particularly tough but, only causes momma to moan louder.

“Ohhh,” a guttural moan vibrates through her. “My sweet... sweet boy, you’re making momma so so proud.”

I grin at her praise and dive back in again, forcing my tongue as far as it will go until she’s gripping at my roots, her thighs tightening around my head. She grinds against my mouth until her acidic cum sprays into my mouth and I swallow it down, slurping at her juices until I’m forced to come back up for air.

“Did... I do good, momma?” I ask, seeking out her approval. She nods, a hazy glow in her eyes as she cups my cheek, in a way that only a mother could.

“You did so well, sweetheart. You always do, now how about I fix that little problem of yours down there?” Her gaze drops to my erect cock and I eagerly stand, excitement flooding my veins as she wraps her wrinkled hand around it. I hiss at the contact, and she instantly begins to stroke me, pushing the loose skin back and forth.

I half expected her to be happy about pleasing me, instead her brows furrowed.

“What’s... what’s wrong?” I whimper between moans as she continues to stroke me.

“I did mention to your stupid father when you were born about all this loose skin, I suggested a circumcision, but he wasn’t having any of it.”

Circumcision?

Immediately my blood runs cold but she doesn’t stop, instead she tugs harder, more vigorously and my knees begin to buckle, a stinging pain shooting down my length as she pulls the skin back.

“Momma... that’s, fuck, that’s painful.” I hiss through gritted teeth and she rolls her eyes, quite clearly annoyed at my complaining.

“Oh, don’t be silly, Peter.” Sweat spreads across my skin at the sound of my name.

“A... Alice?” I stutter and she grins; disgust smeared across her face.

“You’re quite the disgusting boy, aren’t you? Coming in here, wanting your mother like this. I should cut this puny penis off for the way you’re behaving!”

Panic claws at my throat and I try to pull myself out of her grip, but it only makes her tighten her hand more until I can feel the thin skin on the underside of my cock threatening to snap.

“S... stop! Please, stop!” I cry out but it’s no use, and with one final tug, she rips the skin back and I immediately see stars. Pain lances through my cock and I stumble backwards, cupping myself to stop the bleeding.

“What have you done?!”

Alice looks at me with pure disdain, her lips curled downwards. She yanks the nightgown back over her legs and crosses her arms over her chest. “It’s only what you deserve for being such a disgusting, wretched, little boy. Your father would be mortified, downright ashamed of you for what you’ve become. Call yourself a doctor? I don’t think so. You’re nothing but a perverted monster. Now get out.”

Blood seeps between my fingers and I quickly tuck myself back into my trousers, the shame of what I’ve done hitting me like a brick. If anyone else spoke to me that way, I’d have them sent to the morgue regardless of if they were alive or dead, but I can’t help but feel hurt. Scolded like a naughty child, and maybe that’s what I am to momma.

Nothing but her wretched son.

Tears burn the backs of my eyes as the guard shoves me down the hallway and away from Silas, and whenever I try to look behind me to see where he is, I’m rewarded with a smack to the back of the head.

“Keep fucking walking.”

As much as I want to claw his face off, I must remember what Silas said to me. “We’ve gotta play by their rules, yeah?” But how long can I keep playing this game? I’m exhausted and the fire inside of me is slowly dwindling away.

Once we reach the end of the hallway, the guard keeps a firm grip on the handcuffs and swipes his card to unlock the door in front of us. The sensor turns green, then he quickly slips it back into his pocket and pushes me through.

Maybe having one of those cards is our way out of here? But how the fuck do I get a hold of one?

I have no time to ponder on it, instead he escorts me further into the room and unlocks the handcuffs. Immediately I bring my hands forward to rub the abrasions on my wrists, wincing slightly at the angry red marks that mar my skin.

Just as I’m about to ask him where I am, he gives me a deadly smirk and begins to close the door behind him. “Good luck, you’ll need it.”

My brows drop in confusion, and I can feel the anxiety clawing at my throat. “What do you mean, good luck? Where am–”

A door on the opposite side of the empty room opens, and then another one, revealing two other women dressed the same as me. One of them looks like they’re ready to eat me alive, and the other keeps her head down, baby pink hair covering her face.

“Well, well well... if it isn’t The Silent Killers pet? I heard you were the one to get him back in here, thanks for that by the way, we’ve really missed him.”