"That's it, hardening up for daddy. What a good boy." I grunted, moaning and tipping my head back. "Let's pull it out," he mused. "Oh... someone's excited today, isn't he?" "No," I choked. "Liar." He chuckled, pulling his hand up and down my length. I groaned. "We can't." "Shhhh..." he cooed, "no talking. But once you're ready to scream my name, feel free." "Scream your...?" He flicked on a lighter, gently lowering it to my cock. It didn't even touch my skin. I screamed out, "WOLF! WOLF! WAIT! WAIT!" "See?" he said, grinning. "Like that." ~~~~~ We used to be childhood friends, he took care of me, avenged me, protected me. And the day I turned eighteen, I forgot him. And he wasn't happy about that. While I spent my days, not able to recall my childhood friend, while I didn't recognize his face or his voice. He grew insane... and then he started plotting. Plotting to destroy me, to hurt me, to burn me. If there's one thing I should've learned, Don't tempt the punisher. Because he loves to make you scream. ***this is a malexmale romance***