"Are you going to...y'know...do that to me again?" the little boy asked Klapp Breath, motioning slightly at his rectum.
Klapp Breath exhaled cigarette smoke tiredly as he sat down on the bed's edge. The bear costume was hot and he desperately wanted to take it off, but could he trust the boy? Once he had seen Klapp's face, the child might run to the police out of fear and disgust. He couldn't risk it: the suit stayed on.
"No, I don't wanna...," Klapp trailed off, waving at the boy. "Go watch cartoons or something. I'm tired now." The boy sulked off into the corner of the dirty hotel room to pick at his toenails while Klapp adjusted the costume's headpiece needlessly in a sublimated sexual gesture.
The truth is, he did want to. The boy was nearly too old--almost thirteen, almost a teen, my god--but beggars can't be choosers in this world, and Klapp was certainly a beggar. And a buggerer, too, heh...he should use that on Anonyblog tonight, he thought. Fucking clever, he was.
But the truth was, he could no longer get it up. And I mean at all. At least when it was just ED he could say his penis was technically working, but now...nothing. Thank god, thank god, thank god he didn't have any women checking out his limp prick; that would be just too much to take. Fucking women. The boys just didn't really know enough to comment, but women always made him feel totally worthless in bed, as in life.
He lit another cigarette and pushed the filter end through the hole he cut in the costume's mouth. How had he come to this? Attempting to make sex slaves out of little boys was not his original life plan, but here he was googling Jeffrey Dahmer to gain insights into the battery acid and power drill method. So far it had only made his boys seem more retarded, not more sexy. But the ones he treated this way did change in one important way: they loved Kody Bear's writings as soon as the acid had melted their brains sufficiently. And that in inself kind of made Klapp Breath a scientist of sorts. A brain scientist, in fact. He puffed his chest out unconsciously.
The phone rang and startled him out of his reverie. He checked his watch. Shit! Ten o'clock already! And he hadn't even posted to Anonyblog yet. He had to get his shit together, and fast.
"Hello?" he muttered into the line as he booted up his laptop hurriedly.
A long silent pause followed. Finally a deep male voice spoke, "Mr. Bear, I thought we had an agreement. Wasn't that your understanding?"
"Uh, listen, I had a computer issue is all...I had some incredible shit written but the goddamn hard drive..."
"Spare me the excuses, Mr. Bear. We aren't paying you half a million dollars for your excuses, are we?
"No sir," Klapp squeaked. He could not lose this job! "Sir, I'll have the posts up immediately..." he stammered as the desktop image of Bo and Luke Duke sitting shirtless on the General Lee popped up on the screen.
"This is your last warning, Mr. Bear. If my employers feel your...extracurricular activities, shall we say, are interfering with your paid duties, well, I'm not so sure I can be responsible for their reactions. Do you understand what I'm saying, Mr. Bear?"
Klapp started to respond, but the voice on the other end was already gone. He needed to post something stupid, and fast. No problem, he thought, I'm Kody Bear. In the circles I wander, they all know me as the best and brightest. No fucking problem.
There was a crashing sound in the other room, the tinkle of broken glass, and a heavy thump on the ground below. Klapp didn't need to move his corpulent frame to know what happened in there. You've seen one semi-retarded sex slave jump out a hotel window, you've seen them all.
The kid was almost thirteen anyway, he thought. What am I, a gerontologist? Fuckin ey, that was clever too. Anonyblog was gonna go crazy tonight!
Posted by anonymous at August 11, 2006 2:16 PMExcellent!
His Excellency Eminence.
Posted by: at August 16, 2006 1:45 PM