PimpMasterA
08-23-2010, 02:48 PM
Chris took another mouthful of his drink, this time spilling half of it down his shirt and tie. "Fuck" he rudely shouted at the room void of people. He was sat in the small pub on his own, that is besides the old and slightly deaf barman, celebrating another birthday as he had each one before it - alone.
He was 20 today and was already slightly drunk. He'd never been a boy with many friends, and had spent the last year of his life with very little contact with anyone else, no-one from boarding school ever contacted him. He lived in a large manor outside of the village he was currently drinking in. It had, at one time, been his grandparents but they where dead now, and his parents where heavily involved their company now working out of Dubai. His father was a very rich man who it seemed wanted very little to do with his Son.
When Chris was 14 his father had accepted the CEO position of a large oil company, dropped his son into boarding school and moved abroad, Chris's mother going with him.
Besides having very little contact with his Parents Chris lived the life of a very wealthy person. He received a large amount of money each week from his parents to help pay for his very low maintenance life. They also covered his bills, assistance around the house, car insurance, gym membership, on-line games even his porn subscriptions separately, leaving him to burn his weekly income as quick as he could; often in the grubby pub he was currently in, on pints of cider like the one he was now drinking from an even grubbier glass.
The smell of mould finally became to much for him; he picked up his suit jacket and left the pub stepping into the cold, dark street.
He only lived 2 miles from the pub but as he often said to the barman he'd 'rather walk home in the pissing cold, than give any money to bloody poles.' The village was very small but had a large youth culture as a small estate on one side was constantly being filled by single mums, and young guys on the dole who received housing benefits to live there. Luckily he lived on the opposite side of the village and only had to walk past a small block of flats on his way home.
Despite his walk home being quite most nights, often it was uncomfortable,
and on many occasions he felt as though he was being watch by someone close by and on one of these occasions he even ran the distance as he swore he could hear footsteps behind him.
He finally made it home and opening the door, removed his jacket, trousers, tie, shirt and socks dropping them on the floor making a rather scruffy looking pile. 'The maid can clear that up, when she gets in tomorrow' he thought.
Turning the hall light on and closing the door in nothing but his boxers he headed into his study, sitting down in his leather seat he dropped a hand onto the mouse waking the mac up from its sleep.
It took little time for him to type the name of his favourite porn site into the address bar - domination tube, and he was soon looking over the recommended videos for the day.
He would never have considered himself bi-sexual but if there was gay porn in the days kinky recommendations he wouldn't avoid it. To him it was all about the scenes and the domination, and very little about the Masters gender.
After 15 minutes of one of his regular clips; a young woman chain to the basement floor being anally and orally fucked by two dom's, he let out a load moan and came all over desk. And with the final though of 'The maid can clean that shit up too,' he headed upstairs, closed his curtains and went to bed.
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What do you guys think?
Yay or Nay?
He was 20 today and was already slightly drunk. He'd never been a boy with many friends, and had spent the last year of his life with very little contact with anyone else, no-one from boarding school ever contacted him. He lived in a large manor outside of the village he was currently drinking in. It had, at one time, been his grandparents but they where dead now, and his parents where heavily involved their company now working out of Dubai. His father was a very rich man who it seemed wanted very little to do with his Son.
When Chris was 14 his father had accepted the CEO position of a large oil company, dropped his son into boarding school and moved abroad, Chris's mother going with him.
Besides having very little contact with his Parents Chris lived the life of a very wealthy person. He received a large amount of money each week from his parents to help pay for his very low maintenance life. They also covered his bills, assistance around the house, car insurance, gym membership, on-line games even his porn subscriptions separately, leaving him to burn his weekly income as quick as he could; often in the grubby pub he was currently in, on pints of cider like the one he was now drinking from an even grubbier glass.
The smell of mould finally became to much for him; he picked up his suit jacket and left the pub stepping into the cold, dark street.
He only lived 2 miles from the pub but as he often said to the barman he'd 'rather walk home in the pissing cold, than give any money to bloody poles.' The village was very small but had a large youth culture as a small estate on one side was constantly being filled by single mums, and young guys on the dole who received housing benefits to live there. Luckily he lived on the opposite side of the village and only had to walk past a small block of flats on his way home.
Despite his walk home being quite most nights, often it was uncomfortable,
and on many occasions he felt as though he was being watch by someone close by and on one of these occasions he even ran the distance as he swore he could hear footsteps behind him.
He finally made it home and opening the door, removed his jacket, trousers, tie, shirt and socks dropping them on the floor making a rather scruffy looking pile. 'The maid can clear that up, when she gets in tomorrow' he thought.
Turning the hall light on and closing the door in nothing but his boxers he headed into his study, sitting down in his leather seat he dropped a hand onto the mouse waking the mac up from its sleep.
It took little time for him to type the name of his favourite porn site into the address bar - domination tube, and he was soon looking over the recommended videos for the day.
He would never have considered himself bi-sexual but if there was gay porn in the days kinky recommendations he wouldn't avoid it. To him it was all about the scenes and the domination, and very little about the Masters gender.
After 15 minutes of one of his regular clips; a young woman chain to the basement floor being anally and orally fucked by two dom's, he let out a load moan and came all over desk. And with the final though of 'The maid can clean that shit up too,' he headed upstairs, closed his curtains and went to bed.
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What do you guys think?
Yay or Nay?