Dark, red shined sky that created the cold air to escalate onto people's skin that made them shiver, and wrap their arms around them to collect the heat to themselves. The roads were empty but the neighborhood was quiet, no sound flew forwards that made them rage with anger at each-other or any substance that made them tremble with a drought.
But, at night a mysterious figure walks alone at night, nearly as if a parade, he storms down the road as if he owns it. Sad, dark, mysterious figure stopped and examined the neighborhood as if he lived in it, while an old house grew up in stood there with nobody living or owning it. Many reasons for it being haunted but also sad for the abuse stories and murders that traveled along with it. Besides-- the figure was nearly like human, but he was in fact something different in the world, possibly demonic.
Brown hair to the side that stuck to the figure, his eyes green as they glimmered within the night, his lips curved while juicy for a kiss, and his body curvy and ready for a twist. Before leaning back, a cold stranger left the house following the figure curiously but only the dark to quickly vanish.
"Josh you need to understand not to run out the door that quickly!" His mother shouted from the inside leaving the sun to shine quickly than the moon that stayed overnight. He sighed and walked the road, sensing people eyeing him from inside their houses. One of his friends touched his shoulders and snickered,
"Overthinking?" He asked teasingly as Josh shrugged himself and scoffed while denying.
He replied roughly, "No. I am not overthinking Smith. Why would I be?" they continued walking down the side of the black-rusty road that left bumps beyond the way forward.
"About that myth story with the demon at night? Plus that house? It's obvious you believe it, and want to figure it out," He continues as he looks around before eyeing Josh again, "You have to realize it's just a scary story that Halloween loves to storytell. Now, let's go to a party and drink liquor like we need." His body went forward as Josh sighs sadly wanting his friend to believe him.
Josh didn't feel like partying again and end up throwing up in the morning as usual while his mother lectures him for drinking twice-a day.
"Not in the mood, Smith. You know I couldn't talk with you over a week due to my mother being a lecturer of a human-being." He slurred while his tongue rolled feeling irritated as the sparkling of the sun rose on their skins.
"You are twenty-one, not four years old again man. You need to avoid her and have some fun, you are an adult man! Plus there's plenty of rich men that could fuck around with you, you are the money for them!" Smith yells in excitement for his friend, but he frowned at Smith and paced himself forward to get himself away from him.
Josh frowns deeply before stopping noticing the abandoned house that the story rely upon. As, his friend noticed and groaned.
"Man-- you need to sto-" He continued but Josh coughed loudly to interrupt him.
"This house has many true stories, Smith. You may not believe me, but I tell you there's a boy who definitely grew up there and haunts these roads now. Don't you hear the snickering at night?" Josh asked before looking down, and back at the house that left many shivers to humans, knowing what the father did to his children.
Smith sighed, "Yes Josh. But, those are probably animals, or dogs that stay outside to annoy the fuck out of us. That house leaves a truly sad-disturbing story of a father beating his three children, and one of the children haunts this road, but it's not real!" His voice highered not caring for anyone around them as Josh grunted before wanting to slap him, but he stopped himself.
"Then leave, go ahead and join your crusty non-humorous friends that never liked you to begin with. You never believe me in anything but you believe that they treat you like a goddess and care for you when the only thing they want you to do is rob money and give it to them!" Josh ranted as he felt his heart pound in anger as Smith hurt face swelled his expression. But before Josh could say another word, he walked off running away to his friends to cry along with chocolates and flowers.
Josh frowns, and leans down feeling guilty for his actions, and words.
"Of course, I hurt everyone around me. What did I do wrong?" He asked himself, questioning his sanity.
As he sighs, and looks at the house, he decides to walk down the road again as he tries to brush off the sadness that overwhelmed his body and made him dwell. He felt worthless, and small compared to the people that successfully made it to college, and have jobs while he works for a deli down the street that miserably throws slob at him.
But, he also worked in a club as a master in a private location. He gets good money, and he enjoys working there and taking care of slaves and other similar situations. He's been there for about 5 years, starting from when he was younger and snook out to head there, his parents don't know still he does that kind of kinky rope-work job.
After a minute, he walked down and decided to carry on as he lifted his black-bag with his equipment as under his normal clothing, he had master lingerie that made him tougher than he looks. As he walks down, he hears a small mumbling voice from the same house, as he looks back confused but his head turned away as he snickered it off and walked off heading to work, knowing his deli job started at nine am, and his secondary favoritism job starts at One PM.
**
"Welcome Back, Mr. Wesson. Many slaves wanted you today, so glad you are here today rather than you being late last week and disappointing the slaves and sub-missive's." The front guard lectured as he scoffed and walked in taking his grey-sweater off and had his shirt that was see-through lingerie for men masters that tend to show muscles and skin.
He noticed the club had blasting music on today as one of the submissives sat on the couch sipping whiskey noticing him and having a bright smile. He walked over and sat beside the submissive girl who blushed intensely.
"Master Joseph, it's you," She said his code name as she smiled brightly, "I missed you, where have you been this past week? You come everyday but lately only one day a week." she asked while frowning as he turned and sighed deeply before looking back at her.
His voice trembled, "I've been busy, submissive. Things have been hard for me, and been the rough paying mortgage and insurance and shit like that, but, I'm here now an will be often again." She looks at him an slightly nods but having doubt. They are only friends and he takes care of her in the club until a dominant, or master helps her and takes care of her. He doesn't have interest in women though, he's gay.
