BAM...The empty shot glass slams down on the bar.
The bartender looks warily over at the man who has been drinking shots alone for the last hour.
The rage has begun to build up and this time there is nothing that can be done to quench the thirst. Well...there is one thing. Maybe the tequila will take away the ability before the rage vomits itself out of him and onto another human. All the other times before, alcohol has won out, but tonight it seems to have no effect. Mind still racing, blood still boiling, and closing time is bearing down.
Tim's wife keeps telling him "OHhhh we are so proud of you...so happy you are with us.." etc...etc...ad nauseum. He's been out of prison for almost 2 years now. 18 months served on a 5 year sentence for aggravated sexual assault. A testament to our judicial system, everyone knew he wasn't ready, but there were others needing a cell. Member of a church, husband, father, average Joe with a 9 to 5.
And day by day...hour by hour...minute by painstaking minute, it is slowly, but surely, driving him insane.
Six months ago he started an online relationship with a married sub in a neighboring town. Since he had more to lose than just a marriage if things progressed (parole board looks down upon philandering husbands) he stood his ground and refused to meet this person in real life. Not that an affair would land him directly back in the pen, but it would increase his supervision to a point that would make incarceration inevitable.
He began collecting information about this person without ever even realizing what was going on. Real name, where she worked, hours, schedule, hell...even the route to and from work, and vehicle. On the surface he was just knowing more about the person he lusted after, but subconsciously there was more to it.
From there it didn't even seem crazy that he began following her home from work.
They would swap erotic stories of bondage and discipline. She wanted to be tied, spanked and even humiliated. Very few knew more about that subject than Tim. She giggled to her friends about the explosive orgasms she experienced when he would talk to her on the phone about how he wanted to take her. Always wanting to meet. Trying to coax a private get together for the two. Never realizing just how close to danger and a true meeting she was.
Last call...one more shot...he knows it won't be enough.
During their online and phone encounters it is always the same. He strokes to orgasm as they are playing and discussing what it would be like if they were together. Then later...after everyone is asleep he steals away to the basement and has another cum, just for him, where his own special fantasies are played out. The conclusion of these angry orgasms often ends with Tim slamming his fist into the basement wall. Once he bit into his lip so hard as to bring blood. A lame excuse of tripping and falling was used to cover up the bloody lip, but did nothing to quieten the harmful passions that were continuing to build.