69. Limp

Henry's face fell, and he looked at me eerily.

I grabbed his arm, dragging him to the mattress of his floor, pushing him down.

"First time showering here." I said with a sudden calm that stunned me, turning him so that he lay on his stomach, in front of me.

"The ward had turned around." I said as I pulled on his prison uniform pants. 

When I had his muscular ass in front of me, I noticed that Henry didn't move at all, letting me once again do what I wanted.

"They attacked me." I pulled my own pants down.

"Then I saw a big man, with a boner, coming to me." My limp dick came into contact with his cheeks.

Nothing happened. Naturally, nothing happened. This fucking ass wasn't turning me on; naturally, I won't get hard like this. How could I get a boner when the MAN I hated was in front of me and I rectified a fucking traumatic memory? How could I, with a fucking MAN anyway?