"wow of course u would counter jump me u little bitch"
b4nny felt very comfortable with his statement that he put into the in-game chat. He absolutely hated counter-jumpers, and seeing Sideshow doing so on his favorite arena, Spire, made him feel anger.
But he felt something else, too.
"wow of course u would counter jump me u little bitch"
Sideshow loved it. How perfect could the famous b4nny be? Everyone knew him as one of the great DM Gods of the Americas. And seeing that single line of text filled Sideshow with a happiness. He loved being humilated by those above him. He loved being dominated by anyone, in any shape or form. Sideshow wanted to be a little worm beneath b4nny's feet. He dreamed of that day.
Friday, August 26, 2016
Two days before i58 LAN.
Sideshow had not easily forgotten what had happened at i55 with b4nny. He hadn't had a pipe as tasty as b4nny's, and he was desperate for more. He needed that wang like a cocaine addict fiended over that nose candy.
Sideshow had already planned everything out. He had already had a room prepared for the explicit purpose of "doing-the-deed".
He waited in his bedroom for hours.Waiting for a signal that b4nny arrived. Maybe he would hear his voice? Or the sound of his shoes softly tapping on the linoleum flooring? Sideshow lost track of time, drifting into his own carnal thoughts and closed his eyes. All he could see was a supple, soft, uncircumcised penis, sheathed by foreskin. One day, his dream would cpme true. And Sideshow was determined to make it on that very same day.
The sun shined through the heavy curtains. Birds chirping, a slight breeze carried pollen through the air.
Our little dong goblin had fallen asleep.
Angered that his plan had failed to such an idiotic mistake, yet at the same time terrified that this was going to be his last chance to smell the musk of b4nny, Sideshow sprung out of bed. He frantically snatched his clothes up and took a brief shower. Different thoughts raced through Sideshow's mind. His first plan already had failed, he had to make a new one, and he had to make it quickly.
The thought sprang into his mind. He had never thought of doing so simple before. Sideshow would invite the American LAN champ to the nearby tf2 pub, "Skial's Badwaters".
Sideshow waited within the empty bar. The only noise he could hear was the traffic outside. He whipped out his phone, screen cracked, the pink plastic case nearly slipping off. Sideshow finallu mustered up enough strength to send b4nny a message through Steam.
"Why don't you come down to Skial's Badwaters? I've got a couple of friends waiting here."
He sat his phone down onto the bar stool beside him. Sideshow had plenty of experience with other men, but b4nny always had made him more nervous than a tf2 match.
The wooden door swung open. The sun was to his back and his cape was pulled behind him by the draft within the pub. b4nny, the long time tf2 lan champ had arrived.
"Didn't ya say that there would be more people here?" b4nny said, his confidence draining with each word.
"Yeah, but we can have fun without them. Let's get some drinks."
The bartender walked from the unkempt bathroom and towards the couple.
"What do you two want?"
"I'll have two pink squirrels" Sideshow desprately needed that liquid courage, and he needed it now.
The two men finished their drinks, Sideshow slamming both drinks like a slut slamming on wangs and b4nny casually sipping on his like a bitch.
Sideshow, a complete lightweight, had already begun to feel the effects of the sweet almond cocktail.
Sideshow had opened his mouth in a drunken slur and had spat out "Hhhhhey, can you pick up the tab for me.... I f-forgot my wallet in my room".
Annoyed by the wildly cheap Sideshow, b4nny slapped down a £50 note.
"Alright let's just go home" b4nny had said, with a hint of dissapointment in his voice.
Sideshow's plan was fully coalescing "Let's go back to my room, we can play a game or something"
The duo left, walking down the dark streets until Sideshow reached his hotel.
They had walked into the elevator, and Sideshow had slipped the card key into the door.
"Room 519"
Sideshow threw b4nny onto the soft bed, shoes still on.
"W-w-wait! I thought you said we were going to be playing games!"
"We will be" Sideshow had said, winking at the quavering twink.
Sideshow hadn't wasted a full 12 months of planning just to be blue balled last second because of b4nny's cold feet.
Baby oil. A red ball-gag. Rope. A 9-tailed whip. These were the things that Sideshow pulled from his black duffle bag. Sideshow already had removed and neatly folded his clothes and placed them in the corner, waiting for him after the deed was done.
Sideshow tossed the ball gag over to b4nny. Sideshow somehow tied himself to the bed without any assisstance. But he still needed assisstance with something else.
"b4nny, lube me."
"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you? You little sex hungry fox. You want this big, floppy steak, don't ya?"
Sideshow hadn't expected b4nny to have a change of heart so quickly. This had made things much, much easier.
Sideshow's was lying on his knees. Both hands tied to either corner of the bed. Waiting for that cool, smooth liquid to be poured on his waiting brown starfish. The anticipation that his raised buttocks was feeling was palpable.
"You naughty little boy. You dont DESERVE such liberties as lubricant."
Sideshow looked over his shoulder.
Behind him stood a behemoth. An easily six and a half foot giant, with a penis the size of a summer sausage (image: http://sportsrapport.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/usingers-summer-sausage.jpg) and a man with more hair than a gorilla.
"You've grown, since last I saw you. Naked, I mean."
"Yeah. And you're going to taste my growth like a sunflower tastes photosynthesis, bitch."
Sideshow didnt understand a fucking word that the dribbling retard said, but he was excited anyways.
"Punish me, b4nny."
And punish he did.
Sideshow was whipped until his asscheeks were a strawberry-shortcake red. And he loved every single second of it.
"INSULT ME, B4NNY!" -Sideshow said, the pain overwhelming him with pleasure, adrenaline, fear, and everything in between.
"Bitch! Slut! Whore! Keep yelling, you jewish cock loving idiot!" each word encouraged Sideshow, and filled him with more and more satisfaction.
"STICK IT IN ME! PUMMEL ME WITH YOUR ROD OF LIGHTNING, YOUR SALAMI OF STRENGTH!"
B4nny violently threw himself at Sideshows raw, stinging, arab ass began fucking the puny man at warp speed. With each thrust, he simply grunted
Sideshow was much, much more passionate in his ability to verbally describe his lust.
"Give me your all, b4n man! Fuck me harder than how you fuck those brain dead pubbers!"
Each thrust, their grunts became louder. The two mens liquids of precum, spit, sweat and tears all intermingled to make the room smell suprisingly like the underside of a bench at a public gym.
Sideshow's tongue lolled out and his eyes glossed over. The only thing that existed in this world was penis, and butthole.
b4nny's thrust had been increasing in speed since he had started, and at this point, b4nny was moving faster than light. With the precision of a military sniper and the steady-ness of a bomb defusal expert, b4nny removed his wet, throbbing cock from the tight pound hole, and removed Sideshow's restraints
"Finish me off."
With that being said, Sideshow had seized the bottle of Baby oil that was beside him the entire time, teasing him with dreams of soft entry, and dumped half the bottle over his own chest and genitals and the other half on b4nnys.
He pushed b4nny onto the bed yet again, and laid over him, cock-to-cock.
Sideshow began rubbing his worm across the giant banana.
b4nny couldn't bear it for much longer, and Sideshow knew it too.