Jason knew that if he gave in and did touch it, he would have to strangle it and stroke it into submission once again. But he also knew that the reprieve from its tormenting domination would be short lived and within a few short hours, he would have to endure the torture once again. If only, if only he could find that girl. A girl that he could trust. One that would be true to him, not give him some kind of weird disease or get pregnant and trap him into an unwanted marriage. If he could only find her and let the beast between his legs feast on her, maybe it would give him some relief from the ceaseless ache down there.

He had tried to find that one girl, but couldn't. He had plenty of dates, but it seemed like every time he tried anything, something always came up to thwart him and send him cowering back to his den. Once there, in the safety of his room again, he would give in to the uncontrollable affliction and battle the relentless demon to a short-lived stalemate. A stalemate that would only last a few precious hours before the oppressive need for release made him do battle with the monster again.

Sometimes, that relentless, driving demand made him want to cut the damn thing off. Cut it off and let him have some peace, peace from the ruthless, never-ending need that always raged inside the monster and the twin ogres that hung down below it urging it on.

If he could just find that girl. Find her and satisfy the beast. Make it release its stranglehold on him.

Complaining to himself, he reached down and grabbed hold of his shorts. Jerking them up over the jutting, twitching slab of meat, he hid the offensive sight as he wheeled and lurched toward the door of his room.

Maybe some wine would quiet the scream of desire reverberating through his head, he told himself. Either that, or he could get drunk and beat off while he watched one of his coveted porno flicks.

Stopping at the top of the stairs, he saw that the light was on in the living room. Was his mother, home? She shouldn't be, he thought as she had told him that she was going out with one of her friends. But he didn't remember the light being on earlier. Maybe there was a thief in the house, he thought as he began to sneak down the stairs. As quietly as he could, he stole down the stairs until he could see into the living room. Then the stairs creaked suddenly, giving him away to whoever it was in the living room.

"Is that you, Jason?" he heard his mother call out.

"Yeah, Mom," he croaked, leaning down and looking into the living room to see his mother leaning forward looking looked up the stairs at him, "who else would it be?" ......(cont)