run into Mudndawilderness on my jog back home from the gym. He'd be walking down the street, I'd be jogging by him and I'd notice that he gave me a look.
I'd turn around and see his twinky vanilla looking ass looking gay as fuck in a little tank-top he picked up from Pacsun and probably some florescent ass Nike's.
I'd grin and then start jogging in place, slowly coming to a stop and walking over to him.
"Hey man, how's it going?"
"F-fine I guess, just taking a walk"
"Oh yeah, taking a walk? You look like you're somebody's twink and it's kind of late."
He would give me an odd look at the mention of the word 'twink' and wouldn't reply.
"Come on, I know that you know what a twink is dude. You're kind of the perfect twink -" at this point I'd be close to him, my hand creeping down his basketball shorts and roughly squeezing one of his ass cheeks.
"I-I should get going home. We're-we're in the middle of the street someone cou---" at that point I'd give his ass another violent squeeze and pull him closer to me
"We're gonna have fun tonight baby, just you and me boy. We're going to have tons of fun, you're going to come home with me and I'm going to make you my little slut. You're going to get in a jockstrap that's all you'll be allowed to wear for the night"
"Bu---"
"I didn't say you could speak bitch. From now on I want you to answer with 'yes sir' and 'no sir' - so tell me butt boy...want to come home with me tonight?"
At that point my face would soften and I'd plant a small kiss on his lips, reassuring my slut that he'd be okay.
"Yes..."
"Yes what?"
"Yes sir"
