Russian Roulette
Warning, this story is not for people who don't like m/m or animals.. But if you don't like animals, when the hell are you on this site?! O.o Please remember that I apreciate you reading my stuff, but if you're not of the approperate age to be reading such things, then please, don't... Try and be innocent? And, maybe even stop jacking off to that porn? Oh, wait... You're probably a guy, and guys ARE ALWAYS HORNY!! Haha. Enjoy! ((P.S. I apologize for my spelling, it's not great...))
It was snowing this night in New York. The date? Friday, December 24th, 2009, it's aproximatly 11:57pm - And on this night, the eve before Christmas, is the night our story begins.
In the warehouse, it was cold. You could see your breath. Three men stand around a very expensive Ikea table, wood, cherry to be exact. Item number 776543550, why is this table number important, you might be asking, why would I put that into there? Well, if you read on, you'll find out.
On this night, the three men were deciding a fourth mans fate. Caryl Dateon is an accountant, and a very poor man. He works for "World Bank" - The LARGEST bank in the world, hence the name... He's a low level accountant, but he made one major mistake. That mistake? Lying to his boss...
12 days earlier
"Caryl, hey, did you get that billing report on my desk? I need to put into the files for corporate..." A slightly aged English setter jogged over to Caryl, a must younger kangaroo.
"Oh, sorry Dave, yeah, I'll go print that to your office right now..." Caryl picked up his speed and walked over to his cubical. In his cubical, there was an Ikea table, item number 776543550. On that table, was the billing report that he was supposed to put onto the desk, but he didn't see in under his coffee, his pens, and his breifcase, inside the briefcase, there was no paper work, only toys, kids toys. Today, he did two things, bought his childrens Christmas toys and stopped at the Rite Aid to buy condoms... His boyfriend (but to his kids, roommate) wanted to have sex that night... And Caryl didn't like bareback... Instead of grabbing the report, he printed the one that was wrong, an excel file that he had done at home and not checked... But it was called the same thing as the other - Why was it called the same thing? All I have to say: Mac's... Essentially, what he was about to do would cost the company 11 billion dollars and would result in his iminate death. You see, when he puts that file on his boss's desk, he's making the choice to die... And that choice, is unknowing, unwilling and unchangeable. We all make the mistake of picking the wrong thing to do... We could all avoid death, for maybe 3 days longer if we would just pick the "wrong" choices...
"Boss! I put the file on your desk!" Caryl put on his coat. "I'm heading out!"
Dave walked over to Caryl's cubical and nodded. "Cya tomorrow..."
Caryl nodded, and walked to the exit. He pushed the button on the elevator and waited for almost 2 minutes. When the elevator finally came, the doors opened and like every night, Caryl got inside, thinking that the elevator would take him down to the parking garage, but this night, it didn't do that, on the 3rd floor, two below his own, the elevator stopped, the doors opened and a young, very attractive husky walked into the elevator. The husky smiled at Caryl and stepped inside, looking at the panel. He saw that the garage button was already pressed, so he leaned on the wall of the elevator and closed his eyes. This husky, continued to catch Caryl's eye. Why? Because his zipper was undone and he was not wearing underwear. You could see right into his pants. The way he was leaning let just the right amount of light in that Caryl, could see a condom on his manhood, and it was used. This husky had had sex today, or just recently, because this condom was full of cum, to the top, almost. Caryl began to fantasize about having sex with the husky... He closed his eyes and as his fantasy began, he felt his member get harder and harder. As the elevator came to a stop, the kangaroo looked at the husky, who was looking at Caryl's groin. When Caryl say that his pants were tented, he smirked and itched them a little, walking out of the elevator. He walked to his car, and the husky walked to his.
This was a strange thing, just seeing someone staring at your manhood, but Caryl liked the attention. Before he went back to school, he was a pole dancer and went to parties for women and men.
Now, back to the present, no?
At this point, the table is now holding a gun, a revolver, holding 1 bullet. This gun has a serial number of 5565700-012 This gun is owned by, Caryl Dateon, he is a citizen of the united states and he lives in gun zone 5700 and in the city block of 012 (or the twelfth block from the licensing department. The taller of the three grabbed the gun put it to his head, counted to three and pulled the trigger. Nothing. He passed it to the seconds, the shorted of the three. He put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. Nothing. The third man took the gun, put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. Boom. He fell, and the gun hit the floor... The shorter man took the gun and put another bullet into it, spun the barrel and put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. Nothing. This same thing happened for three more tries and when it went to the tallest of the two left, the gun fired and the man fell. The gun fell with him and this time the pearl handle on the gun, broke. The shortest man, put two more bullets into the barrel, walked over to Caryl, turned on his side put the gun to his head and pulled it. The gun fired and the blood and guts hit Caryl in the face. The three men that died? Were the executives of the company that Caryl had accidently put under.
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