Chapter 1: The DVD guy of Chameli Ghat
He dived. The water was icy cold and transparent blue. The
depth of the water was alarming and intimidating. Was it possible he was in the
middle of fluidic abundance? A no man's land where his heart beat was the only
possible living array of hope? Amidst the confusion, he accidentally exhaled. He
immediately regretted his stupidity as a tiny part of life floated above in a
form of a bubble. He pushed himself further beneath. He could see the corals
beneath displaying an array of vibrant colours. The coral reef stretched beyond
his eyes could trace and ever imagine. For a moment he was hypnotized by its
sheer natural beauty. He went in a trance. All near to peak orgasms looked
anemic. His agonizing mortal world seemed far behind. For an iota of a second
his eyes flash backed in to the human cravings and deficiencies. His longing
for the bitter taste of success now seemed inconsequential and ludicrous. He
looked back. His worldly false steps waved farewell. He closed his eyes. Was he
dead?
He woke up with a jumpstart. He muffled a tiny scream. He
looked at himself. He was naked and his olive lustrous skin shone in the
shimmering sun. He was in his charpoy. The rugged sheets had been fallen in to
the floor and his room had the aura of emptiness and loneliness. He looked at
his flaccid penis. He looked at the side table. The laptop was playing a rerun
of some BDSM porn. The leather and the faint moans of the couple seemed a bit
loud for the nearby serene atmosphere. He continued watching it for a minute
and realizing his hormones becoming active, shut the laptop in a haste. He
stood up and looked at the mirror. He skin was still tight and his hair looked
frizzy. He gestured some model like poses and concluded that at the age of 28
he still got it. He muscles still were in place and his penis he was proud
of. He looked at his eyes. They had a
tinge of crimson red. Uncommon and reminded him of the Devil. He sniggered and
proceeded with his daily chores. Due to financial crisis looming over his
family he was ousted at the ripe age of 16. Living on the streets had taught
him a lot of things.
What started as begging soon now led him to sell pirated
movies belonging to pop culture. However, this was just a cover. His specialty
was in selling porn. Men and boys as young as 15 flocked to him for steamy DVDs
which would provide them their guilty pleasure. He sold all types of genre -
BDSM, leather, soft core, hardcore, gangbang and even rape. He controlled the
hormones of the entire Chameli Ghat and
this very reason made him the unofficial lifeline. No one dared to disrespect
him for it meant no more DVDs. Even the local havaldars gave him salaam
as a formal respected greeting. Being powerful meant that he could get away
with minor and sometimes major law infringements. But his penis was also quite
famous in the neighbourhood. Women who had the opportunity of having a date
with him would swear the Kama sutra was his Bible. They moaned in ecstasy when
gossiping with their fellow envious friends and yearned for his fellatio. He
had sex with almost all the beautiful girls and women in the entire Chameli Ghat and was proud of de-virginising
many privileged damsels. (To Be Continued.)
- Sid
@siddheshgarg
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