Omen watched them. He watched them drive and watched them get to the coffee shop. Watched her get back into the car. Once they were on their way back again he suddenly and mysteriously appeared in front of them. Almost four feet high. Pure black eyes. No whites. No iris's. Just blackness. Thin deathly pale body. Sunken in eyes. Hollowed face. Skeleton thin. Black hair that fell to the shoulders and was seemingly wet and matted. Dressed in a pair of old timey black clothes that were tattered and torn. It was like looking at a horrorfying image of death straight out of something written by Edgar Allan Poe. Saying nothing for the moment. He was like a ghost and even if they ran through him he'd appear a foot in front of them exactly as he was standing now. He was directly in their path. There was even a thin layer of fog covering the ground about a foot to foot and a half up off the ground. Even the sky seemed ominously darker.<br/><br/>Kinjo heard the man moan softly at how tight his mouth was. He didn't feel as much pressure when the man pulled up but it didn't last long. No. Not long at all. He protested in fear as he tried to push the man back up as he went deeper and deeper into his mouth. Letting out a choking sound when James's penis tip went two inches down his throat. He gasped for air and his eyes went wide. He struggled and let out sounds of pain. His lower half arched up into the in and out movements of the finger thrusting. He noticed the man would move out of his throat unless he started sucking like he wanted. Reluctantly, but fearfully, he started sucking. Crying out in pain as his body arched up into the faster and harder thrusts of the finger. Tears slowly trickling down his cheeks. Screaming in fear as he sucked. Gagging each time he felt the man's balls on his face. This fact indicated the man was hilt deep in his mouth. Each time James thrusted in hilt deep he gagged and sucked harder while he tried to breath. His chest was hurting before he slowly figured out to breathe in and out of his nose. He whined in fear and horror as he trembled. He couldn't escape the man. Every time he turned around there was hands raking over his ass. A finger thrusting in and out of it making him feel all weird and strange. Then the man was painfully trhusting in and out of his mouth. He was momentarily relieving on the out thrusts before the down thrusts came and shoved the penis tip down his throat again. Gagging him and causing him to suck harder. He whimpered in fear but knew the only way not to choke and possibly die was to keep sucking as the evil man had ordered. He didn't like this...the mans penis in his small mouth. It was made worse with the thrusts and the gagging. His hands fell to his sides and grasped at the ground for something to grab onto but there was nothing. He sucked and sucked and gagged with each inward thrust. He could only hope the man would reach his peak quickly. Yet even so knew this wasn't going to happen. This man had shown that every time he hoped something it would be a long time before he was granted it. Each time the man was hilt deep he let out a cute choking sound as he sucked harder trying to get air somehow. Even with breathing in and out of his nose it was hard.