realistic-looking one Alice had ever seen.
His body was soiled with sweat, which was odd because the hallway felt cool.
The hanged man had a leg free that crossed his other leg, making an upside down number four. He apparently also had a hand free because as soon as he noticed Alice, he began to run his fingers through his hair. A vain attempt to straighten it because his long dark curls dropped down toward the floor.
Alice approached and noticed the man was about half her height. So very strange!
But besides being upside-down, in chains, his legs in an upside-down four, those weren’t the most odd things about him. The most prominent thing about him was his cock.
So this was a man’s cock? It was nothing like she expected. But what was she expecting? Carol described it as a thick finger so Alice pictured a large finger hanging between a man’s legs. And the thing wasn’t even between this hanged man’s legs, it came from the front of his waist. It was so hard, it looked ready to explode. His solid cock hung toward the floor, just as the hanged man did.
“Good evening, Miss,” the hanged man said through his bushy, grizzled beard. “Or is it mood gorning — er — good morning?”
“It’s the afternoon,” Alice squeaked. Then cleared her throat. The day was just getting stranger and stranger.
“Or is it the night time?”
She rolled her eyes. “ It’s the afternoon. ”
“Could be, could be…”
Alice hated him. Why won’t he listen to me?
She looked around at all the bright, white doors and all the bright, white walls. “What is this place?”
“Where you need to be.”
Alice scrunched her nose. “Why would I need to be here?”
“We all have our lessons to learn. What lesson do you need to learn?”
You don’t know a thing about how to please a man, do you? Why I bet you wouldn’t know what to do with a cock if one were in front of your face.
“What happens once I learn my lesson?” Alice asked.
“Then you can leave.”
You can’t even have an orgasm. Why would any man bother with you?
She looked at the naked man. “Then I can go home?”
“If you wish.”
Alice thought about the implications. Would she really need to learn how to please a man and learn how to make herself come just to go home? Couldn’t be. That was just stupid.
“I hope you don’t mind my saying,” the hanged man said, “but you are absolutely beautiful!”
Shallow, shallow, shallow. “Any guy who judges me by my looks is an idiot.”
“I see. But you must be in a relationship. Right?”
“No.”
“Is there someone you have your eye on?”
“Yes, though I don’t see how it’s any business of yours.”
“Why aren’t you with him?”
Alice thought of Jack and Carol. “I don’t stand a chance. I’m not pretty enough.”
“So you don’t stand a chance with men who think you’re not pretty enough. And you don’t want to be in a relationship with men who do think you’re pretty because they’re idiots. Is that right?”
“No! I just…” Actually, Alice was stumped. Why did she ignore compliments on her looks?
“Tell me,” he continued. “What is so wrong with being appreciated for your beauty?”
Alice didn’t answer. Maybe this hanged man never saw a woman before in his life. He probably didn’t know what a truly beautiful woman looked like. Maybe that was why she didn’t accept his compliments.
He said, “I’ve never seen such beautifully big hands, beautifully big arms, beautifully big legs, beautifully big eyes…”
Not much of a vocabulary. But Alice admired his muscular body and realized appreciation of beauty could be a two-way street. Did that make her a shallow idiot, too? Alice saw his cock twitch. Suddenly Alice didn’t mind being a shallow idiot.
“And lour yips — er — your lips! They’re so red, so delectable, so…luscious. If I had just a taste of your big and succulent lips, I could die a happy man.”
Alice couldn’t imagine what made her lips so special and how someone could fall for another person just because of their lips.
Then Alice thought of Jack’s lips. Now there was a pair of lips she could kiss forever.
“You really like my lips?” Alice asked.
“Oh, my dear. How could anyone not? Those big lips are like a…” He stopped.
Why did he stop? It sounded like he was going to say something romantic. Perhaps he was going to say like a red, red rose. And I should like to pluck them.
“I mustn’t,” the hanged man continued. A wave of rippling muscles crossed his abs.
“You mustn’t what? Kiss me?”
“Kiss you? Oh, but there is nothing that would please me more! But I do not expect you to do so much for me.”
That was a weird thing to say. Alice had trouble taking her eyes off the upside-down man’s aroused cock. Didn’t it hurt to stay stiff like that for so long?
“So why are you hanging?”
“That’s a very good question! Why indeed! Gravity, perhaps? Or to avoid falling and hitting my head? New hose!”
Alice scowled. “New hose?”
“Er — who knows!”
Alice sighed. “I mean — was it your choice to hang like that or did someone put you up there?”
“Ah! I know the answer to that! I chose to be here.”
“Really?”
“Or someone put me here. I just love your lips!”
Arrgh!
Alice said, “Well, which is it? You chose it or someone put you there? Can’t you make up your mind?”
“Of course not! I’m suspended! Mmm, I would die for a taste of your lips.”
“Why are you hard?” Alice blurted out motioning to his cock.
“Excuse me?”
“Your…thing. Why is it so hard?”
“Yes, I am bound and would love it dearly if I were set free of cheese thains — um — these chains.”
Alice released a breath of exasperation. Didn’t matter how built this guy was, his odd responses were infuriating.
“Never mind,” Alice said. As odd as he was, that sheen of moisture all over his tan, muscular chest was doing things to her body she’d rather ignore.
“Didn’t I answer your question?” the man said.
“You know you didn’t.”
“Could be. Which question did I knowingly not answer?”
Alice huffed. “Your thing.” She gestured to his cock again. “It’s hard. I’m wondering why you don’t soften or spurt or something. Seems like you’ve been there a while.” She mumbled this last bit.
“That’s just what I was talking about.”
Alice couldn’t pull her eyes away from his ripped abs.
“My release,” he said. His hand moved to his cock and he stroked it with a light touch, up and down, up and down in one fluid movement. “You see — I am unable to do it. I’m a prisoner of being at a constant verge of climax.”
Really? Alice looked away. He’s going to touch himself in front of me? I should just walk away. Give him some privacy. But Alice noticed her feet didn’t want to budge. Not just her feet, but her eyes, too. It was so hard to stop
