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Paul Dano was the type of man to enjoy afternoon walks, it was apart of his daily routine. He enjoyed the local park and found himself there for multiple hours per day, sometimes he’d sit down on a bench and read a book, other times he would just simply admire the nature that surrounded him. But today was different in the slightest way.. or so he thought.
He was walking his usual trail, he wasn’t paying much attention to his surroundings as he walked. Which he was soon gonna regret, as he continued down the trail, he began to him to himself, his eyes shifting from tree to tree, bush to bush. He seemed happy with himself, till something unexpected happened! As he was distracted he hadn’t even realized that he had a bee on his hand, it was too late by now.. as he tried swatting it away, the bee had already stung him. He cried out in pain as he felt the stinger dig deep into the back of his hand. He felt the tears start to swell.. as the tears began to flow down his cheeks. A mysterious figure had appeared, swooping down to appear before him!
He was tall, dressed in full black, along with a pointed helmet. He was a strange looking man, as it seemed he resembled a bat. Then, it clicked for Paul.. he knew who this was.. he felt ashamed in himself, as he saw him like this. Whining over such a childlike incident.. before Paul could even speak for himself, the man’s masked hand reached out and grabbed his own. The hairs on the back of his neck stood, as he watched the mysterious man inspect his hand.. “Uhm.. you.. uhh.. you don’t need to do that!” Paul frantically tried to pull his hand back, but it was no success as the man’s grip tightened around Paul’s wrist. “Let me help you.” Said the man, his voice was low and steady.. seemingly no emotion behind it. Paul couldn’t help but feel his heart pick up in pace as he spoke.. the proximity of them being so close awoken something in Paul. He had never seen a man like this, never so beautiful, like the one before him. He just wanted to reach out and caress that sexy man’s face, unmask who he truly was.. then all of a sudden, he was snapped out of that trance as the masked man pulled on Paul’s hand. Pulling his hand closer to his mouth, as his hand came into contact with the man’s lips, he let out a soft whimper. He wasn’t sure what he was doing.. but he didn’t protest. As his lips rested against the back of his hands, suddenly his lips parted as he began to suck on the wound. Paul couldn’t help but feel a rush of pleasure wash over him, he stared at the man as he continued to suck.. feeling his teeth graze over him ever so slightly.
This moment felt like it was lasting forever, and Paul wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He could feel his teeth digging into his bottom lip, as he tried his best to contain himself. He knew that he shouldn’t be feeling this way, especially when it was something so innocent. He continued to stare at the man, as he slowly backed away from his hand, turning his head to the side spitting out what Paul assumed was the stinger. He was at loss for words, I mean, was there anything he could say? He thought to himself, “There, you should be better now.” The man spoke, and with that.. he was gone. Paul now standing on his own, trying his best to recollect his thoughts over the course of these few minutes. He was confused, startled and even a little turned on, he wasn’t so sure what to do with himself.. so he continued on with his walk.