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| Brown Bag It; Dean Davies | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 18 2016, 12:34 AM (32 Views) | |
| Mikey | Dec 18 2016, 12:34 AM Post #1 |
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Hiding from humiliation only brings degradation. And I'm the degrader. -Dean f'n Davies- I'm a twin. Identical at that. I'm also the far better looking twin but we're not here for that. Having a doppelganger can definitely have it's advantages - I'm an advantageous person. A smart man is a man who capitalizes on every opportunity that life gives them - I am a smart man. Just as with everyone, even a monozygotic has sexual fantasies - the difference is we can be more creative and do things that others can't do. My brother and I have always had a fantasy we shared. Being the depraved duo we are, there wasn't much we hadn't or wouldn't do - after all how do you know you don't like it unless you try it? It's amazing the things that sound repulsive that can be quite enjoyable with an open mind. Despite all we had done, one of the most basic things had eluded us. A two on two fucking session with another set of identical twins. It wasn't until I was discharged from the Navy that we finally got to explore this little fantasy of ours. See - David and I did a lot of travelling after I got home. Money wasn't an issue and life on the move seemed to just suit both of us. It was Lawrence, Kansas - a small hole in the wall place called, conveniently enough - Hole in the Wall. The place wreaked of stale beer and cheap cigarettes. The four pool tables in the back corner had ripped up red felt covering the bed. The walls were piss green, stained over with nicotine. The words "infection" figuratively written across it. The juke box seemed to be a steady rotation of Lynard Skynard and Meryl Haggard making me want to fucking vomit. The bar had one computer slots game were a haggard, toothless bitch who look liked she'd suck one too many cocks for meth plugged in what I'm sure was the remnants of her welfare check into the money pit as she cackled with every loss of her money. It was a fucking cesspool even by my standards. As David and I were about to make our quick retreat to somewhere more hygienic, a set of twins caught my eye. I stopped and put my hand on David's chest and pointed them out. Full asses in tight jeans, white tank top on one and black on the other with 38DDD's about to burst through the cotton. I could overlook the tacky "fuck me" heels with those kind of curves. We made our approach and as we got closer it became a train wreck. You know the type - it looks exciting as hell from far away but as you get close you can taste the vomit in the back of your mouth as it tries to wretch up your esophagus. Text book definition of butter face. It was like looking at the body of Kate Upton with the face of Caitlyn fucking Jenner. I tried to turn away and seek sexual asylum but David grabbed me by the shoulder and whispered to me about it "all being pink in the middle" and took no time in reminding this was the opportunity to fulfil a longtime fantasy. Well fuck! Opportunistic! It only took a little bit of talk and one round of drinks to take them home - after all, look at my brother and myself. When clean shaven, we both look like we could model for Dior Homme. Then came the problem - performance. Typically I can fuck a woman who looks like pigeon stool as long as she has a great ass. After all, from behind it's easy to block out the image of her face and focus on her ass bouncing up and down. This time was different. No matter what I did, the image of that her gapped teeth, crooked nose, lopsided smile, and one ear sitting slightly higher than other one..it just wouldn't get out of my head. Every time I glanced at the back of her head I pictured the front of her head. Then a light bulb moment. I can be a degrading person. I take a certain pride in it. I'm sure everyone has heard the expression "I wouldn't fuck her with a brown paper bag over head". Well - don't say it before you try it because it actually makes it much easier. I don't know if it was the bag blocking out her face, or the degradation it brought to her that turned me on, but David and I were finally able to fulfill one of our many fantasies. Yes - unlike my last story this story is true. Yes - I'm an asshole. Yes - this story was necessary. Because now we are going to talk about hiding your face or better yet - wearing a mask. My opponent this week likes to wear masks. He's a connoisseur of it. Though if you ask me, he'd be better suited for a black leather mask with a zip up mouth looking like the gimp from Pulp Fiction - because let's face it, my wife made him her little bitch! The point of my story was she had to hide her face to cover up the humiliation of her monstrous looks to be able to fuck someone she didn't deserve. But by virtue of covering her face, she suffered what may have been further degradation and it all played to my sadistic masochistic side. You, Saint, you are much the same. You claim to wear your mask to make it on your own without influence of whoever the fuck your father is. Then at every mention, you throw out this anonymous legend that is your father, dong the very same fucking thing you claim to want to avoid by wearing a mask. Hypocritical. As vile and sadistic as I can be, I'm a smart man and I read people well. I have my own theory. Just like the double mint twins with a paper bag over their head, you, too, are wearing a mask to hide your humiliation. Right now, you're playing in deep waters with sharks and eventually a shark - a-la me - is going to snap your fucking neck and show just how unready you are for the deep end. It'll put into question your talent, you career, and you'll kill whatever legacy daddy has by proxy. After all, you are his worthless spawn, which makes you a part of that legacy. THAT is why you wear your mask. You wear your mask because you know inevitably you will embarrass yourself but you want to try your best to protect daddy's legacy, whatever it may be. It's your own brown paper bag to hide behind when you're mixing it up with someone that much better than you - someone that much out of your league such as myself - such as my wife. That's what you don't get. I'm not Slade. I don't play nice. I don't go to the ring worrying about winning as much as I go to the ring worrying about destroying anything and everything I can get my hands and then laughing in the misery I leave behind. I do it with ease, and this week I WILL do it with ease because of one simple fact - you can't stop me. You're not equipped for it. You're a child hiding behind a mask to keep from embarrassing yourself. Do you, Saint, even have a clue who I am? The things I've done? The things I'm capable of doing? Because better men than you have stepped in the ring with me and left the ring changed forever. Best advice I can give is just give up the points - forfeit and hand them over. Save yourself the humiliation and the degradation I'll put you through. Right now you're just wearing the brown paper bag to hide the humiliation. Save yourself before the degradation follows. |
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