Nate raised his arms over his head and could almost touch the low ceiling as he pressed his body against the glass. He felt the flat, hard surface against his manhood and it felt good to rock his hips and slide himself across the surface. He ached dully down there as he backed away. His cock was about as hard as it could get inside the briefs and would soon need to come out to relieve the discomfort.
He had trimmed his pubic hair close this morning and shaved the base of his cock and his entire scrotum. Ashley liked it that way and Bateman had admired that fact the first time they'd met as Nate dangled in his predicament of being stuck on an inversion table
Slowly Nate pulled the waistband of his briefs down enough to reveal an inch or so of his swollen flesh then pulled the briefs back up. He was starting to enjoy this.
"You want to see this don't you, Bateman?" he asked as he made the same move again, revealing a little more of himself. "I know you do, otherwise you wouldn't have taken me in your hands those three times." Nate pulled the bikinis down farther and farther, revealing more of his length. He watched his reflection as the darker part of his shaft came into view followed by the purple-pink rim of the head then with a final whisper of cotton, his cock sprang free.
He was mostly, but not completely, erect and his penis stuck out with a gentle bow downward. His bikini briefs dropped to the floor and Nate gripped himself and slowly stroked as he cupped his smooth balls.
When he released himself, the flesh stood throbbing in an upward curve toward the ceiling. He turned to the side again admiring the shape. It was not unlike a parenthesis and in the right position, it could pound Ashley's G-spot into damp submission.
Again, he stretched to the ceiling pressing his body against the one-way mirror. He was reminded of that time Bateman had shoved him naked against the side of her cruiser and the way the flat, cool glass felt against the bottom of his erection. Nate assumed the position, spreading his arms and legs wide and sandwiching his penis between his abdomen and the glass so Bateman could get a good look.
"You like it don't you, Amber?" he said staring at his own reflection. He spied the steel table in the mirror and backed away. Clenching his groin, Nate made his penis bounce several times then turned and gave Bateman a good look at his toned backside. He considered telling her to come in here and kiss it for threatening his livelihood and forcing him to do this.
Nate lay back on the cool steel, his legs dangling off the end. He turned his head and looked at himself. His cock lay along his abdomen, the bow in it only allowing the head to touch his stomach just below the navel. It bounced several more times as he clenched his groin again, then he trailed his fingers along the sensitive underside.
He'd never been a fan of long, slow masturbation sessions--unless it was Ashley doing it either to herself or to him--but Nate figured if he put on a good show for Bateman, she'd stay off his back awhile. He curled his fingers around himself and closed his eyes as he stroked.
By now, Nate had more or less convinced himself nothing he had done could be construed as cheating on his girlfriend. What he was doing at the moment was really no different than masturbating on a webcam for a stranger. That was something that he'd watched Ashley do a few times. But once her schedule got so booked, she'd stopped doing it at all. Nate, for his part, had no real desire to masturbate in a chatroom on video by himself. Alone, intimate, private sex was his preference.
Of course, the other stuff Bateman had done to him--he'd been forced into it. He was a victim. Just like now. Right?
His logic relieved most of the guilt of what he was doing now and Nate decided he would enjoy it to its fullest and began to moan as he rode the plateau of his arousal.
His mind drifted away from thoughts of guilt and Ashley and he discovered he was wondering what Bateman was doing on the other side of that one-way mirror.
Amber Bateman probably was a looker outside of that unflattering uniform and utilitarian bun in which she always had her hair imprisoned. No makeup either. All business. She was taller and thicker than Ashley, but she was not fat. Bateman had curves, breasts, and not the waif-like form of most models, not what most men went for these days. What would her breasts look like exposed for him to see? Did she shave or did she have a brownish-blonde tuft of hair leading the way to her sex?
Maybe Bateman's whole problem was she felt unattractive and used her police power to force men to share their bodies with her. It was just possible that Nathan Walker wasn't the first attractive man Bateman had--call it what it was--assaulted.
Nate had learned that people who are subject to infatuation to the extent Bateman was with him often burn hot and then grow cold once the novelty has worn off or something else comes along that grabs their attention.
Or maybe Bateman needed a boyfriend who wasn't intimidated by her position of authority.
In the meantime, he was the object of her attention and, at the moment, she was the object of his.
He wondered what she looked like under all those trappings of the state. Was it possible she was just on the other side of that wall as naked as he was doing the same things to herself? Were they mutually masturbating?
Nate was beginning to drip precum onto his stomach. He was getting close and he rolled off the table and stood and leaned back against the side giving Bateman a good view of his throbbing, dripping flesh and the two swollen orbs swinging below.
If he had not been a faithful man, he would have suggested Bateman did a bit more to him than give him a handjob as he swung inverted on that table in his garage. Receiving oral sex in that position might have been a unique experience.
But these thoughts, Nate would push sweep toward the dustbin of his memory and do his best to forget once this was over. To say such a thing to Bateman might gain him even more unwanted attention, pleasurable or otherwise.
Nate sat in the chair and slid down until his rear balanced on the edge of it and resumed stroking himself languidly. He neared the brink and then slowed down. Another drop of precum dripped and landed in a dark spot on the floor. His balls felt swollen and tight and began to ache pleasurably in preparation for release.
If he was going to have to do this, he was going to make Amber Bateman wait for the money shot.
Instead of pounding out his climax, Nate balanced himself on the edge, stroking himself to as close to inevitability as he dared and then letting go. He could see himself throbbing even at a distance of more than a yard from the one-way mirror. Purple veins laced his length and the center underside of his shaft stood out in thick relief. He caressed his balls then slid his hands around his throbbing member and up his flat stomach then back down, avoiding his erection. Naturally, he wanted to stimulate it but Nate resisted the strong urge and let Bateman admire his turgid flesh for a while longer.
Nate danced his fingers along the sensitive underside, the touch causing that tell-tale feeling of swelling deep in his pelvis as he moved close to the edge again. His testicles crawled and ached a bit more urgently as they drew up almost to either side of the base of his penis.
This zone between the urgent need for release and the desire to live on the pleasurable high wire at the edge is where Nathan kept himself as long as he could. How long, he couldn't say. The fog of intense ecstasy hid any real sense of time he had and he was only aware of the need to drain himself and the sensation of clear fluid that was now leaking almost constantly from him.
"Are you ready, Officer Bateman?" Nate said to his reflection. He didn't know where she might be behind that glass so he spoke to his own form. "Are you ready to watch me explode, Amber? This is what you want isn't it?"
It was not entirely unexpected that there was no reply. Nate dragged out his pleasure a few seconds longer, his breathing becoming loud and fast in the small room.
"I'm going to cum now," he breathed. "Watch." Nate gripped himself firmly and began stroking slowly. When he reached the edge, he kept going until he went over.
He moaned so loudly it was almost a roar as a gout of white fluid almost as thick as a number two pencil leaped from his cock and arched high into the air to splatter in a long, dark streak on the cement floor. Nate thrust his hips up as the next stream blew onto the floor and he released himself as a third jet erupted followed by a weaker fourth and a largely dripping fifth that ran out of the tip, down the shaft to finally drip off his balls.
The rest of his orgasm leaked out as the spasming of his penis gradually subsided. He let his head loll back, aware that he still stood erect. Though he could have, he wasn't going to go for a second one. He was giving Bateman exactly as much as she asked for and nothing more.
Nate stood and began to dress. He didn't like that sticky feeling as he worked himself back into his slacks and he had to be careful as he pulled the zipper over his mostly hard manhood.
