Fuck ups
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fag rich fucked up. fag josiah fucked up. I fucked up.
josiah: As my readers know, Josiah was relocated by his company to its office in Shanghai. I have been living in josiah’s apartment while he is gone and I promised to fly out to spend some time with him after about three months. josiah and I have been staying in touch – kind of – by Skype, although the time difference (12 hours) kind of complicates things.
Well, I learned a few days ago that josiah wasn’t alone while we were chatting on Skype. I didn’t so much hear anyone else in the room with josiah as I sensed someone else was there and when I asked him, the bitch was forthcoming. he acknowledged that he had a work associate in the room with him, that he was trying to impress this guy by showing off me as his friend and the Man he served. I was pissed that he had violated our privacy and told him so. i immediately disconnected the call. josiah Skyped me a few days later and apologized again. I told him that I was not coming to China in June, as scheduled; that he could take his first class air tickets and shove them up his ass.
“i deserve to be punished,” he said.
“Your punishment is yet to come, bitch,” I responded.
rich As you know, rich has been assigned the duty of making sure my apartment is clean before I come home from work each day. the fag has been doing a decent job, but not up to the standards of my expectations.
This is where I have been fucking up. I should have called the bitch on it way sooner than last night.
But I came home last night and was in the mood to and had the time to “refocus” rich. I called him down on the phone. “Now!” was all I said when the bitch answered his phone, and he was in the foyer of my apartment, kneeling and trembling (and breathless) within about 45 seconds.
“You call this clean?”
he looked at me quizzically, and that pissed me off, so I hauled up and slapped his face hard. Tears came to his eyes. I dragged him by his caged dick through the apartment, pointing out deficiencies in his cleaning: a streak on the glass topped coffee table, another streak on the kitchen counter, a few crumbs on the counter near the stove, dust balls in corners throughout the apartment. Each time I pointed out a defect I punched or kicked rich, for emphasis. When we got to my bathroom, I pointed out a smudge of indeterminate origin on the inside of the toilet bowl.
“What’s than?”
By this time rich was quivering, not to mention black and blue all over his body.
“i don’t know, Sir.”
“Well, clean it up.” rich turned to head toward the closet with the cleaning supplies were kept.
“With your tongue, bitch.”
rich stopped dead in his tracks, and just stared up an me. I grew impatient and was about to strike the fag again when he crawled over to the toilet, lifted the seat, put his head inside and starting licking the side of the bowl.
I was simply astounded at how low I had brought the bitch. My mind was swimming with possibilities and my dick was rock hard…
