Sweet Chocolate: Short Erotic Pieces
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,363
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Quick Fics: Senna and Yuichi
“What a cute little partner you have here, Senna. So what model is he? I’ve never seen one like this.”
As the old man pawed at his body, Yuichi tried his best to pretend he was somewhere else. Why the hell did Senna put him through this kind of crap? It was bad enough he got humiliated at home, so why did he have to come and be humiliated outside of the home too?
“I don’t know,” Senna muttered with a shrug of the shoulders. “It’s not like he comes with a barcode or some shit.”
The old man chuckled as he ran his fingers over the boy’s slender thighs, pressing his fingers into the synthetic skin. “Such an amazing feeling. He feels even more lifelike than a sex doll,” the man said as he pushed the boy’s legs apart.
“Hey, old man, you have the money right?” Senna asked as he pushed away from the wall he had been leaning against. Watching the kid get molested by some old pervert was not his idea of fun.
“Ah! Yes! Yes! I have your money,” the man said, finding it hard to tear himself away from the young body lying on the table. He could not wait to cut into it and play around. Did creatures such as the boy even feel pain? How much pain could the boy’s young looking body take?
The man pointed to the desk behind him where there was a manila folder on it. “The entire one thousand is inside,” the man said, before he turned his attention on the boy once again.
Senna grinned as he walked over to the desk and picked up the manila folder. After checking to make sure all the money was there he tucked the manila folder beneath his arm. With this money he would be able to buy all the cigarettes and booze that he wanted. Hell, he might even be able to pay some cheap slut to stick around for a couple of days.
“Well you two have fun now,” Senna said as he headed towards the stairs. He knew Yuichi would be pissed, but that was just one of the many minor problems in his life.
When the man began to giggle Yuichi rolled his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. “Why the hell do things like this always happen to me?” He muttered to himself.
As the old man pawed at his body, Yuichi tried his best to pretend he was somewhere else. Why the hell did Senna put him through this kind of crap? It was bad enough he got humiliated at home, so why did he have to come and be humiliated outside of the home too?
“I don’t know,” Senna muttered with a shrug of the shoulders. “It’s not like he comes with a barcode or some shit.”
The old man chuckled as he ran his fingers over the boy’s slender thighs, pressing his fingers into the synthetic skin. “Such an amazing feeling. He feels even more lifelike than a sex doll,” the man said as he pushed the boy’s legs apart.
“Hey, old man, you have the money right?” Senna asked as he pushed away from the wall he had been leaning against. Watching the kid get molested by some old pervert was not his idea of fun.
“Ah! Yes! Yes! I have your money,” the man said, finding it hard to tear himself away from the young body lying on the table. He could not wait to cut into it and play around. Did creatures such as the boy even feel pain? How much pain could the boy’s young looking body take?
The man pointed to the desk behind him where there was a manila folder on it. “The entire one thousand is inside,” the man said, before he turned his attention on the boy once again.
Senna grinned as he walked over to the desk and picked up the manila folder. After checking to make sure all the money was there he tucked the manila folder beneath his arm. With this money he would be able to buy all the cigarettes and booze that he wanted. Hell, he might even be able to pay some cheap slut to stick around for a couple of days.
“Well you two have fun now,” Senna said as he headed towards the stairs. He knew Yuichi would be pissed, but that was just one of the many minor problems in his life.
When the man began to giggle Yuichi rolled his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. “Why the hell do things like this always happen to me?” He muttered to himself.