What Does a Guy Have to Do? [OPEN] Nov 4, 2013 22:29:08 GMT -5
Post by Lux Abia on Nov 4, 2013 22:29:08 GMT -5
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I'll Kiss You In A Way You'll Never Forget
I'm nothing like the rest
Lux was starting to become a boring kind of man. He had tried to branch out, attending a meeting he was sure would be filled with all kinds of kinky goodness. The best he got was a pretty good looking guy sitting next to him. The man also gave him a complementary hairstyling which he always enjoyed. He got a free riding crop for being a first time member, which was also a bit strange. He was pretty sure it was the first meeting ever. It could have proven to be a hassle if more than two people had shown up. Luckily for the strange leader of their club, it was a pretty dead day. Unluckily for Lux, he was left completely unsatisfied. He even tried hitting himself with his member gift, but he just wasn't into it, not as much as he could have been at least. It got the job done, but it was so forced. He hardly ever had to force it when he was with someone else. It was just a dreadful feeling.
He returned back home to Naruki, just completely hating everyone. He was a complete buzz kill as he walked down the street. He was slumped forward, breathing heavy. Every few steps he let out a dramatic sigh, his head dropping. He was sweating despite the cooling temperatures. He was miserable and on the edge. He really needed to get to work, and just pray that he somehow got fifty customers. He was pretty sure he could handle that kind of work. He would probably even get a reward in the end besides the obvious fulfillment of his needs. Surely his flamboyant employer had awards for his bitches, and yes he was more than okay with calling himself a bitch. Some other terms were just way too troublesome to use for no reason besides making the job seem nice. Those whores could just live on embarrassed for some reason. Lux loved this shit.
The problem was that it was only the middle of the afternoon. He wasn't going to get any work for a few hours at best. He was getting to a point where he was barely even able to go on walking. He really needed to do something, anything. That was when he spotted a bulky man up ahead, his eyes widening with enlightened joy. That was how he was going to get his fix, at least until later that night. He didn't need that much to tie him over. Just one little hit, that was it.
With enthusiasm in his step, Lux ran over to the man, drawing his fist back in the process. When he reached him, Lux leaped up into the air. He through his fist forward, obviously holding back some strength, and in a second his hand collided with the back of the man's large, bald head, sending him doubling over as Lux fully passed by. He spun around, looking over his shoulder to inspect his work, that excited look still on his face. He was surely going to get hit back now. That was the plan at least. It was all foiled though. Rather than getting angry, the man started sobbing. Lux's expression dropped immediately. He just... What? No! That wasn't how it was supposed to happen. The large man flung himself onto another large man and went on with his bawling. Then he realized he had just fucked with some pussy bear. Well, wasn't that just fitting to his luck lately?
He stood there for a moment, just staring with disgust, his eye almost twitching. He didn't even have words for the moment. He just knew he felt even worse than before. He had gotten all excited and just... that. Lux let out another sigh, a pout forming on his face. He slowly turned, continuing on his oh so merry way, wasting his time entirely. He spun some of his black hair around his finger, watching the beautiful, silky strands. This just wasn't fair. He wanted his hair to be pulled roughly until his scalp almost bled. He wanted a good gut blow when he attacked large men. "Why does the universe hate me so much?" he whined to himself, groaning afterward. Fuck the universe.
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