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Schlatt's vision swayed as he struggled to keep himself straight in the chair he was sitting on. His breath reaked of alcohol, which wasn't surprising considering that a few empty beer cans and bottle of vodka that had maybe two shots left in it was right in front of him.
He was out with three of his friends, as he got a promotion at work and they went to celebrate it. Unanticipatedly, a short pale boy named Tubbo entered the bar. He eyed some people, and when he saw Schlatt, sluggishly talking and laughing, he smugly walked up to him, and without hesitation, sat at their brown table, right next to the man.
They all looked at him, confused but no objection was made to his presence. He requested a drink, which they immediately agreed to, seeing how this cutie was willing to hang out with them. Tubbo placed his chin on his hand, with his hand resting on the table. And turned to look at Schlatt.
He looked in his eyes for a couple of seconds before leaning in to whisper something in his ear, which made the man's pupils expand from a mix of happiness and excitement. They both got up from their table and went to the restroom after telling his friends he'd be back. As soon as they went in, Schlatt sat on one of the toilets with the closed lid, as he couldn't support himself any longer. He clumsily unbuckled his pants, and let Tubbo do the rest.
The boy confidently pulled down Schlatt's boxers, revealing the already hard dick.
Tubbo then started to move his hands up and down the mans dick.
His hand creepily went behind his back, as he tried to keep him distracted with giving his dick kitten licks.
The boy started to lick Schlatt's
He pulled something from behind is back and it was revealed to Schlatt to be a pistol.
Schlatt shocked asks "What the fuck is that? You got some sort of gun kink or something?"
Tubbo replies " Run yo pockets G" "Dude what?" Schlatt replied to the boy. "YO ASS DEAF? I SAID RUN YO FUCKING POCKETS NIGGA" Tubbo yelled to the man putting the gun to his head.
Schlatt still being a bit hesitant to give the small boy his money makes Tubbo visibly pissed off.
"DO YOU THINK I'M FUCKING PLAYING? I PROMISE YOU I WILL ENTER THIS ENTIRE CLIP IN YO BIG ASS HEAD MY NIGGA"
"OK OK HERE'S MY WALLET" Schlatt said while giving the boy his wallet.
Schlatt upset at himself for submitting to a scrawny 5'6 white boy.
"Smart move nigga" Tubbo said while taking the wallet and putting the gun under his shirt again.
The boy walks out of the stall and turned his back on Schlatt just to quickly turn around and shoot the man in the leg.
Everybody including Schlatt's friends wondering if he is ok runs out of the building as the man yells in pain.
The boy taking a drink from Schlatt's table then pretending to run in fear with everyone else and thinking about the other men in his life he could make run their pockets.
Schlatt bleeding profusely now has Blue Balls and a red leg.