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| BBD | Feb 27 2011, 07:49 AM Post #1 |
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"Beautiful"
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“Daddy!” the angelic voice of my beautiful princess rings out throughout the bustling airport. I know, not the beginning you were expecting with a title like “Blue Balls” but stick with it, I’ll get to those pesky little buggers in a minute. My daughter, weaving in and out of the various people coming and going, charges through the crowd and runs right into my open and waiting arms. I scoop her up, swing her around and burring my face against her cheeks kissing her cheek over and over as she begins to giggle and push my face away screaming out, “No, no kisseys!” laughing the entire time. “Robert…” the familiar voice of my ex-wife Laurie cuts in as she walks up to my and daughter and I. Tearing my gaze away from my daughter just long enough to look up at Laurie and nod my head her way. “It’s good to see you.” “Bullshit.” I say with a chuckle, which brings out a smile from her. “Thank you for this Laurie.” She shrugs her shoulders as if it were nothing, but we both knew she was doing me the favor. It’s not often I get to see my daughter, let alone keep her for the whole week, just her and I. These are the moments I live for. Forget the titles, forget the prestige, forget the feuds and friendships I’ve made throughout my career. Seeing that face light up, hearing that sweet laugh, hearing those four little words, “I love you daddy.” That is what makes my life worth living. But, then I go and fuck it all up! In true Bobby Dean style. Days later, in the joint hotel room of Bobby Dean and Reaper, Reaper finds himself babysitting a four year old. “Uncle Reapy, let’s play hide and go seek.” my daughter calls out as Reaper sits there on the edge of the bed looking sullen, but with a hint of a smile peeking through. “You count and I’ll go hide. Okay?” Reaper raises his hand up and covers his one eye as Lorelai quickly turns around and runs into the bathroom, giggling as she goes. “One… Two….” Meanwhile, I’m two floors down in a room booked under the name Mr. Beautiful, as some recently acquired whore is on her knees, her mouth open wide as I sit on the edge of the bed enjoying the ministrations of her mouth. “Eight… Nine… Ten. Ready or not here I come.” Reaper calls out as he rises up off the bed and goes looking through the hotel room, even though he knows that she’s hiding in the cabinet beneath the sink in the bathroom. The same spot she’s been choosing to hide in for the past hour of playing hide and go seek. But by drawing it out Reaper smiles, hearing her giggling as he rustles the shower curtains in the bathroom calling out, “Are you hiding in the shower? No…. I wonder where she could be.” Swinging the door open Reaper peeks down and hears my daughter burst out in laughter, where everyone else would probably scream out in terror at the one eyed grizzled visage of Reaper. Moments later the phone begins to ring causing me to get a bit distracted as the whore lies on the bed, legs wide open, moaning and groaning like I’m a freaking Norse God, even though I stopped thrusting about five minutes ago. Reaching over her prone body I pick up the phone, regretting it almost immediately. “Hey asshole, you said you were running to the vending machine to get some candy for your daughter. That was twenty minutes ago!” Reaper bellows out into the phone, causing me to push the phone away from my ear a bit. “If you aren’t here in the next two seconds…” He doesn’t finish, nor does he need to. A threat from Reaper is to be taken seriously, especially when I’m two floors down with a whore, and he’s up there with my daughter. Needless to say, with my t-shirt in one hand, my pants in the other, I’m bolting out the door leaving the whore back on the bed as she continues to moan. I must have been really good… Two hundred dollars less, my shirt ruffled and on backwards, the zipper of my pants still down, and my balls swollen with agony. Rushing into the hotel room the first thing I hear is my daughter laughing along with the hoarse laughter from Reaper. Sneaking into the room, I peek in and see Lorelai and Reaper jumping up and down on the beds, jumping from one bed to the other, both smiling and laughing as they soar through the air before belly flopping on one bed after the other. Sensing my approach, Reaper suddenly stops jumping and looks my way. Dropping down his face is a mask of menace as I smile smugly his way. He’s seconds away from threatening me when suddenly my daughter jumps off the bed onto his unsuspecting back, squealing out happily as Reaper spins around launching her through the air, off his back and back onto the bed where she continues to giggle happily. “Again Uncle Reapy! Again!” She calls out in her sing song voice as she lifts herself up to her elbows on the bed. Reaper turns to me immediately, raising his hand, pointing his finger my way before I can open my mouth. “Don’t. Don’t you fucking dare!” “Uncle Rea…” I begin to taunt but Reaper suddenly lunges across the room, moving in forehead to forehead. “Try me!” Reaper challenges. “Go ahead, give me the reason I’ve been waiting for, you narcissistic ass hole and I’ll cut your fucking nuts off!” Smiling, I know to bite my tongue. At least long enough until Reaper walks out the room, leaving my daughter and I alone once more. Soon we’re on the floor playing Barbie, with me being Ken and her being Barbie. Hours later, more frustrated than ever as moments ago trying to squeeze one out in the shower, but unable to do so as my daughter knocks on the door every few minutes, calling out, “Daddy, what are you doing?” And Reaper laughing in the background. Looking down I’m surprised to see that my balls are not actually blue. But my pubes are, to quell the rumors. Growling in pure sexual frustration I shut the shower off and quickly towel myself dry. Shortly later I’m lying in bed with my clock reading eight at night. Something that is absolutely unheard of, but with my daughter’s head resting on my chest, sound asleep, once again the thought of my world is complete runs through my mind. But soon, the thoughts of Sara Pettis and our upcoming battle of the blue begins to inch it’s way in. Ever since I became “Beautiful” Bobby Dean, I’ve been synonymous with the color blue. California Blue, to be more accurate. But now, after a month or two this blue haired twat comes onto the scene and now my livelihood is on the line? Just another rookie looking to piggy back off of BBD’s success, just to make a name for themselves at my expense. And sadly when she’s done and gone, I’ll still be here, dealing with other rookie upstarts just like her. As I begin to drift off to sleep, thoughts of a crying, bruised and bloody Sara Pettis fill my thoughts, I’m distracted as my cell phone begins to ring. Quickly reaching over before it can wake my princess I call out, “Yeah?” “Mr. Dean?” a suave voice calls out on the other end. “This is Julian Fiasco.” “Oh shit…” I say out loud, but wishing I had just kept it to my thoughts. “Uhm, I mean, good evening Mr. Fiasco.” “It’s getting late and I’d rather wish you’d not made me make this phone call, but my nephew is not a single step closer to being a wrestler. You see, that, I have a problem with Mr. Dean.” Julian calls out straight and clear. “Play time is over Bobby, you want a lackey to carry your shit to the arena, get your coffee, and wipe your ass after you take a shit, you need to talk to your friend Roscoe Shame, not my nephew Valentino! Do we understand each other?” And with that I bid you all adieu. |
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