DAVID 111
“Beg for it!”
“I’m begging! I beg you! Please!”
“You call that begging?”
“Puh-leeeze! Please let me have it! I’ve been good!”
“Excuse me! I decide if you’ve been good. Do you understand that?”
“Yes.”
"I'm in charge here!"
"I-I'm s-sorry, sir! David."
"Do you understand that?"
"Yes."
“Yes what?”
“Yes, sir. I’m so sorry, sir.”
“I’m never coming back.”
“Oh no! No! Please, David!”
“You want it, but you’re not desperate.”
“I am! I am I am I am!”
“Tell me what you see.”
“The h-hottest, most beautiful, biggest…rock hard bicep in the world…oh plea--”
“Oh god it feels good. I love stroking my arms.”
“Flex it. Oh please flex…ohhhhhh!”
“Hard as a rock. Like a cannonball underneath that soft skin.”
“I want it!”
“Well you’re not getting it.”
“Please!”
“Smell it.”
“Oh!”
“Kiss it. Kiss it again. Now say goodbye to it.”
“No!”
“Say goodbye to me.”
“No!”
“It’s been fun, Al”
“No, David!”
“You just weren’t desperate enough."
“No! Please!”
“I’ll leave the key on the bottom stair.”
“No!”
"I’ll call someone to come set you free.”
“NO!”
“I’ll see you at the gym.”
“David!”
“I’ll take a shower next to you.”
“Oh n-no!”
“Let you see what you could have had.”
“Ohhhh! Oh please!”
“I’m going.”
“David……….please. Please. I’ll go crazy. Please don’t do this to me.”
“Take care.”
“No. Oh god! I want you so bad! Please, please don’t go! I will worship you. I will kiss your feet. I will lick everything. Whatever you want to feel…I’ll do it. Whatever you want of me…just take it. You can have my ass. You can have my mouth. My hands will go anywhere you tell them to go. I will beg. I will crawl. I will cry. I’m pathetic. I know. But I can’t help it. You’re so beautiful, and I’m so desperate. I know you can have anyone you want. But please…please have pity on me. Try, try to understand. You don’t need anybody. But I’m at your mercy. You can make me quiver, and salivate, and tremble, and get so hard. I dream about you touching me. I see your face and your body in my mind. Touching your face and your muscles is like…drinking water or eating food. I HAVE TO HAVE IT! And so I’ll do anything…anything you want me to do if you’ll just touch me…if you’ll just let me touch you, please…I-I want to make you feel good too. You can call me your slave, your dog, your boy, your toy…whatever you want. Just please have pity on me. Please. I can’t get you out of my head. I’ll just jack off for the rest of my life, but it won’t be any good. You’re the only one I want. Nothing else even comes close. I’m begging you. Please, sir. Please let me touch you. I need it so bad. Please help me. I need you. Please help me. Please help me.”
“This what you want?”
“Yes.”
“This right here?”
“Yes!”
“Right here?”
“Yes!”
“You want to lick this?”
“Yes! Please! Oh please!”
“This?”
“YES.”
“This one?”
“YES!”
“Flexed? Like this?”
“YES!”
“You gonna make those desperate little mewling sounds? Like you’re starving?”
“I AM starving!”
“You gonna cry in desperation, even when you’re licking it, and sucking on it? Like you’re never gonna get enough?”
“Yes! I’d do it even if you didn’t want me to, because I am desperate. It’ll taste so good. Oh god, it’ll taste good!”
“Really?”
“Yes!”
“What’s the magic word?”
“PLEASE!”
“There ya go Al. Slurp it up. You’ve been a good doggie. Slurp it up.”
2004