His name was Stephan and he called his new manoeuvre the ‘Power Blink’…

….

“Come here, Patrick, I believe I have perfected something rather special.”

Patrick glanced at Stephan, stood up and carefully pitter-pattered toward him, paying particular attention to the sway of his hips.

            “What is it, Stephan? I’ve grown immensely weary of your demonstrations.”

            “Shush now, Patrick. This is extraordinary. I have a conviction, I am convinced I can assure you…. this will blow your socks off, Patrick.”

            “Oh good lord! Must you insist on populating your every last utterance with such excessive melodrama? Show me this little fancy of yours and let me get back to the cultivation of my hips.”

            “Okay, brace yourself now, Patrick.No need for the snark.”

Patrick rolled his eyes in an exaggerated fashion, momentarily losing his retinas.

            “Serves you right you haughty thing,” said Stephan as he gestured toward a prepared chair. “Sit! Sit!”

            Patrick sat with an emotive thud, testing the limits of the chair’s durability. Stephan scampered out of the room for a few seconds, which felt like hours to Patrick’s exasperated mind. When Stephan returned, he was wearing only a belt stretched a few notches too tight.

            “Very attractive, Stephan,” said Patrick with disgusted sarcasm.

The flabbier portions of Stephan’s anatomy hung in a particularly unpleasant fashion. The restriction of the belt caused a gorge of blood to stiffen his penis quite dramatically. Patrick responded unfavourably, clearly uncomfortable with the display.

            “Please do something to avert my gaze from your sickly region, Stephan. I’m not sure I can take this.”

            “Awfully sorry, Patrick. I’ll grant you it seems a tad dramatic, but in order for my demonstration to be conveyed with appropriate gravitas, I must perform in nothing spare this belt.”

            “Just get it over with!” said Patrick, hypnotised by Stephan’s throbbing, bobbing member.