🤡 Carnival Boy

The Harlequin danced onto the stage, his vibrant red heart-shaped crotch-cover immediately catching everyone's eye. The crowd oohed and ahhed as he began his routine with a few breathtaking contortionist stunts. Balancing on one hand, he extended his long legs wide apart in the air, showcasing his flawless curves and that beautiful round ass.

Julien was a master of his craft, having been trained by his father, the Ringmaster, for most of his 18 years. He could pull his limbs in ways that seemed impossible, but he also got equally skilled at pulling off pranks and jokes. And when he wasn't performing, he could often be found pranking his fellow performers, yet also getting pranked himself.

Like that time Julien's fancy Harlequin thong was stolen right before the show, leaving him with no other option but to pick up the first colorful thing he could find – a small heart-shaped pincushion. Quickly emptying it of its content and refilling it with his own, he somehow managed to secure it over his groin, and the rest was history.

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As he finished up his routine, the crowd erupted in applause. Julien took a bow, smiling from ear to ear as he strutted off stage, his bare ass cheeks wiggling with each step.

Pierre the Pierrot, his best friend and fellow performer, was waiting for him backstage with a knowing grin.

"Nice choice with the crotch-cover, Jules," he teased. "You know, that little heart-shape is quite the conversation piece."

Julien just rolled his eyes. "I wonder who's behind this. It was definitely an inside job."

Pierre rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I would even say... an inside handjob, if you catch my drift. You've got to admit, the audience loved it!"

Julien snickered. "Oh, I do. And I have an idea of who might be behind it." He stared at Pierre, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"I didn't do anything," Pierre protested, but Julien just laughed.

"I know you wouldn't have the balls to do it yourself. But that doesn't mean you're not behind it."

"What are you talking about?" Pierre asked, trying to sound surprised.

"Just remember," he warned. "Two can play at this game." With that, Julien strode away, leaving Pierre to wonder just what his friend had in store for him...