He Gets Going

With even more at stake, Sam didn't have time to play. He got up with his keycard in hand and a sloppy hard-on thrusting from his groin and went to out into the hall. He swiped the keycard through the reader by the double-doors at the end of the hall, and then pushed through one of them.

On the other side he found, unsurprisingly, another long hallway. He jogged forward, cock swinging every which way as he went. He passed a couple doors, but didn't bother to stop. The gamble of ducking into a room, only to get caught in another machine or some experimental trap was too great. He couldn't say that he wasn't tempted, though. His balls were starting to ache: He would probably need to do something to ease the pressure.

After a few minutes he came to a crossroads: He could left, right, or forward, and there was absolutely no indication of what he would find down each path.