User:Damo
From Encyclopedia Dramatica
User:Neurophyre's German Vacation
Or
Why Khelair Can't Sit Down
"Hey, Khelair? It's User:Neurophyre. You know how you said that if I were ever in Germany I should fucking party with you?"
"Yeah..."
"Well meet me at the damned gate. Your guard buddy won't let me in until you come down here."
Khelair quickly tossed on the last bits of his MP uniform and rushed down to the gate. He was quite excited that User:Neurophyre was here, but a little nervous. Privacy can be difficult to get on a military base, and with a friendship as close as his was with User:Neurophyre their homecoming shouldn't be too public. Passing by the officer barracks inspiration struck. One of the officers had gotten a 3 day pass and was spending it in Paris. His building would be empty, and just the place for User:Neurophyre to crash.
User:Neurophyre was chatting with the guard about the night life in Germany when Khelair arrived. A quick exchange of cash, and the guard marked User:Neurophyre down as a visitor and handed him a pass for the base. "He's been a decent friend of mine," Khelair stated as they walked away from the gate, "ever since I hooked him up with the mail order shroom site you told me about." "I've got a good place you can crash for the weekend."
User:Neurophyre relaxed on one of the couches as Khelair began to unpack the bags. Glancing around the spartan military quarters User:Neurophyre got a nasty smirk. "Did you ever get that tatto I told you to get?"
"I've been pretty busy, what with the training exercises. Did I tell you about the mortars we used last.." He stopped in mid-sentance as User:Neurophyre reached out an arm and yanked Khelair toward him by his waistband. Spinning him around he yanked his pants half-down revealing Khelairs lilly-white inner thighs.
"You know I hate cliches, but you've been naughty, Khelair." "Take your shirt off."
Khelair looked embarrassed and slowly unbuttoned his military uniform. As he did that, User:Neurophyre rummaged through the rumpled pile of pants at his ankles, and removed a set of military issue handcuffs. Once the shirt was off, one of the bracelets was snapped around Khelair's delicate wrist. User:Neurophyre then led him over to the closet, shoved the officer's dress clothes out of the way, and handcuffed Khelair's hands around the rod.
User:Neurophyre's breathing became heavy as he admired his fucktoy's hairy ass. After so many months it was finally his again. Reaching around he grasped Khelair's balls firmly in his left hand. Just as Khelair jumped from the contact his right smacked down, leaving a bright red handprint behind. Khelair squirmed in User:Neurophyre's grasp as smack after smack rained down on his ass. When his squirming became annoying, a quick squeeze reminded Khelair that if he didn't behave the evening could be much more painful.
As his breathing became harder, and his pants became tighter, User:Neurophyre looked around for something else to use. He hadn't brought they're usual wooden paddle along, but his eyes focused on the coathangers. Pulling down one of the old military issue metal hangers he pulled it out straight. It had been a long time since he'd whored out Khelair's ass, but he hadn't forgotten this old pimp toy. With a whistle of air, he whipped the wire hanger down right onto Khelair's ass. With a yelp, khelair jumped up onto his tip-toes, trying to escape the sharp bite of the hanger. A second hit at an angle to the last began the latticework pattern User:Neurophyre loved so much. Khelair began to grunt in pain, and flinch away when he thought the blows would come. This pitiful behaviour excited User:Neurophyre even more, and his strokes slowed as he fingered himself through his jeans. Eventually the wait became too much, and User:Neurophyre dropped the hanger and unzipped his pants. Reaching in he pulled his cock free. It sprang to attention, and User:Neurophyre pulled apart Khelair's bruised and welted ass cheeks to reveal his tightly puckered ass. He slid his cock up against Khelair's asshole, and let the cheeks close tightly around his member.
"Spit!" he demands as he shoves his hand in front of Khelair's mouth. Khelair, knowing what is to come next spits out as much he can into User:Neurophyre's waiting palm. Rubbing the spit onto his cock, User:Neurophyre lubes himself up just enough to let his cock slide up into Khelair's waiting ass. Khelair lets out a moan of pleasure as the pain of his beating fades beneath the feeling of User:Neurophyre's cock filling him up.
User:Neurophyre begins to thrust, over and over. He comes almost immediately. Months without his fucktoy have left him with a hairtrigger. He pulls out, wiping his cock on Khelair's thigh. He whispers into Khelair's ear, "That's enough for now. I'll be back for more later." He zips back up and starts to walk for the door. "Now where can I get something to eat around here?"
In my spare time I enjoy abusing Drugs like the addict that I am. This is probably the only feature that I have in common with Mel Gibson, except maybe for liking some of his movies. I also enjoy fucking crack whores and masturbating to pictures like the ones found here. I blame this mostly on my lack of self-esteem in dealing with normal people. The only time that I have an ounce of confidence is when I'm (internally or externally) engaged in fits of lulz because of how much worse off someone other than myself is.
I like to take it in the ass regularly from User:Neurophyre, as seen <a href="http://khelair.livejournal.com/190833.html>here</a>.
Somehow, despite all of this, I have managed to not commit suicide yet.
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As you can see, I'm very easily amused. At least when I'm breaking rules. This is because of poor parenting.
