i love yuri's tie okay
So, like, uh...sometimes I write things that are awful. I was about to say, "I don't share them!" but then I realized that oh, yes, I do. Which is what I'm about to do. OH HI IF YOU NEVER WANTED TO READ ABOUT BARNABY'S THROBBING ERECTION YOU SHOULD TURN BACK NOW.
In Miniature
A small, blond head of curls passed by Kotetsu's desk. At first he thought it was someone's child, wandering around the office, possibly lost. The words, "Hey, kid - " were on his lips until he saw to whom the head belonged.
It was Barnaby (or something that looked exactly like Barnaby) but entirely in miniature. As if he had gone toe-to-toe with a shrink ray and lost. Even his clothes were tailored exactly to his newfound frame.
"H...hey!" Kotetsu shouted, gesturing wildly. "What's...with you...why do you...!"
Barnaby bristled at the sound his partner's voice and turned his head, scowling. "I don't know what you're talking about. Excuse me." He begin walking rapidly in the other direction. Kotetsu stood dumbfounded for a beat, watching Barnaby's tiny legs, no longer slim but short and rather stumpy, like a child's. Kotetsu shook his head and crossed the room in three strides and scooped Barnaby up under his armpits.
Barnaby's legs kept moving, treading air before he realized he wasn't going anywhere. "Hey!" he said, twisting in Kotetsu's grip. "Put me down!"
Kotetsu spun him around and peered closer into his face than Barnaby was comfortable with. "What happened to you?" he asked, eyes narrowed, scrutinizing every inch of Barnaby's appearance.
Barnaby sighed. "It's a long story that I don't care to tell and none of your business."
One Drink
Barnaby had been very naughty. He let a little moan and wiggled his jeans down, just enough to expose his ass, just enough to give Kotetsu a peek. "Look how bad I've been, Papa," he said, whining a little. "Punish me."
Kotetsu covered his face with his hands, mouth agape in horror. He had invited the kid over for a drink - just one drink - and this what greets him after he comes back from the john? Barnaby moaned again and tugged his jeans down over his slender hips, gyrating slowly.
Kotetsu sighed. "Look, Bunny, I'm - I'm not sure what you thought this was going to be." He coughed. "But I'm...I really don't think - "
Barnaby purred. "Oh, come on, Papa! You're not going to let me get away with being cheeky, are you?" He turned around and pouted. "Come on, punish me! I've been so naughty. I deserve a good spanking." Kotetsu noticed the bulge in Barnaby's pants: an erection. He glanced away, embarrassed.
"Okay, kid, this has gone far enough. Come on, pull your pants up, I'm taking you home." Kotetsu took Barnaby by the arm, keeping his eyes averted. Big mistake. Barnaby begin rubbing himself on Kotetsu's leg, like some kind of animal in heat. Kotetsu's instinct was to shove him off but he knew that would only make the problem worse. He instead tried to ease him off.
Another big mistake. This time, Barnaby's pants fell down all the way and his throbbing erection was inches from Kotetsu's leg. "Good Jesus fuck!" Kotetsu said and this time he really did shove Barnaby away. The boy tripped over his own pants and went sprawling backwards, erection and all.
Barnaby scrunched up his face and pretended to start crying. "Papa is mean! Papa doesn't want to punish me!" he pouted. He then begin to pleasure himself, right there on the fucking floor, right in front of Kotetsu, God, and whoever else was unfortunate enough to see it. Then he thew up on himself.
One drink. It was just one fucking drink.
Listen to Your Father
"Kaede..." At first Kotetsu's voice was pleading, begging. Please, don't. Don't do this to Papa. When she still stood there, arms crossed, as unmovable as a boulder, is when his voice took on a more serious edge. 9-years-old and she thought she ran the show. "Kaede. As your father, I forbid you."
Kaede scoffed. "Father - ?!"
"Yes, Father. I'm telling you that you can't. You're still just a kid."
She stamped her foot. "I am not a kid! Stop treating me like I'm a kid!" She tossed her hands up in the air, rolled her eyes. "Whatever! It doesn't even matter what you think anyway."
Kotetsu narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Kaede faltered for a moment, afraid perhaps she had gone one step too far. "You...you're never home. It's like...you're not even...my father anymore." Her expression softened, her eyes downcast. "I miss you a lot."
"Oh." Kotetsu felt most of his anger running out of him. That old bit of guilt, that feeling that never quite went away, throbbed inside of him. Like a cut that never healed. He ran his fingers through his hair. "Kaede...I'm - "
"Don't...say you're sorry, Dad," sighed Kaede. "I don't care." The words came out more vicious than she had intended. "But...Grandma said it was all right so...I'm going to do it. I'm going to marry Yuri."
Kotetsu resolved to kill his mother right after he killed that damn judge.
In Miniature
A small, blond head of curls passed by Kotetsu's desk. At first he thought it was someone's child, wandering around the office, possibly lost. The words, "Hey, kid - " were on his lips until he saw to whom the head belonged.
It was Barnaby (or something that looked exactly like Barnaby) but entirely in miniature. As if he had gone toe-to-toe with a shrink ray and lost. Even his clothes were tailored exactly to his newfound frame.
"H...hey!" Kotetsu shouted, gesturing wildly. "What's...with you...why do you...!"
Barnaby bristled at the sound his partner's voice and turned his head, scowling. "I don't know what you're talking about. Excuse me." He begin walking rapidly in the other direction. Kotetsu stood dumbfounded for a beat, watching Barnaby's tiny legs, no longer slim but short and rather stumpy, like a child's. Kotetsu shook his head and crossed the room in three strides and scooped Barnaby up under his armpits.
Barnaby's legs kept moving, treading air before he realized he wasn't going anywhere. "Hey!" he said, twisting in Kotetsu's grip. "Put me down!"
Kotetsu spun him around and peered closer into his face than Barnaby was comfortable with. "What happened to you?" he asked, eyes narrowed, scrutinizing every inch of Barnaby's appearance.
Barnaby sighed. "It's a long story that I don't care to tell and none of your business."
One Drink
Barnaby had been very naughty. He let a little moan and wiggled his jeans down, just enough to expose his ass, just enough to give Kotetsu a peek. "Look how bad I've been, Papa," he said, whining a little. "Punish me."
Kotetsu covered his face with his hands, mouth agape in horror. He had invited the kid over for a drink - just one drink - and this what greets him after he comes back from the john? Barnaby moaned again and tugged his jeans down over his slender hips, gyrating slowly.
Kotetsu sighed. "Look, Bunny, I'm - I'm not sure what you thought this was going to be." He coughed. "But I'm...I really don't think - "
Barnaby purred. "Oh, come on, Papa! You're not going to let me get away with being cheeky, are you?" He turned around and pouted. "Come on, punish me! I've been so naughty. I deserve a good spanking." Kotetsu noticed the bulge in Barnaby's pants: an erection. He glanced away, embarrassed.
"Okay, kid, this has gone far enough. Come on, pull your pants up, I'm taking you home." Kotetsu took Barnaby by the arm, keeping his eyes averted. Big mistake. Barnaby begin rubbing himself on Kotetsu's leg, like some kind of animal in heat. Kotetsu's instinct was to shove him off but he knew that would only make the problem worse. He instead tried to ease him off.
Another big mistake. This time, Barnaby's pants fell down all the way and his throbbing erection was inches from Kotetsu's leg. "Good Jesus fuck!" Kotetsu said and this time he really did shove Barnaby away. The boy tripped over his own pants and went sprawling backwards, erection and all.
Barnaby scrunched up his face and pretended to start crying. "Papa is mean! Papa doesn't want to punish me!" he pouted. He then begin to pleasure himself, right there on the fucking floor, right in front of Kotetsu, God, and whoever else was unfortunate enough to see it. Then he thew up on himself.
One drink. It was just one fucking drink.
Listen to Your Father
"Kaede..." At first Kotetsu's voice was pleading, begging. Please, don't. Don't do this to Papa. When she still stood there, arms crossed, as unmovable as a boulder, is when his voice took on a more serious edge. 9-years-old and she thought she ran the show. "Kaede. As your father, I forbid you."
Kaede scoffed. "Father - ?!"
"Yes, Father. I'm telling you that you can't. You're still just a kid."
She stamped her foot. "I am not a kid! Stop treating me like I'm a kid!" She tossed her hands up in the air, rolled her eyes. "Whatever! It doesn't even matter what you think anyway."
Kotetsu narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Kaede faltered for a moment, afraid perhaps she had gone one step too far. "You...you're never home. It's like...you're not even...my father anymore." Her expression softened, her eyes downcast. "I miss you a lot."
"Oh." Kotetsu felt most of his anger running out of him. That old bit of guilt, that feeling that never quite went away, throbbed inside of him. Like a cut that never healed. He ran his fingers through his hair. "Kaede...I'm - "
"Don't...say you're sorry, Dad," sighed Kaede. "I don't care." The words came out more vicious than she had intended. "But...Grandma said it was all right so...I'm going to do it. I'm going to marry Yuri."
Kotetsu resolved to kill his mother right after he killed that damn judge.