the deal

thought had it figured out

Type was to the couch to be sitting to be taking in deep breathes to look down at his still bruised body to then pull down his shirt to lay his head back to look to the ceiling to sign.
I have......9 hours before I have to go to that..... Disgusting son of a bitch but...... I'm still so sore and...... What am I going to do about......I can't deliver to what he is wanting so I...... Fuck!
Type placed his hands to his eyes to rub to be happy his sister was at school.
He then moved his hands down to get slowly up to go to the kitchen to go to the fridge to open the door to eye about.
Signing and hard, type wasent even hungry, he just didn't know what to do.
He then closed the door to turn to place his body to it to place his hand to his forhead to look forward with a grim expression.
What in the hell am I going to do tonight? I can't get hard that way! Can't when I have a pervert asshole watching me. Makes me sick! Why does he have to....ugh!
Type moved himself from the door to walk about with his head down to head back to the couch to sit to the edge to then move his body back to the back to look forward to the television to then grab the remote to the side to place it up to start to turn the channels to then raise an eye brow has he saw a show with really cute girls.
He then placed the remote down to his side to then place his hand to his leg to then start to drum his fingers about.
Maybe......I need to think of.....cute girls like this to....
Type signed to move his hand about to place it to his crotch to start to rub has he emptied his mind to just focus on the girls he was seeing, to figure out this was an over 18 movie he told his sister to watch out for.
Type gulped to then place his hand into his sweat pants to then have it go under his boxers to start to play with his member that was still refusing to get hard.
Type curled his bottom lip inward to keep at it, to then take out his limp dick to keep rubbing.
These girls are..... Hot...... Just think of them.....
Type started to breathe heavily has his dick started to get hard, to then smile to move his groin up and down.
Mmm...... Know I......nnn.....
Types body tensed to then cum everywhere, he moved his head back to breathe in heavily.
Can cum..... Know I can..... Think that's the ticket..... Empty my mind.... Think of hot girls.... Like these ones....
Type signed to then get up to clean the area and himself.
A bit later, suxie and type we're in the kitchen for suxie to be eyeing the clock with a long face, type made a face has he heard his watch going off.
Suxie turned her head to eye over type.
"Please don't go."
Type got up to sign to then place his half finished food to the sink to take in a very deep breathe.
"I'll...... Be back."
Suxie got up to ran to type to wrap her arms about him, type couldn't help but to wince.
Suxie placed her head to his back.
"Your still hurt. Don't go."
"I.... Have to suxie. Just can't.... Piss Any one off. I'll be fine."
Type placed his hands to suxies arms to then turn to eye over her.
"Suxie.....I promise. I'll be back."
Suxie kept her head hung to have her chin quivered.
"Remember go to bed early."
Type then let his sisters hands go to then go about to leave, suxie wrapped her arms about herself to let a few tears fall.
To that door, type flexed his jaw to sign and hard to then raise his hand to knock, has it was closed.
Type stepped back to gulp to then eye has the doors opened to watch the boss come about to eye over type, he then moved to the side to motion with his head for him to go in.
Type kept his head forward to go in.
The boss watched him go in to then move about to close the doors.
Type went before that spot to eye down with a face.
The boss went to him to eye over his back.
"You know what to do Mr. Vuto."
Type signed to then slowly go to his knees to hang his head to wince, the boss raised his eye brow.
"Still in pain?"
"Can we.... Just get this over with? I.... Want to go home."
The boss shrugged to go about to then sit down.
"Proceed."
Type signed to then close his eyes, to hunch his body over to place a hand to his crotch has he did earlier to start to arouse himself.
The boss narrowed his eyes.
Type gulped, to take that hand up to take it in to place it inside his boxers to continue to arouse himself to try to think of himself on that couch.
The boss crossed his arms to eye over type.
"Mr. Vuto?"
Type made a very hard face, he lost his concentration.
He stopped moving to take in deep breathes has he was trying very hard to get it back.
The boss moved up a bit.
"Now!"
Type moved his head up to eye over the boss with anger.
"Give me a fucking minute you disgusting sick freak!"
The boss light laughed to then move himself back in the chair.
"Some set of balls Mr. Vuto "
Type rolled his eyes to then hang his head to grit his teeth, he couldn't go back to thinking about that day, all he wanted to do was kick the living shit out of this person and he felt so very wrong  and dirty.
He gulped to then rush a bit to take out his limp dick to continue to stroke to grit his teeth.
The boss rolled his eyes..
"You're suppose to be hard and giving me a load here Mr. Vuto. What is this?"
Type whimpered to stroke faster, he then made a painful noise.
The boss tilted his head to the side, he then got up to go to type to place his hand to his arm to move him up.
"I'm done Mr. Vuto."
Type turned his head to eye over him.
"Damnit! Just give me......."
"No. Now place yourself away. Your going to the in house doctor"
Type looked over the boss a bit confused has he was being pulled, type put himself away to go with this man.
To the in house doctor, type was to the edge of the bed to eye over the back of the door has he was left alone, he straightened up has the boss came in.
He looked over type with a hand to his pocket.
"Mm..... Go home."
Type raised an eye brow.
"But...."
"The doctor said you broke a rib. Your no use to me right now. You need to heal a bit more."
"What.... About the....."
"It's still very much on. Come back, 8 next Monday. And you will give me what I have been seeking, or I will have to resort to......drastic measures."
Type gulped.
"Just.... Leave my sister alone."
"Mm....we will see."
Type watched the boss leave to then slowly get down to sign has he was able to take another week, to not know what he was going to do come Monday.