Sort Of

"Sorry, kid," Ruby said. "I really do have somewhere I need to be. And around here, punctuality is essential."

Sam's heart sank in his chest. He wondered if he was going to be stuck here forever.

"Relax," Ruby said. Wow, he thought, she can even interrupt his thoughts. She leaned in and slowly stroked his cock. "I'm not going to stick around and fuck again, but I will tell every little slut I see exactly where to find the fresh meat with monstercock and the sweetest load in camp.

You may not believe me, but the best time of your life is going to start in like 20, maybe 30 minutes."

With that, Ruby let go of Sam's dick and walked way. She turned back at the door and blew him a kiss. "See you around, cutie." She knocked on the door twice, it opened, and she was gone.

Every minute after Ruby left felt like ****. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to jack off. It was difficult enough for him without "hyper-stimulation" or whatever, but now it felt like nerve in his body was wired to his cock.

20 minutes passed. Then 20 more. No one came. Sam realized Ruby had probably just been screwing with him so she could escape. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "This is some fucked up therapy..."

Just as his mood hit an all-time low, the door opened...