A r e y o u s t i l l w i t h m e . . . ?
B l e e d everybody bleeds same as you and me.
Sir paused in his death drenched thoughts, forced to listen to the pants and moans over the phone...He had never...Heard those kinds of noises from his pet...Everything they had done had had his pet's mouth being occupied. His hand clenched on the phone as he heard slick, licking noises and realized his pet was daring enough to kiss the other person while on the phone with him. Did he think that this person would protect him? Somehow save him from Sir's wrath-
"Kale?" he asked incredulously, relief going through him like a drug. Oh...It was just Kale...Sir shook his head, chuckling a little now. He wasn't concerned about his pet being a little slut with Kale. They were both owned by him. Sir was a little peeved that his pet was playing with Kale without's Sir spoken permission, but he would let it go this time. His pet had been very good all weekend, as had Kale. He supposed this could be their chosen reward...Sir glanced over his shoulder at the junkie and smirked. It wasn't as though Kale would be wanting for the junkie any time soon, anyway.
Sir turned his attention back to the phone when his named was stuttered out and sighed softly over the phone. "Yes pet?" he asked, as though he was being generous by even listening to his pet's silly actions. But even with his cool tone, he felt heat begin to creep up his neck, his blood flowing faster to...more southern areas.
He couldn't help it. It was a natural reaction, his imagination running off without him, showing him images of his pet and cute Kale, kissing and touching and rubbing and moaning for each other. He imagined that his pet was thinking of him, even while touching Kale's adorable, little body. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips at the thought and knew he would have a few words to give his pet when he got home...
"Hm? You want me to talk to you while your moaning for little Kale, pet? Tsk, tsk." He shook his head with a chuckle and leaned against the basement wall, giving a little roll of his eyes at the junkie, as if this was a normal occurrence, talking to his pet as he did who-knows-what- to Kale. His head raced for something to say...God...Why did his pet do these things to him? "What
"Kale?" he asked incredulously, relief going through him like a drug. Oh...It was just Kale...Sir shook his head, chuckling a little now. He wasn't concerned about his pet being a little slut with Kale. They were both owned by him. Sir was a little peeved that his pet was playing with Kale without's Sir spoken permission, but he would let it go this time. His pet had been very good all weekend, as had Kale. He supposed this could be their chosen reward...Sir glanced over his shoulder at the junkie and smirked. It wasn't as though Kale would be wanting for the junkie any time soon, anyway.
Sir turned his attention back to the phone when his named was stuttered out and sighed softly over the phone. "Yes pet?" he asked, as though he was being generous by even listening to his pet's silly actions. But even with his cool tone, he felt heat begin to creep up his neck, his blood flowing faster to...more southern areas.
He couldn't help it. It was a natural reaction, his imagination running off without him, showing him images of his pet and cute Kale, kissing and touching and rubbing and moaning for each other. He imagined that his pet was thinking of him, even while touching Kale's adorable, little body. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips at the thought and knew he would have a few words to give his pet when he got home...
"Hm? You want me to talk to you while your moaning for little Kale, pet? Tsk, tsk." He shook his head with a chuckle and leaned against the basement wall, giving a little roll of his eyes at the junkie, as if this was a normal occurrence, talking to his pet as he did who-knows-what- to Kale. His head raced for something to say...God...Why did his pet do these things to him? "What
Pour and m i x our lives together and flow into the streets.
A m I m a k i n g m y s e l f c l e a r . . . ?
