Three rich servings of potent cum... Normally, that would be more than enough for the devious sleep demon. His hunger was satisfied and he felt as energized as he always was after a good meal. He was almost ready to leave the Miller house for the night.
Almost.
Just as he was about to look for the safest way out, he heard footsteps. Angry footsteps, coming from the floor above. He looked up and sniffed. No doubt about it... there was still some unreleased sexual energy left in this house.
Tenzurr gave it a thought for a minute. Each milking was, in a way, dangerous for him. If he messed up and his target caught a hunch about what happened, they could involve a local priest. And that was a rather unpleasant affair for the demon.
Still, his curiosity ran wild. William F. Miller was an older man, but as virile and hotheaded as if he was twenty years younger. Tenzurr smelled anger, secrets... and desire.
After a minute, Tenzurr smiled to himself and disappeared into the shadows. He decided that perhaps he still had some room for dessert.
The oldest member of the Miller family, William Franklin Miller, was a widower in his fifties. Time has been fairly gratuitous to him - only a few gray hairs, just a handful of wrinkles here and there, and he still kept his handsome face. Women of his age group - and perhaps even some younger ones - would surely be interested in him, if only he could control his temper. William never seemed to be happy. He was grumpy on a good day and out-of-control pissed on a bad one. Not particularly violent or anything like that, but scary enough to drive people away.
Nobody was able to figure out what exactly made William such a hothead. Except for Tenzurr. He knew from the first second what the man needed to calm down.
William worked as a foreman at a local construction site. The workers there seemed to be the only ones who were able to somehow get along with his temperament. He was a respected boss and a fairly good leader - most of the time when he wasn't shouting at somebody over something insignificant.
The incident that happened earlier that day was one of those incidents.
"Stupid fuckin' little fairy," William grunted to himself as he circled the room for the twentieth time, reaching for his bottle of whisky, "Got me all riled up, that pansy-ass bastard."
He sipped some of his favorite drink, but it didn't help. He kept thinking about the new rookie they had on the site. A young, twenty-something-year-old fellow who everyone called Julian. Everyone except William - he called him "pretty boy", always using a tone that implied that the nickname wasn't a compliment.
Julian was, for lack of a better word, a beefcake, and he wasn't afraid to show it. Rather than a real construction worker, he resembled a construction worker you'd see in a cheesy porn flick. His long, black hair was tied in a ponytail. His eyes and his devilish smirk could seduce almost anyone with the right look. And his olive skin, chiseled muscles, and the fact that he liked to show a lot of his skin only amplified that.
Given the rumors about his sexual prowess with women, Julian was very popular among the others from the construction crew. Just about everyone wanted to hang out with him, have beers with him after work or just to be considered his friend. Everyone except William.
William only hired Julian out of necessity - the crew was short on men and there weren't many who applied for the position. He disliked the boy ever since he first laid eyes on him. He didn't like anything about Julian. For starters, he didn't like any man with long hair, period. Someone like that was automatically a hippie or a pansy for him. Another thing that bothered him about Julian was his smug attitude.
Julian didn't look like it, but he had very tough skin. Even when William was shouting at him, the boy only laughed it off and turned it into a joke, usually at William's expense. He still did his job, eventually, but William could sense that other men were starting to be like him, respecting William less and less with every day.
It all came to a climax that day, where William got into a huge fight with Julian because the boy pierced his ear and wore an earring to work. William hated earrings on men, but what irritated him even more was the fact that it was just another obvious attempt to undermine his authority.
"You can turn your ass around and head over to the club two streets away," he stopped Julian the moment he saw Julian walking around with that thing, "Heard they're more open to guys that choose to dress... that way."
"Really?" Julian was quick with a remark, and never lost the smile on his face, "Thanks for the educated tip, Will! You must go there a lot."
A couple workers in their vicinity chuckled at that. William already started going red in the face.
"I FUCKING dare you to take that tone again with me, boy!" he shouted, "And for the LAST time, it's MR. MILLER to you!"
"Why?" Julian wanted to know, still smiling, "Everyone else calls you like that."
"You're not everyone else!" William pointed his finger at Julian and then turned it to the earring, "And take that thing off! It's against the safety regulations!"
"Um, is it, Will?" one of the workers, Vincent, joined the conversation, "I mean, that only applies if it's dangling, or something, right? That way it could get caught into something. Julian's more like a button, seems pretty safe."
William slowly turned to Vincent. Of course, the big, bald meathead suddenly had something to say! The guy could barely count to a hundred, but all of a sudden, he was an expert on workplace safety! A while ago he was one of William's favorite employees - always obedient, always reliable, too dumb to question any orders that William gave him. But since he started hanging out with Julian, he started talking back more and more.
"Did I ask you a question, Vincent?" he asked in his trademark, menacing whisper. Vincent quickly got the right idea and promptly left the conversation, which made William feel more confident.
"I am going for a break now," he said as he turned back to Julian, "And if I see you wearing that thing when I come back, I swear to god, boy, you won't be able to sit on your ass for a week!"
"Oh, lord! What are you gonna do to it, Will?" Julian mocked him, "Are you gonna use a trick or two that they taught you in that club you mentioned?"
Most of the crew gathered around to witness that conversation at that point, and all of them absolutely lost it at Julian's comment, laughing their assess off. William looked around, confused and angrier than ever. Julian bested him.
"EVERYONE, BACK TO WORK!" he shouted so loudly that it echoed through the unfinished walls of the building in construction, "RIGHT! NOW!"
That shout seemed to work for the moment, but William could see on the faces of his men that he was starting to lose their respect. He marched away with anger, and couldn't shake that anger off even now, late at night.
Usually, a glass or two of his favorite whisky calmed him down from almost anything - but not that night. No matter what he did to make himself forget, he kept seeing Julian's stupid face in front of his eyes, laughing at him and undermining him. He circled around the room, trying to calm his thoughts.
