Take the Door

Realising how crazy it would be to attempt that kind of leap and not get himself killed made Marty came to the conclusion that going slow and steady would probably keep himself safe. He walked over to the door and to his surprise it was unlocked. He quickly walked down the steps and he started to hear the audible slapping and moaning get louder and louder.

“Yeah, fucking take it,” shouted a slight German accent.

Marty could hear his roommate moaning loudly. He slowed his pace as he reached the bottom of the staircase. He noted there was an indoor elevator that led straight to the room. Marty could now see the scene from a new angle and it looked as brutal as it did before. The man in the white coat was still going as strong as ever, thrusting into Gwen at a terrifying rate. Looking closer, Marty could make out the large size of his cock, making his own look quite small in comparison, despite being a pretty good size.

For a moment, he imagined himself in that position. Bound and helpless to do a thing as someone took complete advantage of him. He swore his mind was taunting him as he envisioned himself being held down, bent over a table and rammed into until he had no desire to resist. The loud wet slapping reminded him what he had to do. He just wasn’t sure how to achieve it.

He stepped out of the staircase, keeping to the back of the man in the white coat. Marty positioned himself behind a table and scanned the room. To his left was a pipe that had been left on one of the lab tables, likely after a plumbing accident that hadn’t been fixed. To his right however, was a handgun. The man in the coat must have left it as he began to **** Gwen. He had to grab one and hope that it would be enough to finish the large man in front of him.