*Smack!*
The sound of a hard object on flesh jerks me into consciousness. My nostrils fill with your sweet, musky scent intermingling with some other acidic odor as my eyes struggle to adjust to the darkness of the room. As the room slowly comes into focus, I’m aware of a chill on my cock and balls. The room is nearly black and only lit by a crack of light emanating from beneath the closed door in which my back is pressed. Even though I cannot yet see anything, the oppressive darkness is impenetrable, I can sense another person in the room with me. Instantly my hands jump to my crotch where I discover they are coated with a thick liquid. Completely confused, I grope around in the darkness for a lightswitch. Finally, my fumbling fingers locate one next to me on the wall and I snap it upward. The CF bulb ignites, but barely, and I jump as I see you sitting on the linoleum floor, legs spread in front of you and your hand raised over your head. In you hand you are gripping a small, flat, wooden spatula. Before I can react you swing it downward in a tight arc and it makes contact with the top of your cleft.