Desires

"Ahh, ahh, you are going too deep," She moaned, leaning by her chest on the wall. 

"I know, no one can resist my thing," Subham said, pushing it into her from behind. 

Subham, 22-year-old, was the son of a rich merchant. He did nothing but f*ck. A f*ckboy who only thought that women were only meant for sex. He had small black eyes, pale yellow skin, half bald head with short brown hair, thin body and a humongous d*ck. You think that how did I know all this? Well, I watched him doing all those things which I always wanted to do. 

"Ahh, deeper!" She said with her eyes rolled up, sticking her tongue out. 

Both reached their climax in a blink.  

"Ahh, I can't hold it in," She moaned. 

"Let's release it together," Subham said, and came inside her. 

He stood there, leaned his upper half body on her back and panted. 

And here I was, standing beside them while holding their clothes. He made me a hanger for his clothes whenever he made out with someone. I could not count how many girls he had slept with. 

Besides making me do such things, I felt no kind of fret against him, actually I did. But even if I felt something like this, it was not like I could do anything about it. I was his servant-cum-bodyguard. My father worked for his father as a servant. After my father passed away, he took me in as a servant-cum-bodyguard for his son. And now, here I was, watching him doing all those things which I never did. Even if I wanted to do it, he never let me. 

Sometimes I think about it. Why do these girls sleep with him? He was not good looking, was a chauvinist kind of guy and had nothing which a girl would like. Even I could be more desirable than him. But why do these girls go for him instead of me? Is it money? His humongous d...? I didn't know. Oh, I was so frustrated right now. I didn't know why but I was feeling so jealous of him. I mean, look at that girl, how hot she was. Her body was in perfect shape. She had a thin waist, large breasts, pale skin, long black hair and a small face. She was clearly the best one out of all those women he had slept with over all these years. And I watched him cumming inside her. Fuck, why was I having an erection? 

Well, we came out of the room and were walking on the streets. Have I told you my name? No? Oh, I am really sorry. My name is Arsh. Not a common name, but this name is what my father gave me. I was the same age as Subham, am better looking and I did not suffer from premature balding either. I am a good-looking guy; you know. I have short silky black hair, beard, yellow skin and I also have a toned body. But who looked at all these? They only wanted money which I didn't have. 

"That was so great," Subham moaned, walking a little ahead of me. He wore a long-sleeved coat over a shirt, fitting pajamas and leather shoes. 

"I am sure you must have enjoyed a lot," I said, walking behind him, staring at his back. 

"Well, this has become common for me now. Still, it feels great each time," He replied. 

This bastard. He told me this to me on purpose. He was trying to tease me because he knew that I never did it. I wanted to hit him really hard. If only, if only I was rich and had few more inches, I would have had a noble life. But sadly, this was not my reality. 

As I was thinking all this, Subham suddenly cried in pain. He clasped his stomach with his both hands and fell on the street. 

"Ah!" He cried and fainted. 

"Hey, are you okay? What happened?" I sat on my knee and shook him. "Help! Is anybody here?"

Few people came to help me. We picked him up and took him to a doctor. I don't know why but I hoped he should die. Actually, I had mixed feelings. If I wanted him to die, why did I help him in the first place? 

His father reached the doctor's place. He got really tensed after looking at his son's condition. He walked to me. 

"How did it happen?" He asked in a low voice, tearful eyed. 

His father was a fat old fart. I hated him for what he did with my father and my family. He had a thick gray moustache and was bald. Now you know where Subham's baldness came from. He was wearing a green silk robe with fitting pants and leather shoes. A king-like attire. 

"We were walking on the street. Suddenly, he felt some pain in his stomach and fainted," I replied with a straight face. 

While we were talking, the doctor came to us. 

"How is my son? Please tell me he is okay," Subham's father asked with a desperate look. 

Doctor was having a hopeless expression on his face. I understood that his condition was not good. "Sir, I am trying my best. But..."

"But what? Please tell me."

"But I cannot find the root cause of his condition."

"Doctor, take as much money you want but treat my son anyhow."

Like father, like son. They both thought that money was the only solution for all the problems. It might be true most times but it didn't apply here. 

The doctor was a short heightened old man with short gray hair and beard. His wrinkles showed he must be around Seventy years of age. He was wearing a brown full sleeved coat over a white shirt with gray balloon pants. His attire showed his wealth. He was one of the best out there. 

"Sir, it is not a matter of money. I am trying my best to cure your son. But I cannot say anything for sure. Let's hope for the best," Doctor said and went inside his chamber where he was treating Subham. 

His father sat on a wooden chair, sank his head into both his hands with a heavy heart. I walked outside to get some fresh air. While I stood near the street, I saw my friends Rahul, Surya, Govind, Bhaskar, and Ashok coming to the doctor's place.