MY SWORD IS HARD

by Rick Darby

I slam it into her with the fury she demands, restraining ejaculation until her fingernails claw my back and her screams boil my blood.

The leg iron has rubbed my skin raw. I hide my pain, feigning sexual satisfaction as she leaves my bed, smiling; my juices dripping down her leg. I ignore imprisonment, anger, thinking only of my reward; steak and wine.

Tomorrow she will fondle my balls with soft fingers, challenging me to produce or starve. I will fantasize pussies I have loved, to will it up. My cock is my sword.

My sword will be hard.