You’re a successful businessman. Job, Car, House. You’re the leader. You’ve hired, you’ve fired. Your decisions have led to broad redundancies.
I didn’t know it was you untill I opened my front door to welcome in a guy I’d met on Fabguys. A guy that had come to my house because he wanted my cock.
I instantly realised that you didn’t remember me from the way you greeted me and walked into my hallway.
I’ve wanted this. I’ve fantasised about fucking you. I never detested anyone as much as I detest you.
You started to say something, but I yell at you:
“YOU CAN TALK WHEN YOU ARE ON YOUR KNEES”
You drop to your knees.
”close your eyes”
You close your eyes. You can hear his belt being undone and trousers fall…
“Open your eyes”
