The Bastard Was Fear Itself

As I stared at Ferrari all that I could think about was how much of a bastard he was and how much I hated him. With his legs manspread apart, he waited for his girlfriend's older brother to put on a 'show' for him.

"Don't get cocky." I gritted my teeth, "Who the hell is going to do that? You sick bastard!"

Indifferently he responded, "I had no clue you were an exhibitionist," while he spoke his eyes stayed glued to my pants. For some reason, speaking to this sick fuck seemed to get me more aroused.

Time was wasting and Camille would be back here to see me, I didn't have much time to waste. The bastard knew it too, that was why when I pressed my back against the door and defeatedly reached into my pants, he just watched with evaluating eyes.

Shit.

A spark ran through my body when my fingers grazed my hardened member. I was never this sensitive before, perhaps it had something to do with being watched?

Hell no!

That would mean I enjoyed being watched.

My fingers roughly snaked their way into my pants and with what little room I had to work with, I rubbed and massaged my dick in a circular motion, eager to get this over and done with.

"I appreciate the gesture, but I have to ask, just what the hell are you doing, Coco?" Ferrari's deep voice broke through my concentration, causing my heart to pound even faster.

"I said I wanted a show, so why are your pants still on?" He asked, as though he were a frickin five year old who didn't understand the situation.

"Are you insane—"

"Your pants." He inserted sternly, "Take, them off." He said in a demanding tone that sent a chill cascading my spine.

Had the circumstances been any different and we were the only two in this house, I would've done unimaginable things to this bastard, until he was begging and crying for me to stop.

Left with no choice, I let my pants fall to my ankles. He was a man, so I pegged that seeing another man's thing would disgust him so much he'd get soft and end this.

But he didn't say anything, at least not with his mouth. His eyes on the other hand were ravenous, their intent was so obvious that I almost let out a careless moan. I pressed my lips in the messiest manner to stop my voice from reaching out, but it only seemed to annoy Ferrari, whose impatience wasn't letting down.

"Touch yourself, I want to see what sort of face you'll make." His voice bounced off the walls, I wanted to tell him to tone it down, but Ferrari didn't look to care.

I resolved in my mind to just get this over with and go back to the dinner, feeling mortified, granted, but as far away from him as possible.

My chest pounded rapidly, out of control when I wrapped my palm around my pulsating dick, and then began to slowly stroke it, as though I were afraid of my own body. He made me that way, his eyes as they followed my fingers, caresss the sides of my member, and the little inaudible remarks I heard him say, assessing and berating me.

It was as though I was being graded on how well I could touch myself. Something I felt would come back to bite me in the ass.

"Lower your knees and spread your legs." His voice penetrated my thoughts.

"W-what?" I managed to say, despite the burning sensation settling in my chest.

"Don't make me say it again, Coco, or you'll regret it." Ferrari spoke, drawing my attention to the first two buttons of his shirt which had come undone and exposed some of his chest hair.

This bastard…

I complied, and spread my legs slightly apart and then lowered my knees until it looked like I was shoving my dick at him. He half smiled when our eyes met, and continued to stroke the bruise I caused on his lower lip.

The air around me turned thinner, my throat dried as I watched his gloved thumb caress his lips. My eyes trailed down his jaw, to the thick neck I always hated, all the way to his chest region.

He was a frickin twenty year old, this kid had no business having such a jacked upper body.

"Come closer."

Like hypnosis, I walked forward, until I stood a feet away from him. My hand naturally found it's way to my dick, and began to stroke it. Only this time it felt hotter, I was exposing everything to him, and he seemed enthralled by it. It placed me on a high, and before I knew it, my pace fastened.

A wave of pleasure shot through me, I circled my thumb around the tip of my cock, rubbing the precum around my shaft. My jaw lowered and heavy pants escaped when Ferrari's composed face contorted slightly into intrigue.

"Coco," he moaned passionately, "I must say you exceed my expectations. Your ass is on full display with the door unlocked, maybe you really are an exhibitionist."

What?

It was at that moment I began to ponder over whether or not I had locked the door after Camille left.

I turned to confirm, but Ferrari stopped me in my tracks, he reached out and held onto my erect dick. His grip through the gloves was so tight, that I almost ended up busting my load onto his palm.

"Are you crazy…Ahh…I have…Ahhh…to…" I couldn't form one coherent response, not with Ferrari holding my dick like it were a plaything.

"I didn't give you permission to do that, now did I?"

Permission? What the hell was this bastard going on about?

"You don't seem to understand the situation you're in. I'll just have to punish you, untill it's drilled into your head." He pressed harder on my dick and hardened his voice, "One way or the other."

I had felt fear before, I had had my life in danger in the past. But none of that held a candle to what I felt as I gazed at the unforgiving dark eyes of the man who held my dick in his hand.

While holding my dick even tighter he gave the next order. "Turn around and bend that ass over, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget."