Chapter 3: Chapter 3
Suddenly, two men stepped out of the shadows, their punk style appearances immediately drawing John's attention. The first man, Ron had a smooth shaved head, except for a large spike of hair, died pink, protruding from his head like a perverse unicorn, with matching pink eyebrows and a shaved face. While the other, Lou, sported a smooth shaved head except for two long green dyed ponytails on each side of his bald head, with matching green dyed eyebrows and beard. They approached with an air of confident menace, their eyes widening as they took in the scene before them.
The old man's grip tightened on the bulge in John's jeans, his voice a low growl as he addressed the newcomers. "What do we have here?" he sneered, his other hand still firmly planted on John's smooth scalp, keeping him in place. The taller man, Ron, chuckled, a dangerous edge to his voice. "Looks like we caught you red-handed, old man," he said, a cruel smile spreading across his face.
John's cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and humiliation. The insults cut deeper coming from punks that looked like them. Two men with fucked up haircuts, weird piercings and obnoxious tattoos; their eyes cold and contemptuous. Lou's fingers pinched John's forehead, making him wince. "How much of a weak bitch do you have to be to sacrifice who you are, all in hopes of fulfilling some perverted fantasy? He gave up everything, just for some weird sex" Ron laughed, a harsh, grating sound that sent shivers down John's spine. He felt his cheeks flush with humiliation as Ron's hand continued to rub his bald head, the rough callouses of his fingers scraping against the sensitive skin. "Yeah, what the fuck were you thinking, freak?" Ron mocked, his cock throbbing in his hand as he stroked it with slow, deliberate movements. "Did you think you'd look hot and sexy, all bald and smooth?