swords men

things changed

The day before the meeting type was to the back with his body to the wall to watch has his father was being whipped to have a smile to his face. Type watched aawut then fall to his stomach to have his head turned to the side to breathe in deep for the person who was whipping him to then turn to leave, type stopped close to eye over him .
"You also will go 3 days without food."
Type then turned to stop before the door to then turn to eye where his father was.
"Just........ Kill..... Me....."
Type looked him up and down .
"Mm...... No."
Type then turned to leave to slam the door to close his eyes to take in a very deep breathe to then go back to his day.
Upstairs to his room, he was to his desk to make a lot of phone calls, to then take a hand to his head to undo his hair to have it fall to then talk to another doctor.
"So...... You can remove it?"
"Should be about to yes, can you come in for a consultation next week?"
"Yes I can."
Type then placed the phone down to eye over it to sign. He then slowly moved his eyes up to dart them, turned his body in the chair he looked across the room to see sulina to the bed to be sleeping to his side. Type made a face.
He then got up to go to sulina, he went to the bed to be hovering over, to then place his hands to the bottom of his shirt to then pull it over his head to toss it to the side to then place his hand to sulinas neck to move his head to the side to start to kiss lightly, sulina furrowed his brow to feel this to then move to his back to then eye down has type then went down, sulina signed to then look to the ceiling to then move his head back to close his eyes to suck in a lot of air has type sucked on his cock.
A bit later, sulina had moved them about to place his dick to types to trib, for type to have his hands to either side of his head, has it was lifted back to be moaning, to have his feet planted to the bed to be grinding with sulina.
"Aaah......mmmm...... So close....."
Sulina had his eyes closed to keep thrusting to have a face, this action did feel good however they did it quiet often, sulina then opened his eyes to dart to make a face.
What happens if my dick accidently went in types hole? What would he do? Maybe he would finally get over that asshole and we could have sex and have more of a stable relationship?
Sulina kept thinking in that direction to start to move his groin back to make this look like an accident for types eyes to then pop open for him to then place his hands to sulinas dick for them to eye the other.
"What the hell sulina! Your tip...... Touch my.....ugh! I've told you this and told you this, no sex! Now stop, I'm so close and..... Hey what are you doing!"
Sulina hearing type talk he then took his dick back to then get up to go to grab his boxers to then place on the his shirt. Type moved up on his forearms to look him over..
"I'm so sick and tired of this, I want to have sex! God, we are not two teenagers rubbing our man hoods against the other, jeeez type, don't you want to have sex?"
Type made a hard face to look down.
"I told you why no, now I have a very stressful day tomorrow, get your ass back to bed."
Sulina stopped what he was doing to then turn to look over type.
"I'm sick of your excuse, oooh I don't want to have sex, because I don't want to be emotionally invested with any one again, why the hell am I paying for his crimes types! I've finally had enough! It's been 6 years, get over it!"
Type made a real hard face to then cover himself to sit to the edge of the bed.
"Your fucking mocking me! God, you are such a prick, I told you all of this 6 years ago and what the hell!"
Type watched has sulina then went towards the door..
"I was younger then type, thought after some time, ugh my mistake!"
"What the hell do you think your going! I want to cum!"
"Ugh! Use your hand!"
Type made a real hard face has sulina then left while slamming the door, he then turned his head to look forward.
Fuck!
He then laid down to his side to place his hands under his head to look to the wall with a lot of anger to go to sleep that way, waking up the next day, nothing changed, type was very angery and tired, he got dressed in a blur to be in his car to be going to this meeting to have a very hard face on.
Just get through this, nothing is going to happen.
Type placed himself in a mind set to then be the first to the place to eye about.
He then looked down.
Nothing is going to happen, just get it done.
He then turned his head to see others come in to see them take there spots, after the time type looked to the only emptied space to then eye around. Tharn wasent there, types heart started to settle. He then eyed down..
Maybe the jackass isn't going to come.
Type couldn't help but to smile to then grimace.
"Well Mr. Naramata, so good for you to grant us with your presence."
Type heard the chair pull out to grit his teeth to continue to have his head hung to be looking to the table, half the meeting he was able to stay that way, however he lost, mid way through he peeked.
He turned his head a bit to look down to the 5th person to then eye over the 6th, tharn naramata. Type looked him over to be confused. Tharn cut off his hair, it now looked like the hair style he had when he was younger, type then looked over his suit to see tharns chest was a bit more bold, he looked over his face to see how tired he was to see he had a paler complexion.
Type then looked back to the speaker with questions, after everyone got up for type to try to be the first one out to then be pulled by his arm to a hallway that was secluded to then be pushed to a wall to take in very deep breathes to have his head hung to look down to the person's shoes to then slowly eye up to have an angry face to be breathing quite hard to look over tharn to see he grew another two inches to then look between his fingers at a card, type shook his head to then try to leave for him to be pushed back to the wall, he made a noise to then look over tharn to see him motion with that card for type to then take it to really eye him over.
"What!?"
Tharn narrowed his eyes to look over type to then turn to leave, type pressed his body to the wall to breathe heavily to then scoff to place his head to the wall to look up.
What the hell!
He then signed to then bring up the card to eye over it.
"We need to talk, come to my office, next Thursday at 9pm. Do not make me come after you."
Type read and reread that to groan.
Fuck!!!!