Chuck sighed as he locked the bathroom door behind him, the weight of the world melting off his shoulders as he began to undress. The long day at the office had left him feeling drained, but there was another feeling brewing beneath the surface - a low simmer of desire that he couldn't ignore.
As he stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over his chubby body, he couldn't help but take a moment to admire himself in the mirror. "Not bad for a fat guy, huh?" he muttered, a wry smile playing at the corners of his lips.
His hands began to wander as he soaped up his body, lingering on his nipples and giving them a gentle tug. A soft moan escaped his lips as he felt himself growing hard, the sensation sending a thrill through him.
"Looks like someone's happy to see me," he chuckled, his eyes fluttering shut as he let the water wash over him.
His hands trailed down his body, exploring every inch of himself as he grew harder. He spread his legs apart, giving himself a view of his hole as he began to finger himself.
Suddenly, a voice broke through the steady rhythm of the water. "You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you?"
Chuck gasped, his eyes flying open as he realized the voice was in his head. But even as he tried to dismiss it, he couldn't help but agree.
The voice continued, taunting him and calling him names as he grew closer to the edge. He imagined strong, controlling hands on his body, guiding him and pushing him further than he'd ever gone before.
Just as he was about to cum, the water turned cold, sending a shock through his system. "Naughty boys don't get to cum," the voice laughed.
Frustrated, Chuck turned the water back to hot and continued to touch himself, but he couldn't quite get back to where he was. The voice continued to taunt him, telling him to touch himself harder and faster.
Finally, the voice told him to stop. Chuck reluctantly pulled his hand away, panting and frustrated.
"You'll get your reward soon enough, dirty boy," the voice whispered, and Chuck shivered, both from the cold water and the anticipation.
As he finished his shower and stepped out, still hard and frustrated, he knew that the voice would keep him company. And that was enough to keep him going.
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