Total LockDown (LockDown #2) by A.T. Smith Page B

doesn’t
mean anything to me, I don't give a shit, all I care for is releasing the ache
inside my nuts.
    I grasp my dick
in one hand, holding the impressive length upright. I use my other hand to
spread him open, ready for my brutal penetration.
    I place the head
of my cock against his hole and begin to push forward a little. Once the head
is in, I pull out a little, stretching and teasing his anus. In and out, I go a
little more each time, until my full length is inside of him, every inch of the
eight there are, rammed inside his arse. His muscles grip at me, choking me
like a goddamn vice.
    God, it feels so
good, I’m not going to last more than a few stroked before I fill him with my
hot cum. I grip his right hip with my hand, whilst my other hand holds his
shoulder. I use the leverage and grip to ruin him, violently fucking him. I
pump myself in and out of him at a hurried psychotic pace. I am a man on a
mission, and that mission is blowing my load inside something. I am reaching my
peak quicker and quicker, every stroke inside of him driving me higher up the
cliff.
    “Leighton, fuck
me harder, fuck me, god damn it you fucking pussy.” Is he for real, a pussy?
Me? Fuck this shit, the little prick.
    I slam his arse
full, his entire body thrown forward and his head merely missing the brickwork.
I manage longer than I thought I would, but after ten minutes of the continuous
gripping around me, I am going to detonate.
    “I'm going to
cum, Scott.” I warn him, preparing him for a butt load of spunk.
    “Put it in my
fucking ass, Leighton, cum in my arse.” He is begging me, and who am I to refuse
such a polite offering.
    “Argghhh, fuck,
so tight, Scott, take my cum.” I slam once more and hold myself inside him, as
my dick pulses and throbs, my spunk spurting inside of him, his own arse
tensing, holding me inside of him until I am empty and softening.
    “Shit.” He says
as he leans his head on the wall and regains some sense of self. I tuck my dick
back in to its place, concealing it behind the zipper of my trousers.
     
    *****
     
    I arrive back
home at half three in the morning. The lights of the driveway are off, my house
in darkness. Melissa must be in bed and Antonio has obviously passed out
somewhere. He is an awesome uncle to my baby girl; he cares for her so goddamn
much it is actually rather beautiful to see.
    I open the door,
dragging my tired body across the threshold. This evening has taken it out of
me completely, physically and emotionally. I just want to see my bubba, and
then fall asleep, hopefully until lunchtime.
    I switch the
lights on as I approach the blackened lounge. No sign of him anywhere, fuck it,
bedtime.
    I walk the huge
staircase, normally it’s beautiful, but now I hate it as my feet and entire
body ache with the strenuous walk up towards my room, popping my head into
Melissa’s room before reaching mine.
    Her room is in
total darkness, not even the gentle lights of her mobile casting glows on the
walls. I walk into the room and look into her cot.
    My heart drops
into my fucking stomach as I see it empty and her blanket missing. My baby, oh
god, my baby. Abigail trusted me with her, to keep her safe. Oh shit, I feel
ill. I want to be sick.
    I run both wings
of my huge home, pissed at myself for picking somewhere so big to live. I need
to find her, the aching pain inside my chest isn’t going to subside until I do.
    Where in the
hell is Antonio, as well?
    I get to the
kitchen and pick the landline up, my mobile having been smashed to pieces
earlier, after seeing Kalina’s pictures. I dial Antonio’s phone, telling it to
hurry as every ring sounds.
    “Hi, it’s Ant.
I'm not available at the moment. Please leave your message after the tone.”       “You
fucking prick, answer the fucking phone.” I scream at the handset.
    “FUCK!” I shout.
The twins next, they will be with Maria. She would know where Ant is.
    “Yo, Leigh,
what’s up man? How’s Abbi?”
    “Hey you