Your cock is beautiful – 20

I made a jerking motion with my head towards the door. I was calling him out.

“Ms Kallis?” I said, raising my hand.

She looked up at me, surprised at the interruption.

“Uh…yes?”

“I need to go to the bathroom.” I said standing up, not waiting for an answer.

She nodded meekly as I walked towards her, and left through the door on her right. I dug my hands into my pockets and hurried along the corridor to the male bathroom. I walked into the small room, only containing a few urinals and one stall, as well as two sinks. I walked to the center of the room, in front of the sinks with my back to the cubical wall, and turned to face the door.

I could see myself in the mirrors over the sinks. I didn’t look ready for this. I looked afraid. And my eyes widened further in terror as I heard heavy footsteps approach the door.

Suddenly it burst open, and the huge bulk of Mike stormed in.

“You!” he growled, and lunged forward.

He punched me squarely in the chest, hard. I felt the breath being pushed out of me, and a deep pain shocked my body. I stumbled backwards and slammed against the cubical.

“What the fuck, faggot!? You wanna go?” he exclaimed angrily.

I regained my footing, and stared into his eyes.

“Fuck you.” I said, my voice sounding surprisingly steady.

He bellowed with rage and lashed out again, delivering a crushing blow to the ribs on my right, and another to my still painful chest. I didn’t try to dodge, or defend myself in any way. I couldn’t. He was too big, too fast. He’d probably beaten up a hundred guys like me for fun, and I’d never even thrown a punch. So I took the hits, and was once again thrown back against the cubical, crashing hard against it and causing it to shake and clatter. Before I could get my footing, he threw another punch out that smashed into my mouth.

The pain was intense and it shook me to my bones, but I gritted my teeth. I wasn’t going to let myself be beaten by this. I wasn’t going to be controlled and dominated by some needle dicked asshole.

I told myself that he was nothing as I took another shaky step towards him, righting myself.

“What have you got to say for yourself now, bitch?” he asked smugly.

I took a deep breath, which was incredibly difficult.

“Fuck. You.” I panted.

Once again, an animalistic rage exploded across his features. It was almost comical, in a way. His handsome face suddenly shifted to an almost cartoonishly exaggerated look of pure anger. I barely saw his fist as it flew towards my face. Intense pain exploded against my mouth again and I reeled backwards, barely reaching the wall before losing my footing and falling to the ground. I slid down part of the way down before landing heavily on my ass.

My vision was blurred for a few seconds, and I took another deep breath as it cleared.

Was that it?

I suddenly, and unexpectedly let out a little laugh. Just a tiny little chuckle in the back of my throat. I was facing what I’d been afraid of, and it was just this. Just pain. The sick sense of dread that had been boiling up inside me was gone. This is what I was afraid of?

I suddenly laughed again, a few sharp barks.

A wave of euphoria suddenly washed over me.

Mike was so…stupid. He was like a toddler throwing a tantrum, throwing out his tiny fists because he was angry at the big wide world. It was his only power, I realized. He had nothing else. He could hurt, and that was it. His entire basis of control over me was something that could be easily mimicked by a 10 year old girl with a heavy enough blunt object.

It was just pain.

This is all he could do to me? This is all he was? This was nothing. I’d probably inflicted ten times this amount of pain on Mia, and she was in fucking love with me. And he wanted to chase me away with just this?

The thought was so ridiculous that I laughed again, and then kept on laughing. I struggled to my feet, unable to stop the increasing spasms of laughter from racking my body. It was so loud, and it seemed to echo off the clean, white walls. It became almost hysterical as I finally stood, and I had to hold myself against the cubicle wall to stop from falling again.

There are times in life when you just laugh, without really knowing why. For whatever reason, something will just seem unbelievably hilarious to you, so hilarious that your laughter is frantic, almost painful. The kind of laughter that makes you honestly fear for your life for a second, just because of how hard it is to draw a full breath.

That was the kind of laughter I was shaking with then, desperately clinging to that cubicle wall, staring at what seemed to be the most stupidly weak and hilariously impotent thing I’d ever seen. He just glared back, uncomprehending. It was like something inside me had been knocked loose. There wasn’t a trace of fear left in me. Not for this moron. Not for all the pain he could inflict.

I looked away, and finally started to get my breath back, a few giggles and moans still rising up as I swallowed and tried to get myself under control. My whole torso hurt, and there were honest to God tears in my eyes.

I looked up at him. A few more giggles escaped as I watched him. He was so confused, so utterly perplexed by my reaction. He’d probably beaten a few guys to tears in his time, but never because they were laughing so hard at him.

“Oh Mike…” I gasped, still fighting the laughter, “Fuck you.”

Anger jumped across his features again, the same look, so stupid and predictable, so ridiculously obvious. I laughed again, trying so hard not to be swept away by it, and he hesitated.

“What are you gonna do, tough guy?” I asked, giggling.

My lip hurt when I talked, but I ignored it.

“You gonna punch me again?” I said, mockingly, “You gonna knock a few teeth out this time?”

He didn’t say anything, but the look of utter confusion spread over his dumb features, and I smiled so widely that my lips were hurting. I glanced in the mirror and realized that, no, my lip was sore because it was bleeding.

My bottom lip had a thin trail of blood running from it. I slowly licked it up, and was reminded of my first time with Mia.

Our first kiss had tasted like blood.

I laughed at the memory. I’d made Mia cry that day, and now I owned her. This asshole could do nothing to me.

“Fuck you, Mike.” I said, staring into his eyes.

He looked panicked, and pulled his fist back to punch me again. I didn’t flinch. I wanted him to do it. I honestly thought it would be funny for him to hit me again, to lash out like a little baby. This was probably the first time in his life that punching wasn’t going to fix the problem.

“You really think you can take me?” said Mike, nervousness tainting his otherwise strong voice.

I chuckled again. Was fighting literally all he thought about?