I'm Okay, You're Not Okay, Ch. 14
Red makes Jimmy sell yet another bit of his soul
With a straight face that disguised his disgust, Jimmy sat on the carpet licking his lips. Red smirked down at the wimp and shifted in his favorite easy chair. “How’s my cum taste this morning, pansy?” “Um, delicious, sir.” “As usual?” “Y-yes, sir.” “Ah, yes, that’s my little faggoty pansy.” Red scratched his balls. “Now, hand me that newspaper over there — as we say in the lumber business: I gotta go drop off a few logs,...