jo guido is absent. muahaha.
"You lil' ig'nant bastard" sputtered like a car exhaust from beneath Wayne's calico mustache. He clenched the loose end of his belt between his left thumb and index finger, rubbing the leather against the grain.
Eric's frail legs trembled, knocking his knees together violently like a noise maker at midnight on New Year's Eve.
Wayne was a horribly filthy man. His clothes smelled like urine and his breath smelled like some sort of rotting vegatable.
"Don' be nervous, boy. Y' won' feel a thang," Wayne chuckled, taking small steps towards Eric. As he approached, Eric identified the rotting vegatable to be cabbage.
Wayne's arm stretched long across the room, just grazing Eric's nose and bottom lip. His fingers smelled like sweaty genitals. It reminded Eric of his school's locker room after a soccer game.
Again, Wayne's hand grazed Eric's face, this time partially sliding his fat index finger into Eric's mouth. It tasted like salt and leather.
When Wayne felt Eric's warm mouth, his large whale-like frame shuttered with extacy, and his spout became moist.
"That'll do me just fine, boy. Say 'Ah'" Wayne giggled furiously like a child. Eric obeyed his order. Wayne leaned to Eric's ear and whispered violently, "And don' use y' fuckin' teeth, or I'll kill y'."
Wayne's toes stretched out long, and snot ran down Eric's nose.
35 seconds later, Eric caught his first breath for 35 seconds. Wayne turned around, and passed gas in Eric's face. Eric sobbed silently.
"Now go tell mom I'm hungry, boy," Wayne said, running his fingers through Eric's sweaty hair.
Eric left the room silently. Wayne clenched the loose ends of his belt between his left thumb and index finger, and fastened the buckle.
Eric's frail legs trembled, knocking his knees together violently like a noise maker at midnight on New Year's Eve.
Wayne was a horribly filthy man. His clothes smelled like urine and his breath smelled like some sort of rotting vegatable.
"Don' be nervous, boy. Y' won' feel a thang," Wayne chuckled, taking small steps towards Eric. As he approached, Eric identified the rotting vegatable to be cabbage.
Wayne's arm stretched long across the room, just grazing Eric's nose and bottom lip. His fingers smelled like sweaty genitals. It reminded Eric of his school's locker room after a soccer game.
Again, Wayne's hand grazed Eric's face, this time partially sliding his fat index finger into Eric's mouth. It tasted like salt and leather.
When Wayne felt Eric's warm mouth, his large whale-like frame shuttered with extacy, and his spout became moist.
"That'll do me just fine, boy. Say 'Ah'" Wayne giggled furiously like a child. Eric obeyed his order. Wayne leaned to Eric's ear and whispered violently, "And don' use y' fuckin' teeth, or I'll kill y'."
Wayne's toes stretched out long, and snot ran down Eric's nose.
35 seconds later, Eric caught his first breath for 35 seconds. Wayne turned around, and passed gas in Eric's face. Eric sobbed silently.
"Now go tell mom I'm hungry, boy," Wayne said, running his fingers through Eric's sweaty hair.
Eric left the room silently. Wayne clenched the loose ends of his belt between his left thumb and index finger, and fastened the buckle.