Chapter 3 — Zane’s POV
The gym was finally winding down for the evening. I stood near the weight rack, wiping down a bench as I watched my last client for the day head out the door. The usual sounds of the gym filled the air—weights clanging, the dull hum of treadmills, and the occasional burst of music from someone’s headphones. It should’ve been just another day at work, but my mind was far from the gym floor.
Yesterday was still messing with me. I could still feel him—Officer Logan. Perhaps it was because my ass hole was still a little tender. The memory of him, of what we’d done, still wavered, refusing to be pushed aside. The way he’d looked at me, the way he’d touched me, the way he’d dominated me.
I wasn’t used to being in that position—a bottom bitch—but damn, even through the pain he inflicted, he managed to make me feel good. The physical aftermath of it lingered, a dull pressure in an area where I wasn’t used to feeling such sensations. It was hard to forget, no matter how much I tried to focus on work.
I hadn't spoken to any of my friends since our arrest, but I did text Nino earlier to let him know I was okay. He felt guilty about what had transpired. I figured I’d head to his place after work and make up an excuse for never making it to the station. But for now, I was stuck in my own head, replaying every moment with Officer Logan like a damn highlight reel.
“Hey, Zane!”
Elliot’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned to see him leaning against the counter near the front desk, his usual playful grin stretched across his face. His hair was bright pink now—freshly dyed, by the looks of it—and it actually suited him.
Elliot was 21, lean and athletic, with soft features that made him look younger than he was. He always had a warm smile but was also a relentless flirt. I could tell he enjoyed getting under my skin, and today was no exception.
“What’s up, Elliot?” I asked, tossing the towel over my shoulder as I walked toward him. “Everything good?”
“Oh, of course,” he said, running a hand through his freshly dyed hair. “Do you like my new look?”
I raised an eyebrow, pretending not to notice. “What new look?”
He rolled his eyes, smirking. “Stop playing. Do you like it or not?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Yeah, yeah. It looks good, man. You changed your hair color.”
“Yeeesss!” he said, dragging out the word dramatically. “Does it fit me?”
I nodded, smiling. “Yeah, it fits you.”
Elliot chuckled, leaning back against the counter. “My sister loves it, but I know my dad’s gonna flip when he sees it. He might even kick me out of the house.”
“Are you looking for a roommate?” he asked with a flirtatious smirk.
“No, but if you ever get kicked out, I wouldn’t mind if you crashed at my place for a few nights,” I offered.
“Oh really? Will you tuck me in every night, too?” he teased, his grin widening.
I laughed, shaking my head. “Elliot, you’re crazy, bro. Stop being nasty all the time.”
He laughed back, feigning innocence. “I didn’t say anything nasty! I’m just asking a question.”
“Yeah, whatever,” I said, rolling my eyes.
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping an octave and his words dripping with innuendo. “Now, if you want me to be nasty, I can be. Just for you, Zane.”
“Alright, bye, Elliot,” I said, walking away from the counter and shaking my head, though I couldn’t help but chuckle. He was always like this—flirty, playful, and impossible to take seriously.
I headed to the bathroom to pee and wash my hands before leaving. As I stood at the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror, my thoughts drifted back to Officer Logan. I could still feel the weight of his hands on me, the way he’d taken control. My body reacted before I could stop it, heat pooling low in my stomach as my cock stirred in my sweatpants.
“Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath, splashing cold water on my face in an attempt to cool down. But it was no use. The memory of Logan’s rough, commanding touch was seared into my mind.
The sound of the bathroom door opening snapped me out of it. I glanced up in the mirror to see Elliot walking in, a smirk already on his face. His eyes flicked down to the bulge I was trying to discreetly cover, and his grin widened.
“Really, Zane?” he teased, leaning against the wall near the sink. “Thinking about me already?”
I groaned, turning away from him. “Get out of here, Elliot.”
Instead of leaving, he strolled over to the stalls, pulling his shorts all the way down to pee—leaving the stall door wide open. My eyes flicked up to the mirror, and his plump, round ass was on full display.
“Really, Elliot?” I said, exasperated.
He glanced back over his shoulder, wiggling his ass playfully. “What? I’m just minding my business.”
I shook my head, trying to focus on anything other than the view in the mirror. “You’re ridiculous, bro.”
“And you love it,” he shot back, his tone light and teasing. As soon as Elliot reached to flush the toilet, I was behind him, my cock pressing against his tight hole before I could even process what I was doing.
“Oh sh—!!” he cried out, startled—the sound echoing against the tiled walls of the stall. As I swiftly covered his mouth with my hand, muffling any further noise, I closed the stall door behind me.
My breath was hot against his ear as I whispered, “You were asking for this dick, Elliot. That shit big, ain't it?
Elliot mumbled something unintelligible against my hand, his body tense with surprise. I paused, giving him a chance to push me away, to tell me to stop. But instead, he leaned back into me, his ass pressing against my cock.
I groaned, my resolve crumbling. “You want this, don’t you?” I growled, my voice low and rough with desire.
Elliot nodded, his eyes wide but unafraid. I pulled my hand away, letting him breathe, and he immediately looked back at me. “You're really about fuck me,” he said, his voice tinged with nervousness yet laced with amazement.
I gave him a smirk, and with one swift thrust, I buried my cock inside him. His tight hole clenched around my shaft, gripping it fiercely. Elliot gasped, his hands clutching the toilet seat as he struggled to steady himself.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I mumbled, my hands on his hips, holding him in place. “Too tight.”
Elliot managed a strained laugh. “Yeah, well, you’re dick is kind of too damn thick.”
I smirked again, shoving my dick deeper, feeling his body yield to mine. “Oh, so now you don’t want it?” I teased, pulling back just enough to leave the tip of my cock inside him.
He shook his head, his voice barely above a whisper. “I do… I just wasn’t expecting it to feel like this.”
I leaned in closer, my chest pressed against his back, my lips brushing against his ear. “Like what?”
“Like you’re going to split me in two,” he admitted, his voice trembling slightly.
I chuckled, the sound rough and unkind. “You gonna take this dick.”
I began to move, my thrusts nice and slow at first, giving him time to adjust. But as the seconds passed, my pace quickened, driven by a hunger I couldn’t control. Elliot’s light moans filled the small space, muffled only by the sound of my own grunts.
While fucking him relentlessly, we heard the sound of the bathroom door creaking open. I froze, my cock still buried inside Elliot, as we both held our breath. My hand instinctively went back over his mouth, silencing him as we stood completely still, waiting for the person to leave.
The sound of footsteps echoed outside the stall, followed by the unmistakable sound of someone peeing. Elliot’s eyes locked onto mine, a mix of fear and excitement flashing in their depths. I held his gaze, my own heart pounding in my chest as we waited.
Each passing second felt like an eternity, ticking by slowly. Finally, the sound of the toilet flushing was followed by the rustling of clothes and the splash of water as the guy washed his hands. I held my breath, my cock still throbbing inside Elliot as we waited for the coast to be clear.
As the sound of the guy’s footsteps grew distant, I let out a slow breath and started to move again. I began with a slow and gentle thrust again, ensuring the coast was clear. But as the silence stretched out, I picked up the pace, pounding into Elliot with renewed intensity, trying to make it quick.
"Gonna nut all in this tight ass," I promised darkly. Elliot's face contorted in a mix of pain and ecstasy, my hips slapping against his ass with each powerful thrust as I chased my release. The risk of getting caught only seemed to heighten my arousal.
After ten more minutes of me straight drilling into him, Elliot’s muffled moans filled the stall once more. His right leg started shaking uncontrollably, and his arms became weak as I gave him what he had been wanting for a while.
“Fuck, Zane,” he breathed, his hands clawing at the toilet seat as he tried to hold on. “You’re gonna hurt me.”
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. Not now, not when I was so close to losing myself completely. “You should’ve thought about that before you started teasing me,” I growled, my fingers digging into his hips as I pounded into him.
Elliot cried out, the sound raw and unfiltered, as I hit his prostate with precision. His body trembled beneath me, his inner walls clenching around my cock. I felt his orgasm building, the tension coiling in his muscles, and I knew he was close.
“Come on, bust that fucking nut,” I urged, my voice rough with pleasure. “Let shit go.”
Elliot's body convulsed, his back arching as his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. To stifle his scream, he bit down hard on my hand, his teeth sinking into my flesh as he rode out the intense waves of pleasure.
At the same time, I felt my own release approaching rapidly. The combination of Elliot's tight heat, the risk of getting caught, and the delicious pain from his bite pushed me over the edge. With a guttural groan, I buried myself to the hilt inside him, my cock pulsing as I emptied my balls deep in his ass.
“Fuuuck! Take all that nut, you fucking slut," I growled, my hips jerking erratically as I filled him with my hot seed. "Milk this dick dry."
After a few moments went by, I pulled out, my cock slick with cum as I stepped back, leaving Elliot slumped against the toilet. He looked back at me, his face flushed, his eyes wide with shock.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, his voice barely - whisper. “I didn’t expect that.”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I turned and walked out of the stall, leaving him to clean up as I washed my hands and tried to process what had just happened. My mind was a mess of emotions—guilt and confusion.
I looked at myself in the mirror. Did thinking of Officer Logan make me do this? I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was losing control, that I was slipping into something I couldn’t handle. This forbidden desire for him was still burning inside me.
I exited the bathroom, leaving Elliot in the stall to clean himself up. My heart was still racing, and my mind was a chaotic mess. The gym was quieter now, with only a few stragglers finishing their workouts. I grabbed my bag from behind the counter, slinging it over my shoulder, and started heading toward the glass front doors.
Just as I was about to push them open, I heard someone call out behind me.
“Zane!”
I turned to see the gym manager, Brian, a stocky guy in his late 30s with a clipboard in one hand and a towel slung over his shoulder. His expression was casual, but his question caught me completely off guard.
“Hey, have you seen Elliot?”
My stomach dropped. I stuttered, trying to keep my composure. “Um, uh… I think he’s in the bathroom.”
The manager nodded, oblivious to my discomfort. “Oh, okay. He’s been in there for about 15 minutes. Thank you.”
I forced a smile, gripping the strap of my bag tighter. “Alright, see you Monday,” I said quickly, eager to get out before he asked anything else.
“Yep, see you then,” he replied, already walking toward the bathroom.
I pushed through the doors and stepped into the cool night air, exhaling a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. My car was parked just a few feet away, and I climbed in, tossing my bag onto the passenger seat. My hands gripped the steering wheel as I sat there for a moment, trying to shake the tension.
“Get it together,” I mumbled to myself before starting the engine and pulling out of the lot.
I drove to Nino’s house, and the familiar route gave me some sense of normalcy. When I pulled up outside, I didn’t even bother getting out of the car. Instead, I rolled down the window and texted him to let him know I was outside. A minute later, he came out, his expression a mix of guilt and relief.
“Zane, man, I’m so sorry,” he said as he approached the car. He leaned against the open window, his hands on the frame. “I feel like shit about what happened. I shouldn’t have dragged you into that mess.”
I waved him off, trying to ease his guilt. “It’s water under the bridge, bro. Don’t worry about it.”
He nodded, though he didn’t look entirely convinced. “Still, I can’t believe we got arrested. That shit’s crazy.”
“Yeah, it was,” I said, keeping my tone light.
Nino hesitated, then added, “Hey, you never made it to the station, right?”
The question caught me off guard. I paused, my hand reaching for the volume knob on the stereo. I turned the music down, pretending I hadn’t heard him clearly. “Huh? What was that?”
He repeated himself. “I said you never made it to the station, right?”
I hesitated again, my mind racing for an answer. “The officer just let me go,” I said finally, keeping my tone casual. “He told me he was gonna let y’all go too.”
Nino frowned, clearly puzzled. “Wow, that’s so fucking weird, bro.”
“Yeah, I know,” I replied, leaving out the details of what had actually happened. “But bro, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later, alright?”
“Alright, man,” he said, stepping back from the car. “Be safe.”
“You too,” I said, giving him a nod before rolling up the window and pulling off.
As I drove home, the weight of the day settled heavily on my shoulders. Between Officer Logan, Elliot, and everything else, I felt like I was walking a tightrope. I would never have risked my job by having sex with Elliot in the bathroom. It wasn’t his first time showing me his ass and flirting with me. It’s as if the excitement from last night had clouded my judgment.
By the time I pulled into my driveway, all I wanted to do was crash and forget about everything. Ironically, I hated cops, yet I found myself in such a state. But as I sat in the car, staring at the darkened windows of my house, I made a decision: enough was enough, and I forced myself to push aside the lingering thoughts of Officer Logan.
I walked into the house, locking the door behind me, and let out a long sigh. The day had been exhausting, and my body craved the comfort of my bed. Without much thought, I stripped off all my clothes, leaving them in a messy pile on the floor. I’d always preferred sleeping naked—it was freeing, and after the last couple of days I’d had, I needed to feel free.
Flopping down onto the bed, I buried my face in the pillow, the cool fabric soothing against my skin. My body relaxed almost instantly, the weight of the day melting away. Sleep came quickly, pulling me into a dreamless void.
But it didn’t last long.
The sharp buzz of my phone jolted me awake. I groaned, fumbling around on the nightstand until my fingers found the device. Squinting at the screen, I saw Elliot’s name flashing across it. A quick glance at the clock told me it was 2:00 AM.
“What the fuck,” I mumbled to myself, swiping to answer the call. “Elliot, do you know what time it is?”
On the other end, I could hear him crying. His voice was barely a whisper, shaky and uneven. “Hey, Zane… I’m sorry if I woke you up. Can I stay at your place tonight? I can take an Uber.”
The sound of his voice immediately sobered me up. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, I asked, “Elliot, what’s going on? Are you alright?”
He sniffled, his words tumbling out in a rush. “Well… my dad saw my new hairstyle, and now he’s acting like he wants to kill me. I’m really scared right now.”
In the background, I could faintly hear shouting—a man and a woman screaming at each other. My stomach twisted at the sound, my protective instincts kicking in.
“Just call Uber and come over now bro,” I said firmly. I’ll text you the address.”
“Okay,” he whispered. “Thank you. I’ll be right there—” The call cut off abruptly.
I quickly texted him my address, my fingers moving faster than my still-sleepy brain. Tossing my phone onto the bed, I slipped on a pair of boxers and paced the room, trying to shake the unease building in my chest.
When Elliot arrived about twenty minutes later, I opened the door to find him standing there, tears streaming down his face. He looked terrified, his body trembling as he clutched a small duffle bag. His pink hair was a mess, and his cheek was red—like someone had slapped him.
“Elliot…” I said softly, stepping aside to let him in. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.
I closed the door and pulled him into a hug, holding him tightly as he cried into my chest. “It’s okay,” I mumbled, rubbing his back. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”
Through his tears, he managed to choke out, “He slapped me, Zane. He fucking slapped me and said he was going to bury me. He said I wasn’t his son anymore.”
Hearing those words made my blood boil. I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my anger in check for Elliot’s sake. “Fuck him,” I said, my voice low but firm. “You don’t deserve that shit, Elliot. Nobody does.”
He nodded against my chest, his sobs beginning to quiet. “I-I didn’t even do anything wrong,” he whispered. “It’s just hair. Why does he care so much?”
“Because he’s an asshole,” I said bluntly. “That’s on him, not you. Don’t let him make you think you’re the problem.”
Elliot pulled back slightly, looking up at me with red, puffy eyes. “Thanks, Zane,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I really didn’t know where else to go.”
“You’re always welcome here,” I said, brushing a strand of pink hair out of his face. “Come on, you can sleep on the couch tonight because my guest room has too much junk in it.”
I led him to the couch, grabbing a blanket and pillow from the closet. He sat down, his hands still trembling as he embraced the blanket around him.
“Do you want to talk about it some more?” I asked, sitting down next to him.
He shook his head. “Not right now. I just… I just need to calm down.”
“Alright,” I said, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “You’re safe here, bro. Get some rest, and we’ll figure everything out in the morning.”
Elliot nodded, his body relaxing slightly as he leaned back against the couch. “Thanks again, Zane. I’ve already texted my mom your address, so she knows where I am,” he mumbled.
“Goodnight, Elliot,” I said softly, standing up and heading back to my room. As I climbed into bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d said—about his dad. My fists clenched at the thought of anyone putting their hands on him like that.
Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I drifted back to sleep. The image of Elliot's tear-streaked face was seared into my memory, a brutal reminder of how cruel the world could be.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
I jolted awake, my heart pounding in my chest. “Who the FUCK is knocking on my door like they’re the fucking police?!” I shouted, scrambling out of bed.
From the living room, I heard Elliot stir. He must’ve jumped up off the couch because I could hear the sound of him fumbling with his shoes.
The pounding continued, loud and relentless, echoing through the house's silence. My adrenaline was surging now, and I stormed toward the door, ready to give whoever it was a piece of my mind.
I unlocked the door and flung it open, my words already forming on my tongue—when I froze.
“Officer Logan?”
The gym was finally winding down for the evening. I stood near the weight rack, wiping down a bench as I watched my last client for the day head out the door. The usual sounds of the gym filled the air—weights clanging, the dull hum of treadmills, and the occasional burst of music from someone’s headphones. It should’ve been just another day at work, but my mind was far from the gym floor.
Yesterday was still messing with me. I could still feel him—Officer Logan. Perhaps it was because my ass hole was still a little tender. The memory of him, of what we’d done, still wavered, refusing to be pushed aside. The way he’d looked at me, the way he’d touched me, the way he’d dominated me.
I wasn’t used to being in that position—a bottom bitch—but damn, even through the pain he inflicted, he managed to make me feel good. The physical aftermath of it lingered, a dull pressure in an area where I wasn’t used to feeling such sensations. It was hard to forget, no matter how much I tried to focus on work.
I hadn't spoken to any of my friends since our arrest, but I did text Nino earlier to let him know I was okay. He felt guilty about what had transpired. I figured I’d head to his place after work and make up an excuse for never making it to the station. But for now, I was stuck in my own head, replaying every moment with Officer Logan like a damn highlight reel.
“Hey, Zane!”
Elliot’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned to see him leaning against the counter near the front desk, his usual playful grin stretched across his face. His hair was bright pink now—freshly dyed, by the looks of it—and it actually suited him.
Elliot was 21, lean and athletic, with soft features that made him look younger than he was. He always had a warm smile but was also a relentless flirt. I could tell he enjoyed getting under my skin, and today was no exception.
“What’s up, Elliot?” I asked, tossing the towel over my shoulder as I walked toward him. “Everything good?”
“Oh, of course,” he said, running a hand through his freshly dyed hair. “Do you like my new look?”
I raised an eyebrow, pretending not to notice. “What new look?”
He rolled his eyes, smirking. “Stop playing. Do you like it or not?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Yeah, yeah. It looks good, man. You changed your hair color.”
“Yeeesss!” he said, dragging out the word dramatically. “Does it fit me?”
I nodded, smiling. “Yeah, it fits you.”
Elliot chuckled, leaning back against the counter. “My sister loves it, but I know my dad’s gonna flip when he sees it. He might even kick me out of the house.”
“Are you looking for a roommate?” he asked with a flirtatious smirk.
“No, but if you ever get kicked out, I wouldn’t mind if you crashed at my place for a few nights,” I offered.
“Oh really? Will you tuck me in every night, too?” he teased, his grin widening.
I laughed, shaking my head. “Elliot, you’re crazy, bro. Stop being nasty all the time.”
He laughed back, feigning innocence. “I didn’t say anything nasty! I’m just asking a question.”
“Yeah, whatever,” I said, rolling my eyes.
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping an octave and his words dripping with innuendo. “Now, if you want me to be nasty, I can be. Just for you, Zane.”
“Alright, bye, Elliot,” I said, walking away from the counter and shaking my head, though I couldn’t help but chuckle. He was always like this—flirty, playful, and impossible to take seriously.
I headed to the bathroom to pee and wash my hands before leaving. As I stood at the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror, my thoughts drifted back to Officer Logan. I could still feel the weight of his hands on me, the way he’d taken control. My body reacted before I could stop it, heat pooling low in my stomach as my cock stirred in my sweatpants.
“Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath, splashing cold water on my face in an attempt to cool down. But it was no use. The memory of Logan’s rough, commanding touch was seared into my mind.
The sound of the bathroom door opening snapped me out of it. I glanced up in the mirror to see Elliot walking in, a smirk already on his face. His eyes flicked down to the bulge I was trying to discreetly cover, and his grin widened.
“Really, Zane?” he teased, leaning against the wall near the sink. “Thinking about me already?”
I groaned, turning away from him. “Get out of here, Elliot.”
Instead of leaving, he strolled over to the stalls, pulling his shorts all the way down to pee—leaving the stall door wide open. My eyes flicked up to the mirror, and his plump, round ass was on full display.
“Really, Elliot?” I said, exasperated.
He glanced back over his shoulder, wiggling his ass playfully. “What? I’m just minding my business.”
I shook my head, trying to focus on anything other than the view in the mirror. “You’re ridiculous, bro.”
“And you love it,” he shot back, his tone light and teasing. As soon as Elliot reached to flush the toilet, I was behind him, my cock pressing against his tight hole before I could even process what I was doing.
“Oh sh—!!” he cried out, startled—the sound echoing against the tiled walls of the stall. As I swiftly covered his mouth with my hand, muffling any further noise, I closed the stall door behind me.
My breath was hot against his ear as I whispered, “You were asking for this dick, Elliot. That shit big, ain't it?
Elliot mumbled something unintelligible against my hand, his body tense with surprise. I paused, giving him a chance to push me away, to tell me to stop. But instead, he leaned back into me, his ass pressing against my cock.
I groaned, my resolve crumbling. “You want this, don’t you?” I growled, my voice low and rough with desire.
Elliot nodded, his eyes wide but unafraid. I pulled my hand away, letting him breathe, and he immediately looked back at me. “You're really about fuck me,” he said, his voice tinged with nervousness yet laced with amazement.
I gave him a smirk, and with one swift thrust, I buried my cock inside him. His tight hole clenched around my shaft, gripping it fiercely. Elliot gasped, his hands clutching the toilet seat as he struggled to steady himself.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I mumbled, my hands on his hips, holding him in place. “Too tight.”
Elliot managed a strained laugh. “Yeah, well, you’re dick is kind of too damn thick.”
I smirked again, shoving my dick deeper, feeling his body yield to mine. “Oh, so now you don’t want it?” I teased, pulling back just enough to leave the tip of my cock inside him.
He shook his head, his voice barely above a whisper. “I do… I just wasn’t expecting it to feel like this.”
I leaned in closer, my chest pressed against his back, my lips brushing against his ear. “Like what?”
“Like you’re going to split me in two,” he admitted, his voice trembling slightly.
I chuckled, the sound rough and unkind. “You gonna take this dick.”
I began to move, my thrusts nice and slow at first, giving him time to adjust. But as the seconds passed, my pace quickened, driven by a hunger I couldn’t control. Elliot’s light moans filled the small space, muffled only by the sound of my own grunts.
While fucking him relentlessly, we heard the sound of the bathroom door creaking open. I froze, my cock still buried inside Elliot, as we both held our breath. My hand instinctively went back over his mouth, silencing him as we stood completely still, waiting for the person to leave.
The sound of footsteps echoed outside the stall, followed by the unmistakable sound of someone peeing. Elliot’s eyes locked onto mine, a mix of fear and excitement flashing in their depths. I held his gaze, my own heart pounding in my chest as we waited.
Each passing second felt like an eternity, ticking by slowly. Finally, the sound of the toilet flushing was followed by the rustling of clothes and the splash of water as the guy washed his hands. I held my breath, my cock still throbbing inside Elliot as we waited for the coast to be clear.
As the sound of the guy’s footsteps grew distant, I let out a slow breath and started to move again. I began with a slow and gentle thrust again, ensuring the coast was clear. But as the silence stretched out, I picked up the pace, pounding into Elliot with renewed intensity, trying to make it quick.
"Gonna nut all in this tight ass," I promised darkly. Elliot's face contorted in a mix of pain and ecstasy, my hips slapping against his ass with each powerful thrust as I chased my release. The risk of getting caught only seemed to heighten my arousal.
After ten more minutes of me straight drilling into him, Elliot’s muffled moans filled the stall once more. His right leg started shaking uncontrollably, and his arms became weak as I gave him what he had been wanting for a while.
“Fuck, Zane,” he breathed, his hands clawing at the toilet seat as he tried to hold on. “You’re gonna hurt me.”
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. Not now, not when I was so close to losing myself completely. “You should’ve thought about that before you started teasing me,” I growled, my fingers digging into his hips as I pounded into him.
Elliot cried out, the sound raw and unfiltered, as I hit his prostate with precision. His body trembled beneath me, his inner walls clenching around my cock. I felt his orgasm building, the tension coiling in his muscles, and I knew he was close.
“Come on, bust that fucking nut,” I urged, my voice rough with pleasure. “Let shit go.”
Elliot's body convulsed, his back arching as his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. To stifle his scream, he bit down hard on my hand, his teeth sinking into my flesh as he rode out the intense waves of pleasure.
At the same time, I felt my own release approaching rapidly. The combination of Elliot's tight heat, the risk of getting caught, and the delicious pain from his bite pushed me over the edge. With a guttural groan, I buried myself to the hilt inside him, my cock pulsing as I emptied my balls deep in his ass.
“Fuuuck! Take all that nut, you fucking slut," I growled, my hips jerking erratically as I filled him with my hot seed. "Milk this dick dry."
After a few moments went by, I pulled out, my cock slick with cum as I stepped back, leaving Elliot slumped against the toilet. He looked back at me, his face flushed, his eyes wide with shock.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, his voice barely - whisper. “I didn’t expect that.”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I turned and walked out of the stall, leaving him to clean up as I washed my hands and tried to process what had just happened. My mind was a mess of emotions—guilt and confusion.
I looked at myself in the mirror. Did thinking of Officer Logan make me do this? I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was losing control, that I was slipping into something I couldn’t handle. This forbidden desire for him was still burning inside me.
I exited the bathroom, leaving Elliot in the stall to clean himself up. My heart was still racing, and my mind was a chaotic mess. The gym was quieter now, with only a few stragglers finishing their workouts. I grabbed my bag from behind the counter, slinging it over my shoulder, and started heading toward the glass front doors.
Just as I was about to push them open, I heard someone call out behind me.
“Zane!”
I turned to see the gym manager, Brian, a stocky guy in his late 30s with a clipboard in one hand and a towel slung over his shoulder. His expression was casual, but his question caught me completely off guard.
“Hey, have you seen Elliot?”
My stomach dropped. I stuttered, trying to keep my composure. “Um, uh… I think he’s in the bathroom.”
The manager nodded, oblivious to my discomfort. “Oh, okay. He’s been in there for about 15 minutes. Thank you.”
I forced a smile, gripping the strap of my bag tighter. “Alright, see you Monday,” I said quickly, eager to get out before he asked anything else.
“Yep, see you then,” he replied, already walking toward the bathroom.
I pushed through the doors and stepped into the cool night air, exhaling a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. My car was parked just a few feet away, and I climbed in, tossing my bag onto the passenger seat. My hands gripped the steering wheel as I sat there for a moment, trying to shake the tension.
“Get it together,” I mumbled to myself before starting the engine and pulling out of the lot.
I drove to Nino’s house, and the familiar route gave me some sense of normalcy. When I pulled up outside, I didn’t even bother getting out of the car. Instead, I rolled down the window and texted him to let him know I was outside. A minute later, he came out, his expression a mix of guilt and relief.
“Zane, man, I’m so sorry,” he said as he approached the car. He leaned against the open window, his hands on the frame. “I feel like shit about what happened. I shouldn’t have dragged you into that mess.”
I waved him off, trying to ease his guilt. “It’s water under the bridge, bro. Don’t worry about it.”
He nodded, though he didn’t look entirely convinced. “Still, I can’t believe we got arrested. That shit’s crazy.”
“Yeah, it was,” I said, keeping my tone light.
Nino hesitated, then added, “Hey, you never made it to the station, right?”
The question caught me off guard. I paused, my hand reaching for the volume knob on the stereo. I turned the music down, pretending I hadn’t heard him clearly. “Huh? What was that?”
He repeated himself. “I said you never made it to the station, right?”
I hesitated again, my mind racing for an answer. “The officer just let me go,” I said finally, keeping my tone casual. “He told me he was gonna let y’all go too.”
Nino frowned, clearly puzzled. “Wow, that’s so fucking weird, bro.”
“Yeah, I know,” I replied, leaving out the details of what had actually happened. “But bro, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later, alright?”
“Alright, man,” he said, stepping back from the car. “Be safe.”
“You too,” I said, giving him a nod before rolling up the window and pulling off.
As I drove home, the weight of the day settled heavily on my shoulders. Between Officer Logan, Elliot, and everything else, I felt like I was walking a tightrope. I would never have risked my job by having sex with Elliot in the bathroom. It wasn’t his first time showing me his ass and flirting with me. It’s as if the excitement from last night had clouded my judgment.
By the time I pulled into my driveway, all I wanted to do was crash and forget about everything. Ironically, I hated cops, yet I found myself in such a state. But as I sat in the car, staring at the darkened windows of my house, I made a decision: enough was enough, and I forced myself to push aside the lingering thoughts of Officer Logan.
I walked into the house, locking the door behind me, and let out a long sigh. The day had been exhausting, and my body craved the comfort of my bed. Without much thought, I stripped off all my clothes, leaving them in a messy pile on the floor. I’d always preferred sleeping naked—it was freeing, and after the last couple of days I’d had, I needed to feel free.
Flopping down onto the bed, I buried my face in the pillow, the cool fabric soothing against my skin. My body relaxed almost instantly, the weight of the day melting away. Sleep came quickly, pulling me into a dreamless void.
But it didn’t last long.
The sharp buzz of my phone jolted me awake. I groaned, fumbling around on the nightstand until my fingers found the device. Squinting at the screen, I saw Elliot’s name flashing across it. A quick glance at the clock told me it was 2:00 AM.
“What the fuck,” I mumbled to myself, swiping to answer the call. “Elliot, do you know what time it is?”
On the other end, I could hear him crying. His voice was barely a whisper, shaky and uneven. “Hey, Zane… I’m sorry if I woke you up. Can I stay at your place tonight? I can take an Uber.”
The sound of his voice immediately sobered me up. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, I asked, “Elliot, what’s going on? Are you alright?”
He sniffled, his words tumbling out in a rush. “Well… my dad saw my new hairstyle, and now he’s acting like he wants to kill me. I’m really scared right now.”
In the background, I could faintly hear shouting—a man and a woman screaming at each other. My stomach twisted at the sound, my protective instincts kicking in.
“Just call Uber and come over now bro,” I said firmly. I’ll text you the address.”
“Okay,” he whispered. “Thank you. I’ll be right there—” The call cut off abruptly.
I quickly texted him my address, my fingers moving faster than my still-sleepy brain. Tossing my phone onto the bed, I slipped on a pair of boxers and paced the room, trying to shake the unease building in my chest.
When Elliot arrived about twenty minutes later, I opened the door to find him standing there, tears streaming down his face. He looked terrified, his body trembling as he clutched a small duffle bag. His pink hair was a mess, and his cheek was red—like someone had slapped him.
“Elliot…” I said softly, stepping aside to let him in. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.
I closed the door and pulled him into a hug, holding him tightly as he cried into my chest. “It’s okay,” I mumbled, rubbing his back. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”
Through his tears, he managed to choke out, “He slapped me, Zane. He fucking slapped me and said he was going to bury me. He said I wasn’t his son anymore.”
Hearing those words made my blood boil. I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my anger in check for Elliot’s sake. “Fuck him,” I said, my voice low but firm. “You don’t deserve that shit, Elliot. Nobody does.”
He nodded against my chest, his sobs beginning to quiet. “I-I didn’t even do anything wrong,” he whispered. “It’s just hair. Why does he care so much?”
“Because he’s an asshole,” I said bluntly. “That’s on him, not you. Don’t let him make you think you’re the problem.”
Elliot pulled back slightly, looking up at me with red, puffy eyes. “Thanks, Zane,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I really didn’t know where else to go.”
“You’re always welcome here,” I said, brushing a strand of pink hair out of his face. “Come on, you can sleep on the couch tonight because my guest room has too much junk in it.”
I led him to the couch, grabbing a blanket and pillow from the closet. He sat down, his hands still trembling as he embraced the blanket around him.
“Do you want to talk about it some more?” I asked, sitting down next to him.
He shook his head. “Not right now. I just… I just need to calm down.”
“Alright,” I said, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “You’re safe here, bro. Get some rest, and we’ll figure everything out in the morning.”
Elliot nodded, his body relaxing slightly as he leaned back against the couch. “Thanks again, Zane. I’ve already texted my mom your address, so she knows where I am,” he mumbled.
“Goodnight, Elliot,” I said softly, standing up and heading back to my room. As I climbed into bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d said—about his dad. My fists clenched at the thought of anyone putting their hands on him like that.
Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I drifted back to sleep. The image of Elliot's tear-streaked face was seared into my memory, a brutal reminder of how cruel the world could be.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
I jolted awake, my heart pounding in my chest. “Who the FUCK is knocking on my door like they’re the fucking police?!” I shouted, scrambling out of bed.
From the living room, I heard Elliot stir. He must’ve jumped up off the couch because I could hear the sound of him fumbling with his shoes.
The pounding continued, loud and relentless, echoing through the house's silence. My adrenaline was surging now, and I stormed toward the door, ready to give whoever it was a piece of my mind.
I unlocked the door and flung it open, my words already forming on my tongue—when I froze.
“Officer Logan?”
