Lost Angel

Chapter One

Content Warning: sex, bdsm aspects
From Jasper's point of view

I pluck a cigarette from my dumbass co-worker.

I stomp it out, "this isn't a time to be sitting around. Get over there and finish your job. She's here to pick it up and you are fucking around."

He whines, "jackass, I'm on break."

I stomp over and finish it. I double check everything because that guy is a fucking dumbass.

I fill out the paperwork. I swear I'm the only one who knows how to do their job.

Like customers first and then you can smoke your fucking cigarette.

The lady winks, "maybe I can see you later? When do you get off?"

I put the money in the register, "I'm sorry. I'm gay."

She wags her finger, "that's no fun."

I think back to the night before. I definitely had fun.

I shrug, "I have plenty of fun."

She scoffs, "well fine then."

I let her stomp out.

Fuck her then. You don't get to be a snob because I'm not sexually interested in you.

I sigh heavy and smack my coworker on the back of the head, "you are a dumb ass. Next time you are finishing your own damn job. You are such a jackass."

He gently grabs my arm, "you like it don't ya?"

I pull away, "no. Fuck you."

He leans in closer, "are you gonna let me come over later?"

I move away more, "fuck you dumbass. Stay away from me."

I work on the next project. Stupid fucking bottom. I wish he'd fucking work harder and than maybe he'd be fucking attractive.

I tighten bolts and lean closer to look.

I pack up my stuff once the day is over.

I sigh softly. I could take home my co-worker.

I shake my head, clearing the thought.

I will not sink to the low of fucking needy, lazy, bottom co-workers.

I go home. Alone.

I will stick to that, 'I'm not fucking co-workers' thing.

I find my way into the garage. I end up here almost every night.

It is like a distraction from how lonely I am.

I mean I fuck around a lot, but I'm lonely.

No one is the right mix.

I don't even know at this point. Like I want a hard worker, a little freak when they get home. Someone to be my submissive.

I mean is that a lot to ask for?

I just want a good, hard working, bitch boy.

I wipe the grease from my hands as I head back inside.

I get in the shower. I keep my eyes up, trying to avoid the nagging boner.

I don't make it long before I give in.

It's shameful really.

I stroke my cock slow. My brain flashes to the bottom I fucked last night.

An odd occurance for me. Usually I don't think about anyone. I just think of concepts, or perhaps feelings rather.

What it feels like to fuck someone. How their moans make me feel. What it is like to be on top of someone.