The door slams as the young boy with perfectly styled golden hair lumbers into his apartment with slumped shoulders. Sporting a cranium or formidable size, the contrast between his lithe frame becomes even more evident. His shirt, yellow and red, and blue shorts match with his red and yellow shoes. "Another loss... how many times must I endure this!," he exclaims, scowling at the floor in angst and confusion.
Once a literal king of his universe, Lucas is not used to being a lower tier fighter in the Smash Brothers world. Having accumulated another loss, he feels as if his life is slowly spiraling into chaos. But while he may be a loser in the battle arena, on this night he will win in the bedroom. With but wave of his index finger, psionic powers levitate and whisk the bound prisoner directly to his feet. On his knees with both arms behind his back, the prisoner is completely bound by hexagonal psychic energy constructs that glow an unearthly turquoise.
Snapping his finger, lucas rouses the victim from a trance like state. Eyes roll and glance over the barren apartment, the bound person begins open his mouth to scream as he realizes his compromised state. But before any sound escapes, Lucas has already flicked his right index finger, and thus has shut his captured slave's mouth. "You'll do only as I order," he whispers coldly. Kicking off his shoe, Lucas exposes his tiny, socked foot and plants it right under the nostrils of his victim. "Smell my feet you powerless cretin!," Lucas squeaks, a wild grimace forms on his porcelain skin.
Eyes wild with excitement, the boy stands over his prisoner, rubbing his left foot all over the mans face. After several minutes of rubbing Lucas commands "Lick them!" His prisoners eyes are wild as his tongue licks in between his captors toes. Lucas giggles, tickled by his captors tongue movements that glide across his sole and toes with ease.
Tired of holding his leg up, Lucas puts his foot down and strips off his shirt, shorts, and remaining sock. Standing in front of his captor, his milky white skin exposed, as his tiny pick nipples and babyfat consume the view. Lucas walked up to his toy and plants his almost nonexistent bulge right in front of his face. "Surround my nuts with your fuckhole of a mouth, okay?" Lucas says distantly. His hands grip the prisoners head as he pushes off it and stands on the tips of his toes.
The young mans smooth, pale thighs wrap around both sides of the prisoners face and exude the boy's musk. The mouth opens and the tongue of the of prisoner coats the tighty whitey clad underwear of Lucas. The tongue moves from the back of the bulge to the front, as Lucas starts to fidget around a bit as he tries to extend the tongues range of motion. He starts falling into a rthythmic gyration interspersed with short yips and groans of pure pleasure. Five minutes of gyrating and Lucas face is blushing red.
Unable to handle it he stops gyrating and sits for a second with his bulge surrounded by his toys lips. He then pulls his tiny package out, glistening with saliva and with the underwear sticking more closely to his skin, outlining the flaccid shaft and testicles of the youth. Chest heaving from the prior action, Lucas breathes out and regains some of his composure. "Well, you hit the front but what about the back?"