Vision
Back in the house, Scorn sat back relaxing on the couch of his bedroom.
There was a little curl up of his lips symbolizing some kind of anonymous contentment; a certain kind of satisfaction and joy puffed up his chest.
“Opel must have been surprised by my gift.
Hmm!
(He smirked) All these years when those girls were making eyes at him, he never looked at them twice.
But it’s the first time when I realized that my Opel could get flushed too.
It’s better if he can sort out whether it’s love or any kind of infatuation.
Opel!
Make a move today.
I’m rooting for you.” Scorn spoke to himself with a wishful hope.
Slowly he turned towards his right when his eyes caught something.
It was an ash tray; flat and round, shiny, silver metal with small side grooves to hold the cigar safely.
He took it on his hand and pressed on the bottom of the tray.
Instantly a part of the bottom slided out and a cavity can be seen inside it.
Scorn shook the tray while putting his palm on the bottom of the tray.
A ring, shiny and platinum, came out of the cavity of the tray and rested on his palm.
“HUGH!!” Scorn sighed again looking at the ring.
This time it was not only gushing off carbon dioxide out of his body but a warm sentiment intensely got pushed out of his body.
His head was resting on the upper part of the couch as he closed his eyes leaning back, letting his spine decompress against the soft cushion as tension drained from his shoulders; his body surrenders to rest.
[Flashback]
(As Scorn closed his eyes, he had a vision)
Scorn was lying on a bed with his face buried onto the fluffy pillow.
He was panting with all over sweat on his body.
He could feel a body was pinned down by him on the same bed; both of their heads rested on the same pillow, resting on it in a criss-crossed manner.
That person was too tired to even move but was panting even harder.
“Are you ok?” Scorn whispered onto the person’s right ear.
“Hmm” The person sounded fine.
Scorn looked at his left hand which kept on sending some tingling sensation from his fingers.
All his fingers were red, caused by increase blood flow or friction after a workout.
But they were also wet and he could see some slimy white slime dripping off his fingertips.
He looked at the person below him and started kissing him on his bare back.
The person at once started to curl up his body.
“Are you not done yet?” The person asked with an exhausted timid tone.
“I’m…
but….” Scorn slowly dragged his dripping wet fingers across the smooth laundered fabric of the bed sheet, and pressed his fingers firmly against the fabric to absorb the greasy disappearing stain of his fingers that ruined the sheet.
“What?” The person asked again.
“My other hand wants it too.” Scorn announced.
And at once he pounced back at the person making him unable to move.
Scorn brushed his fingers and grabbed the person’s short hair with the firm grip of his newly fresh left hand while his right hand grabbed the person’s neck from the back.
“Are you sure?” The person spoke timidly with his buried face.
Scorn didn’t say anything.
He slowly released his grip from the neck and moved back his right hand.
As his right hand gradually reached the butt of the person, Scorn slowly patted on his butt with a circular motion.
Then he moved his hand into the gap of the butt.
With his fingertips, Scorn stroked the cave hole softly.
Then with his index finger, he finally intruded into the person’s personal property.
Instantly the person moaned in pain.
Seeing the person like that was truly pushing Scorn past the point of no return.
Every plea, every soft moan from the person poured onto the bonfire of Scorn’s hunger wolf instinct, screaming to be unleashed.
As he kept on pushing it further and further inside that warm cave of satisfaction, Scorn closed his eyes.
With the to and fro motion, the cave expanded and taking the control of his hand, Scorn pushed two more fingers inside; a total of three fingers got the privilege while his pinky finger imitated the exact movement outside the cave.
At once the person yelled, panting hard, “Don’t be too harsh!
S…t…o…p!”
“You deserve it but…
I…
How to stop?” Scorn complained back with nervousness.
He was sure that the rhythm was uncontrollable by his hand.
But as he kept on pushing and pushing in, he could feel the contraction of the muscles of the person’s cave hole.
“Boss!
Boss!” It was perhaps the man below him.
With an aroused face when Scorn bent to look at the person’s face, he couldn’t see clearly.
His eyes became blur all of a sudden.
All he could hear was, “Boss!
Its 7 now!
Boss!”
[Flashback ended]
“Boss!
Its 7 now!
Boss!
Boss!
Are you there?”
Scorn snapped off at once realizing that he dozed off last night with that dream or the reality that flashbacked as a dream to him.
As he opened his blurry eyes which were not at all blurry now, he looked left and right.
He was still in the couch.
And the person who called him was one of his men who was shouting from outside his door.
“Yes…yes!
I’ll be out in 5 minutes.” Scorn shouted responding to the person standing outside.
“Yeppers!”
Scorn pressed both his hands on his face; exhausted and distressed.
Then he found out something.
He looked at his hands.
His hand….his right hand….
the three fingers….the fingertips of his three fingers were still giving a feeling of tingling sensation that cringed his whole body.
After that his eyes drifted to his left hand.
The ring was perfectly fitting his ring finger.
For a moment he kept staring at the ring with no emotion on his face.
“HUGH!!!” He sighed and then took off the ring.
Keeping the ring inside the ash tray, Scorn stood up to get ready.