siremasterlawrence

[siremasterlawrence]

Agent’s Of Lawrence

James Bond has no idea why he was sent to this odd location in a helicopter flying over the middle of New York City as he opens the door and places his backpack on his heavy shoulders, jumping out into the sky.

He yanks the trigger as the parachute pops up, exploding upward and gliding down onto a rooftop of the Met, running and no I mean, he is dashing to the top glass tier; he drops his backpack.

Flipping the locks to the side of the spy bag, all packed, prepped, and ready to go, with a funny using a spherical device on the glass, and begins to send a pulse vibration, easily breaking the glass.

“What a confounded mess of a mission, I have to say; this is absolutely confusing to me, but here I am, ready, willing, and of course able.” Bond says.

Slipping through the glass, he lands fifty feet to the ground, doing a heavy landing. He smirks with a bit of intense energy in him along with a very menacing sense to him.

“What is that sound coming from the hallway? This job is an absolute mess, a con or game I am not willing to play. I am not just a spy? I am the spy. The greatest of the greatest.” Bond says to himself merging into the scene.

“My name is Bond… James Bond… a vodka martini, shaken, not stirred.” The man says in a cool, calm voice while sitting at a hotel bar.

His manner is unreadable, quite remarkable if you think about it, and an asset among any country’s specimen.

His mark is six feet, five inches of a wall, a mountain of muscles that overtakes a city block and is extremely imposing to anyone.

The uneasiness in his demeanor is such a tell; he clearly does not feel comfortable in places like this and is someone who would rather be on the road.

Taking a sip of martini from his glass, he softly places it on the table like a dapper English gentleman and places his hand in his suit jacket.

He removes his wallet, slipping his payment on the bar counter before returning his gaze on his mark, and sighs when he receives an alert.

The man, a giant, somehow zipped out of the room as swiftly as possible as the man who is known as Jack Reacher, also know as Reacher heads into the bathroom.

James can see the game as he follows him. In The Master Spy, there is one brave guy as the door slams and the lock on the bathroom door is heard.

Reacher appears behind him, his reflection undeniable, fearsome, and threatening in the mirror as he spins about to face him hardcore.

“Who are you? Why have you been following me? I am not one for long speeches, so don’t be glib.” Jack states, holding both his giant shoulders.

“You know who I am… You know why you are on your radar because I don’t take kindly to rogue figures. Well, my employers.” James says.

Reacher has had enough of this bullshit racing to the window, taking a leap through the window, crashing, and the glasses shatter, dripping multiple feet to the floor.

Reacher smirks, lifting his leg with one thrust, sending him flying into the wall behind him. Before making a run for it, he dodges all he meets in the hallway.

He has no time for the insanity that is about to happen when a rope slithers underneath him, grabbing all four sides of his jeans and shoving him down.

He falls face forward, tumbling down to the apartment hallways. This is loud; it can be heard from miles away, and it’s that true statement.

Let me alter this statement: instead of a tree, if a giant falls in the empty hall in the middle of nowhere, would you hear it? It’s heard loud enough for me, though.

James races past him, kneeling down next to him with a long vial of horse tranquilizers in hand, and in case of a fight, the needle is safely placed next to his skin.

He injects it deep into his skin, the effect of the touch of the intravenous releasing the serum into his bloodstream, and within minutes he blacks out.

Suddenly! The alarm alert blares ever so loudly raising as high as possible, blasting throughout the hotel, and the unconscious Reacher lay flat lost to the world.

The metal gates begin to fall onto the floor, locking them in as the guest, the staff of the hotel, and everyone else in the distance disappear.

Soon the gas seeps through, leaving Bond inhaling the gas as his eyes flutter down and close, and he is gone for the rest of the time remaining alone in the world and ripe open for the taking.

The door slowly rises with a pair of heavy footsteps pounding toward them with such power, intensity, and control over every type of situation, and nothing else matters to him at this point.

He brims with delight as a smirk forms on his lips, spreading like the daylight in the early morning, and evil intentions bright like dark. Crimson roses being laid before him, ultimately surrender.

The gas is finally flowing from the room as the man removes his mask, taking a deep breath with a whisk of temptation in the air, and the man, namely me, takes a fun plunge, groping both of these titan asses.

A bullet ricochets through the windows as the glass shatters into a million pieces onto the floor, and I gladly run over to pick it up.

The bullet breaks in half, disintegrating in my hand leaving nothing but ash, and in the midst of it is the small vial I have hidden for this act.

The top was so tightly wound I had to use my teeth to remove it before returning my attention to him and moving closer to shove Reacher’s mouth open.

Pull the upper and lower halves of his lips, pry them wide open, and pour the half of the vial, letting it collectively pool together, and watch it in its magnificent descent.

Moving a bit closer to Bond's side, I repeat the same thing past his mouth once more and drop the rest of the vial down his well.

Planting a small kiss on James's lips, sealing his faith, and doing the same for Reacher. Then walk out in a thrilling high of my life living on cloud nine.

“Mmmm…huh!” Reacher says, rolling onto his back.

“What did you do? This is not over.” Bond is replying.

“Did you feel a shadowy figure in here?” Jack states.

“You are a fool!” Bond pulls himself.

“Right! We need to escape.” Reacher's eyes are scanning the area.

“No cameras I can match or any form of…” Bond states.

“Surveillance…indeed!” How could Jack

not nod.

“We need to tag team.” Bond regrets those last few words.

“I concur.” Reacher bellows in low sound that bounces from wall to wall.

Man steps in to the light from darkness with these serene and engulfing eyes clapping at this collaboration. Unaware of the danger they step forward toward doom when the light shines down it’s too late.

“The Government tracked me down to hunt you.” Reacher points with vigor.

“Yeah! Yeah! All of my well planned efforts do go off without a hitch.” Reache and Bond are stunned.

“What is…” Bond fails to from a question.

“The gas you inhaled has been edited to the nth degree, the moment it hit your systems you have been bonded to me and in a minute you will comprehend.” He says calmly

“Commence!” He continues watching the struggles appear on his face and he fell to his knees.

“Reporting for duty” Reacher says giving him a salute, his knees give out on him falling like a tower descending in to chaos and a the pain of his mind breaking comes to fruition.

“Bond is at your service your majesty” I can see the light leave his eyes as he falls in to total destruction and I cement my control over him.

“I am your commander and we will assemble a powerful team.” I inform him,

“Yes Sir.” Both agree culminating in a resound sound of pleasure and pain hitting the air.

The end

[siremasterlawrence]

Agent’s Of Lawrence

James Bond has no idea why he was sent to this odd location in a helicopter flying over the middle of New York City as he opens the door and places his backpack on his heavy shoulders, jumping out into the sky.

He yanks the trigger as the parachute pops up, exploding upward and gliding down onto a rooftop of the Met, running and no I mean, he is dashing to the top glass tier; he drops his backpack.

Flipping the locks to the side of the spy bag, all packed, prepped, and ready to go, with a funny using a spherical device on the glass, and begins to send a pulse vibration, easily breaking the glass.

“What a confounded mess of a mission, I have to say; this is absolutely confusing to me, but here I am, ready, willing, and of course able.” Bond says.

Slipping through the glass, he lands fifty feet to the ground, doing a heavy landing. He smirks with a bit of intense energy in him along with a very menacing sense to him.

“What is that sound coming from the hallway? This job is an absolute mess, a con or game I am not willing to play. I am not just a spy? I am the spy. The greatest of the greatest.” Bond says to himself merging into the scene.

“My name is Bond… James Bond… a vodka martini, shaken, not stirred.” The man says in a cool, calm voice while sitting at a hotel bar.

His manner is unreadable, quite remarkable if you think about it, and an asset among any country’s specimen.

His mark is six feet, five inches of a wall, a mountain of muscles that overtakes a city block and is extremely imposing to anyone.

The uneasiness in his demeanor is such a tell; he clearly does not feel comfortable in places like this and is someone who would rather be on the road.

Taking a sip of martini from his glass, he softly places it on the table like a dapper English gentleman and places his hand in his suit jacket.

He removes his wallet, slipping his payment on the bar counter before returning his gaze on his mark, and sighs when he receives an alert.

The man, a giant, somehow zipped out of the room as swiftly as possible as the man who is known as Jack Reacher, also know as Reacher heads into the bathroom.

James can see the game as he follows him. In The Master Spy, there is one brave guy as the door slams and the lock on the bathroom door is heard.

Reacher appears behind him, his reflection undeniable, fearsome, and threatening in the mirror as he spins about to face him hardcore.

“Who are you? Why have you been following me? I am not one for long speeches, so don’t be glib.” Jack states, holding both his giant shoulders.

“You know who I am… You know why you are on your radar because I don’t take kindly to rogue figures. Well, my employers.” James says.

Reacher has had enough of this bullshit racing to the window, taking a leap through the window, crashing, and the glasses shatter, dripping multiple feet to the floor.

Reacher smirks, lifting his leg with one thrust, sending him flying into the wall behind him. Before making a run for it, he dodges all he meets in the hallway.

He has no time for the insanity that is about to happen when a rope slithers underneath him, grabbing all four sides of his jeans and shoving him down.

He falls face forward, tumbling down to the apartment hallways. This is loud; it can be heard from miles away, and it’s that true statement.

Let me alter this statement: instead of a tree, if a giant falls in the empty hall in the middle of nowhere, would you hear it? It’s heard loud enough for me, though.

James races past him, kneeling down next to him with a long vial of horse tranquilizers in hand, and in case of a fight, the needle is safely placed next to his skin.

He injects it deep into his skin, the effect of the touch of the intravenous releasing the serum into his bloodstream, and within minutes he blacks out.

Suddenly! The alarm alert blares ever so loudly raising as high as possible, blasting throughout the hotel, and the unconscious Reacher lay flat lost to the world.

The metal gates begin to fall onto the floor, locking them in as the guest, the staff of the hotel, and everyone else in the distance disappear.

Soon the gas seeps through, leaving Bond inhaling the gas as his eyes flutter down and close, and he is gone for the rest of the time remaining alone in the world and ripe open for the taking.

The door slowly rises with a pair of heavy footsteps pounding toward them with such power, intensity, and control over every type of situation, and nothing else matters to him at this point.

He brims with delight as a smirk forms on his lips, spreading like the daylight in the early morning, and evil intentions bright like dark. Crimson roses being laid before him, ultimately surrender.

The gas is finally flowing from the room as the man removes his mask, taking a deep breath with a whisk of temptation in the air, and the man, namely me, takes a fun plunge, groping both of these titan asses.

A bullet ricochets through the windows as the glass shatters into a million pieces onto the floor, and I gladly run over to pick it up.

The bullet breaks in half, disintegrating in my hand leaving nothing but ash, and in the midst of it is the small vial I have hidden for this act.

The top was so tightly wound I had to use my teeth to remove it before returning my attention to him and moving closer to shove Reacher’s mouth open.

Pull the upper and lower halves of his lips, pry them wide open, and pour the half of the vial, letting it collectively pool together, and watch it in its magnificent descent.

Moving a bit closer to Bond's side, I repeat the same thing past his mouth once more and drop the rest of the vial down his well.

Planting a small kiss on James's lips, sealing his faith, and doing the same for Reacher. Then walk out in a thrilling high of my life living on cloud nine.

“Mmmm…huh!” Reacher says, rolling onto his back.

“What did you do? This is not over.” Bond is replying.

“Did you feel a shadowy figure in here?” Jack states.

“You are a fool!” Bond pulls himself.

“Right! We need to escape.” Reacher's eyes are scanning the area.

“No cameras I can match or any form of…” Bond states.

“Surveillance…indeed!” How could Jack

not nod.

“We need to tag team.” Bond regrets those last few words.

“I concur.” Reacher bellows in low sound that bounces from wall to wall.

Man steps in to the light from darkness with these serene and engulfing eyes clapping at this collaboration. Unaware of the danger they step forward toward doom when the light shines down it’s too late.

“The Government tracked me down to hunt you.” Reacher points with vigor.

“Yeah! Yeah! All of my well planned efforts do go off without a hitch.” Reache and Bond are stunned.

“What is…” Bond fails to from a question.

“The gas you inhaled has been edited to the nth degree, the moment it hit your systems you have been bonded to me and in a minute you will comprehend.” He says calmly

“Commence!” He continues watching the struggles appear on his face and he fell to his knees.

“Reporting for duty” Reacher says giving him a salute, his knees give out on him falling like a tower descending in to chaos and a the pain of his mind breaking comes to fruition.

“Bond is at your service your majesty” I can see the light leave his eyes as he falls in to total destruction and I cement my control over him.

“I am your commander and we will assemble a powerful team.” I inform him,

“Yes Sir.” Both agree culminating in a resound sound of pleasure and pain hitting the air.

The end

[siremasterlawrence]

Superman: Echo Of Love

The elevator hits the eleventh floor, rising up till the bell rings on as the door slides open till I step onto the floor, being greeted by him. Yes! Clark Kent, and he is a world famous award winner reporter.

He offers his hand for a handshake, taking in mine firmly, waving his arms to the side as he points to the seat in front of his desk, as nerdy as me, and he plops onto the chair in excitement.

He hands me a cup of coffee, laying it in my hand as I firmly grasp it; he picks up his pen and his pad in deep interest, he looks at me happily and smiles, and I return it back to him.

“So Mr. Lawrence! You are this year's biggest new story, amassing one million views and an umpteenth amount of followers on social media due to your daring rescue of that woman. Do you have anything to say about it?” Clark asks, placing the recorder on the table.

“I have no idea why people are so interested in my story. After all, someone in the public needed help when no hero was there to save him, and yes, I mean the superpowered beings who wear capes and fly in the air with the flow under the current in the air as they swirl by him.” I say to him indifferently.

I can see the frustration on Clark’s face; it is clear as day and almost comedic in a way since I know exactly who Clark is: the forever-famed Superman. He is the man of steel who flies to the sky; Metropolis is the purest and most absolutely colorful world, with the brightest sky I’ve ever seen.

Clark's senses are suddenly high; to hear on the skin begins to crawl, lifting up as his mind begins to swirl. There’s a loss of sense since you can no longer think except for a hazy and heavy induced feeling of worthlessness overcoming him; all he can do is stare at me and tap his pen on the desk.

“What the fuck? He thinks to himself, his hand is removing his glasses from the bridge of his nose. He lays them on the desk softly and attends to the craziness of the day. He is shaking to his core; the world begins to fade because all you can see is me.

“What is going on with me today? I am so sorry.” Clark replies to me, staring into my eyes; something broke in him as he freezes. As if on command by me, when I shift the chair backwards, hitting the wall, he felt like an elephant sat on him, holding him tightly in silence.

“I am in charge of this interview, Clark, and I set this up.” I swear.

“I know who you are, and you know as well Just say it.” I claim.

“I am… Clark Kent…” he states.

“I am…Superman,” he replies.

“Good boi!” He says

“Fffuuuccckkk…ssshhhiiittt,” Clark says, his hand on his cock.

“Your mind is about to explode.” He says, holding his head.

“Mmmmnnnnn….oooowwwww,” Clarke says, moaning as his back arches.

“You think this is easy, Clarke… I will guide you to happy bliss.”

“Yyyyeeeesssss!” He says with a bit of urge, patting his cock.

“Why don’t you let your hands lie on his pants and unzip your pants?” Clarke does as he is told.

“Go ahead! Unbuckle your belt and drop your pants.” I command him.

“Place your hands on your cock, yanking it out!” I continue to instruct him.

“Go play with it; good job, yank it harder and harder.” He begins watching the cum build up.

“You want to explode like a flower in bloom.”tickling his cock as he explodes with cum.

“Yes, explode! “A flower about to bloom,” he repeats methodically.

“You are blank and obedient like a robot.” Clarke states.

“Mmm… “fffuuuccckkk….yyyeeesss,” he says sweetly.

My fingers touching his skin send electric current from his cranium, shocking down his spine; he shivers as my hands spread it all over.

I rose up to stand tall over him as the strong cast of my shadow washing over him is very strong and grasping his shirt collar tightly in heat.

Yanking him closer as I walk past the desk, one thrust sends his back onto the wall hitting his back sore and he knows he has met his match.

I laugh a bit, removing his glasses and landing them on his desk, cupping his chin harshly, taking a deeper inhale of his scent and letting it intoxicated.

Tipping my finger forward as his head bobs back pressing on my lips on his I can sense a strong connection to him, and I smell that musk scent.

I love sifting my hand through his tossed hair and playing with it; my eyes stare into him rubbing my cock on his as we make out like crazy.

“You feel a strike of dopamine rise in your system, causing a frenzy of energy in you to go loose.” My mouth grows closer to his ears.

“Mmmmm… My heart beat races…” he adds a bit.

“My body is rock down to my cock.” Clark is moving on his chair.

“Why is your ass wiggling?” I question him kissing away from his lips down to his neck.

“I love watching him squirm.” Laughing a bit as I lift his shirt collar and undo his tie.

“Can I unbutton your shirt? Of course I can.” The work is leaving him undone, removing it entirely.

“What is your endgame? You fiend? Tell me!”Clark’s words reverberate, yelling.

“Your voice is so powerful, so manly, and so you.” I say kissing him.

“Are you defying my will? Wrong choice!” I say determined,

“Now Clark! “Wake up,” I say, snapping my fingers as he comes to in a swooping fog throughout, and the sound runs like an echo shattering his existence.

“Oh! Hello Master Lawrence!” Clarke smirks with a wide grin, aiming at me.

He is kneeling on the floor of my office; he is crawling between my legs with his hands on my knees, and he kisses my hand softly as he rubs them closely.

Clark wakes up again now on his couch sits upward staring at the television of the world on fire and leans in to see the beauty of self destruction as the world implodes.

The end

[siremasterlawrence]

Superman: Echo Of Love

The elevator hits the eleventh floor, rising up till the bell rings on as the door slides open till I step onto the floor, being greeted by him. Yes! Clark Kent, and he is a world famous award winner reporter.

He offers his hand for a handshake, taking in mine firmly, waving his arms to the side as he points to the seat in front of his desk, as nerdy as me, and he plops onto the chair in excitement.

He hands me a cup of coffee, laying it in my hand as I firmly grasp it; he picks up his pen and his pad in deep interest, he looks at me happily and smiles, and I return it back to him.

“So Mr. Lawrence! You are this year's biggest new story, amassing one million views and an umpteenth amount of followers on social media due to your daring rescue of that woman. Do you have anything to say about it?” Clark asks, placing the recorder on the table.

“I have no idea why people are so interested in my story. After all, someone in the public needed help when no hero was there to save him, and yes, I mean the superpowered beings who wear capes and fly in the air with the flow under the current in the air as they swirl by him.” I say to him indifferently.

I can see the frustration on Clark’s face; it is clear as day and almost comedic in a way since I know exactly who Clark is: the forever-famed Superman. He is the man of steel who flies to the sky; Metropolis is the purest and most absolutely colorful world, with the brightest sky I’ve ever seen.

Clark's senses are suddenly high; to hear on the skin begins to crawl, lifting up as his mind begins to swirl. There’s a loss of sense since you can no longer think except for a hazy and heavy induced feeling of worthlessness overcoming him; all he can do is stare at me and tap his pen on the desk.

“What the fuck? He thinks to himself, his hand is removing his glasses from the bridge of his nose. He lays them on the desk softly and attends to the craziness of the day. He is shaking to his core; the world begins to fade because all you can see is me.

“What is going on with me today? I am so sorry.” Clark replies to me, staring into my eyes; something broke in him as he freezes. As if on command by me, when I shift the chair backwards, hitting the wall, he felt like an elephant sat on him, holding him tightly in silence.

“I am in charge of this interview, Clark, and I set this up.” I swear.

“I know who you are, and you know as well Just say it.” I claim.

“I am… Clark Kent…” he states.

“I am…Superman,” he replies.

“Good boi!” He says

“Fffuuuccckkk…ssshhhiiittt,” Clark says, his hand on his cock.

“Your mind is about to explode.” He says, holding his head.

“Mmmmnnnnn….oooowwwww,” Clarke says, moaning as his back arches.

“You think this is easy, Clarke… I will guide you to happy bliss.”

“Yyyyeeeesssss!” He says with a bit of urge, patting his cock.

“Why don’t you let your hands lie on his pants and unzip your pants?” Clarke does as he is told.

“Go ahead! Unbuckle your belt and drop your pants.” I command him.

“Place your hands on your cock, yanking it out!” I continue to instruct him.

“Go play with it; good job, yank it harder and harder.” He begins watching the cum build up.

“You want to explode like a flower in bloom.”tickling his cock as he explodes with cum.

“Yes, explode! “A flower about to bloom,” he repeats methodically.

“You are blank and obedient like a robot.” Clarke states.

“Mmm… “fffuuuccckkk….yyyeeesss,” he says sweetly.

My fingers touching his skin send electric current from his cranium, shocking down his spine; he shivers as my hands spread it all over.

I rose up to stand tall over him as the strong cast of my shadow washing over him is very strong and grasping his shirt collar tightly in heat.

Yanking him closer as I walk past the desk, one thrust sends his back onto the wall hitting his back sore and he knows he has met his match.

I laugh a bit, removing his glasses and landing them on his desk, cupping his chin harshly, taking a deeper inhale of his scent and letting it intoxicated.

Tipping my finger forward as his head bobs back pressing on my lips on his I can sense a strong connection to him, and I smell that musk scent.

I love sifting my hand through his tossed hair and playing with it; my eyes stare into him rubbing my cock on his as we make out like crazy.

“You feel a strike of dopamine rise in your system, causing a frenzy of energy in you to go loose.” My mouth grows closer to his ears.

“Mmmmm… My heart beat races…” he adds a bit.

“My body is rock down to my cock.” Clark is moving on his chair.

“Why is your ass wiggling?” I question him kissing away from his lips down to his neck.

“I love watching him squirm.” Laughing a bit as I lift his shirt collar and undo his tie.

“Can I unbutton your shirt? Of course I can.” The work is leaving him undone, removing it entirely.

“What is your endgame? You fiend? Tell me!”Clark’s words reverberate, yelling.

“Your voice is so powerful, so manly, and so you.” I say kissing him.

“Are you defying my will? Wrong choice!” I say determined,

“Now Clark! “Wake up,” I say, snapping my fingers as he comes to in a swooping fog throughout, and the sound runs like an echo shattering his existence.

“Oh! Hello Master Lawrence!” Clarke smirks with a wide grin, aiming at me.

He is kneeling on the floor of my office; he is crawling between my legs with his hands on my knees, and he kisses my hand softly as he rubs them closely.

Clark wakes up again now on his couch sits upward staring at the television of the world on fire and leans in to see the beauty of self destruction as the world implodes.

The end

[siremasterlawrence]

Superman: Echo Of Love

The elevator hits the eleventh floor, rising up till the bell rings on as the door slides open till I step onto the floor, being greeted by him. Yes! Clark Kent, and he is a world famous award winner reporter.

He offers his hand for a handshake, taking in mine firmly, waving his arms to the side as he points to the seat in front of his desk, as nerdy as me, and he plops onto the chair in excitement.

He hands me a cup of coffee, laying it in my hand as I firmly grasp it; he picks up his pen and his pad in deep interest, he looks at me happily and smiles, and I return it back to him.

“So Mr. Lawrence! You are this year's biggest new story, amassing one million views and an umpteenth amount of followers on social media due to your daring rescue of that woman. Do you have anything to say about it?” Clark asks, placing the recorder on the table.

“I have no idea why people are so interested in my story. After all, someone in the public needed help when no hero was there to save him, and yes, I mean the superpowered beings who wear capes and fly in the air with the flow under the current in the air as they swirl by him.” I say to him indifferently.

I can see the frustration on Clark’s face; it is clear as day and almost comedic in a way since I know exactly who Clark is: the forever-famed Superman. He is the man of steel who flies to the sky; Metropolis is the purest and most absolutely colorful world, with the brightest sky I’ve ever seen.

Clark's senses are suddenly high; to hear on the skin begins to crawl, lifting up as his mind begins to swirl. There’s a loss of sense since you can no longer think except for a hazy and heavy induced feeling of worthlessness overcoming him; all he can do is stare at me and tap his pen on the desk.

“What the fuck? He thinks to himself, his hand is removing his glasses from the bridge of his nose. He lays them on the desk softly and attends to the craziness of the day. He is shaking to his core; the world begins to fade because all you can see is me.

“What is going on with me today? I am so sorry.” Clark replies to me, staring into my eyes; something broke in him as he freezes. As if on command by me, when I shift the chair backwards, hitting the wall, he felt like an elephant sat on him, holding him tightly in silence.

“I am in charge of this interview, Clark, and I set this up.” I swear.

“I know who you are, and you know as well Just say it.” I claim.

“I am… Clark Kent…” he states.

“I am…Superman,” he replies.

“Good boi!” He says

“Fffuuuccckkk…ssshhhiiittt,” Clark says, his hand on his cock.

“Your mind is about to explode.” He says, holding his head.

“Mmmmnnnnn….oooowwwww,” Clarke says, moaning as his back arches.

“You think this is easy, Clarke… I will guide you to happy bliss.”

“Yyyyeeeesssss!” He says with a bit of urge, patting his cock.

“Why don’t you let your hands lie on his pants and unzip your pants?” Clarke does as he is told.

“Go ahead! Unbuckle your belt and drop your pants.” I command him.

“Place your hands on your cock, yanking it out!” I continue to instruct him.

“Go play with it; good job, yank it harder and harder.” He begins watching the cum build up.

“You want to explode like a flower in bloom.”tickling his cock as he explodes with cum.

“Yes, explode! “A flower about to bloom,” he repeats methodically.

“You are blank and obedient like a robot.” Clarke states.

“Mmm… “fffuuuccckkk….yyyeeesss,” he says sweetly.

My fingers touching his skin send electric current from his cranium, shocking down his spine; he shivers as my hands spread it all over.

I rose up to stand tall over him as the strong cast of my shadow washing over him is very strong and grasping his shirt collar tightly in heat.

Yanking him closer as I walk past the desk, one thrust sends his back onto the wall hitting his back sore and he knows he has met his match.

I laugh a bit, removing his glasses and landing them on his desk, cupping his chin harshly, taking a deeper inhale of his scent and letting it intoxicated.

Tipping my finger forward as his head bobs back pressing on my lips on his I can sense a strong connection to him, and I smell that musk scent.

I love sifting my hand through his tossed hair and playing with it; my eyes stare into him rubbing my cock on his as we make out like crazy.

“You feel a strike of dopamine rise in your system, causing a frenzy of energy in you to go loose.” My mouth grows closer to his ears.

“Mmmmm… My heart beat races…” he adds a bit.

“My body is rock down to my cock.” Clark is moving on his chair.

“Why is your ass wiggling?” I question him kissing away from his lips down to his neck.

“I love watching him squirm.” Laughing a bit as I lift his shirt collar and undo his tie.

“Can I unbutton your shirt? Of course I can.” The work is leaving him undone, removing it entirely.

“What is your endgame? You fiend? Tell me!”Clark’s words reverberate, yelling.

“Your voice is so powerful, so manly, and so you.” I say kissing him.

“Are you defying my will? Wrong choice!” I say determined,

“Now Clark! “Wake up,” I say, snapping my fingers as he comes to in a swooping fog throughout, and the sound runs like an echo shattering his existence.

“Oh! Hello Master Lawrence!” Clarke smirks with a wide grin, aiming at me.

He is kneeling on the floor of my office; he is crawling between my legs with his hands on my knees, and he kisses my hand softly as he rubs them closely.

Clark wakes up again now on his couch sits upward staring at the television of the world on fire and leans in to see the beauty of self destruction as the world implodes.

The end

[siremasterlawrence]

Stuck In Texas…You Go Glen!

Glen

I am stuck in Texas shooting a movie with would be hottie Glen Powell who I have a massive crush on and I may or may not have been thinking about while beating my wood. Ok! Yes! I know that is too muchinformation but fuck it with what is consider to be appropriate at this point and in truththis how I ended up a sleep in his trailer on set.

Waking in to his dressing trailer it is more then a shock to see me laying on his couch as if I owned the place and with the added bonus of the nerve of taking up space in his private sanctuary. Glen for one is looking like a math teacher for high school complete with dorky looking glasses laid on the bridge of his nose and goofy smile placing a hand on me as he shook me awake.

The moonlight borrows in to the room one sharp light hitting the mirror forcing Glen’sattention on it he ignores me, his body is now rising to full length again can’t help but focus on the mirror calling out to him and his reflection. The glass begins to fogup as Glen inches closer seeing a finger appear writing something he attempts tomake and out then he sees it clearly in boldletters. “You stepped right in to my trap! OhYeah! Thanks Dummy! …Wait what? Sleep!”Glen’s head drops and he sinks in.

Rick

My eyes crack open to see that he is now in a deep state of relaxing slumber in other words my plan worked. “That was far too easy buddy! Thanks for being a trust fool.”whispering in to his air while I aide him back to his full height and grab his junk for fun.“Glen pal! We need to discuss something of extreme importance for you mind and for your physical health. Do exactly as I say to to be free of any troubles in that department I think this for the best, my advice at the moment for you is to take a breather.” My words tickle his mind.

My laughter fills the room tapping his tiny forehead he talks back on to the couch behind us in a most dramatic of fashion at my proposals and i cannot stop to enjoy my victory as I can see the process is in fullfling. “Oh Glen! Remember when I helped you read your lines earlier in the day before any one else arrived and we practice a thousand and one times over with me dripping in new lines to trip.” I think out loud as his head lifts up and then down a nonchalantly in total agreement with what I am saying.

“Do you remember what I called you?” I ask him confidently as he is slowly taking a nod once more with a smirk on his face his lips perk upward and I bend down to lean in on to him pressing his lips on to his making out with his unconscious body. “You called me Rick!” He said in this slow as molasses voice is reverberating in a low timber voice with athink accent and I watch him awe at my newest specimen in my hands, flicking astring of hair he bounces back. “Yo! I am Rick!” He says hitting his chest.

Chad

Rick slips Glen’s cell phone out typing in hisgym number he awaits the man on the other end to answer that he can arrive at any time he chooses and he grabs by hand telling me he has a surprise for me with the limo on the side waiting by the studio gates he rushes me down. “Rick will Rock your world right in to the new one and then next.” He says clicking both of fingers we make it to the limo with his hands popping the door open for me, we slid in to the space while it drives off to the location unknown.

“So Rick! Please stare in to the moonlight.”I suggest to him as he follows my orders to the tee, no instructions disobeyed will do for him connecting with the sky he scans till they land on moon, a white orb with a beautiful white aura according to him it is like beaming down in to his eyes and he goes out. “Rick are you there? No? Great!Rick is not home anymore! You are Chad thedumb muscled bound jock who is atmy gym and has been thirsting after me for the longest time.” I say quietly so thdriver won’t hear us.

“I will let you slumber until we arrive.” I say continuing on leaving a timber in his ears his body shaking to its core of course he is all mine now, and when the car stopscoming to a complete hault his slumber is broke causing him to sigh in annoyance but then exist walking in.”Hey hottie! Over here ! Join me what don’t you. You want to don’t you?” Chase says in this cute teasing voice as he lays on the rail to a machine and he does a few flexes with his arms. The flirting is so hot yet irritating loving at the same time. “I love you baby my Lawrence.”

Chet

“What’s a hottie like you doing in this pig pen this time of night? “ he says but in a

different way.

“Excuse me! Chad?” I say.

“It’s Chet man” I reply to his disappointment.

“Too many of you!” I add

“Is that a bad thing?” He asks me sad.

“No way! Confusing though!” I smile at him

“Not for long! I have the best body” he states proudly.

“Same body but different personalities” I retort.

“The fuck! It’s the confidence bro” he adds in huff showing off his abs.

Jake

“Geez! You finally awake?” He says winking at me

“Don’t get smart boi” he smirks

“Sorry!” He says blowing me a kiss

“I was hammered last night “ I continue

“It a blessing for me” he says smiling

“Asshole! “ I say laughing

“Goals!” He shouts

“Not too laud” I stammer to say.

“Headache! I hate those “

Jason

“Beach party” he howls as we lay the beach towel down.

“Someone is excited! “ I say as he hops

“Always with you!” He rolls next to me.

“What are you a dog Jake?” I ask

“Bark…bark it’s Jason” the sadness strong

“Sorry!” I say not really caring

“Do I mean that little to you?” I can hear the little.

“Just a tad” i am cruel

“Meanie! So silly Lawrence “ he jest back.

Max

It is bad enough I am stuck in Texas ugh for this movie but now this jerk off is clinging to me and the paparazzi are following us as they clue on it.

One day I exiting my apartment is a gigantic mistake when I see hoards of cameras at my heels and clicking away much to ny dismay and chagrin I shovel forward in a swift pace.

Glen no! Wait! I am sorry Jason is it? Oh! Iam sorry confused I think to myself as he waves me over and I want to throw up in his face.

“Why are in front of my apartment so early in the morning?” The question is given in a

matter of indifference.

“I could not afford to waste the day away.” He sways in this immature manner.

“Who are you?” I ask feeling like a I have lost control of the situation.

“It’s Max silly!” He says getting in the car.

“Of course! Why not?” I sigh in exasperation

“Bastard! Let’s go” he says hyped up on a natural high.

The end

[siremasterlawrence]

Stuck In Texas…You Go Glen!

Glen

I am stuck in Texas shooting a movie with would be hottie Glen Powell who I have a massive crush on and I may or may not have been thinking about while beating my wood. Ok! Yes! I know that is too muchinformation but fuck it with what is consider to be appropriate at this point and in truththis how I ended up a sleep in his trailer on set.

Waking in to his dressing trailer it is more then a shock to see me laying on his couch as if I owned the place and with the added bonus of the nerve of taking up space in his private sanctuary. Glen for one is looking like a math teacher for high school complete with dorky looking glasses laid on the bridge of his nose and goofy smile placing a hand on me as he shook me awake.

The moonlight borrows in to the room one sharp light hitting the mirror forcing Glen’sattention on it he ignores me, his body is now rising to full length again can’t help but focus on the mirror calling out to him and his reflection. The glass begins to fogup as Glen inches closer seeing a finger appear writing something he attempts tomake and out then he sees it clearly in boldletters. “You stepped right in to my trap! OhYeah! Thanks Dummy! …Wait what? Sleep!”Glen’s head drops and he sinks in.

Rick

My eyes crack open to see that he is now in a deep state of relaxing slumber in other words my plan worked. “That was far too easy buddy! Thanks for being a trust fool.”whispering in to his air while I aide him back to his full height and grab his junk for fun.“Glen pal! We need to discuss something of extreme importance for you mind and for your physical health. Do exactly as I say to to be free of any troubles in that department I think this for the best, my advice at the moment for you is to take a breather.” My words tickle his mind.

My laughter fills the room tapping his tiny forehead he talks back on to the couch behind us in a most dramatic of fashion at my proposals and i cannot stop to enjoy my victory as I can see the process is in fullfling. “Oh Glen! Remember when I helped you read your lines earlier in the day before any one else arrived and we practice a thousand and one times over with me dripping in new lines to trip.” I think out loud as his head lifts up and then down a nonchalantly in total agreement with what I am saying.

“Do you remember what I called you?” I ask him confidently as he is slowly taking a nod once more with a smirk on his face his lips perk upward and I bend down to lean in on to him pressing his lips on to his making out with his unconscious body. “You called me Rick!” He said in this slow as molasses voice is reverberating in a low timber voice with athink accent and I watch him awe at my newest specimen in my hands, flicking astring of hair he bounces back. “Yo! I am Rick!” He says hitting his chest.

Chad

Rick slips Glen’s cell phone out typing in hisgym number he awaits the man on the other end to answer that he can arrive at any time he chooses and he grabs by hand telling me he has a surprise for me with the limo on the side waiting by the studio gates he rushes me down. “Rick will Rock your world right in to the new one and then next.” He says clicking both of fingers we make it to the limo with his hands popping the door open for me, we slid in to the space while it drives off to the location unknown.

“So Rick! Please stare in to the moonlight.”I suggest to him as he follows my orders to the tee, no instructions disobeyed will do for him connecting with the sky he scans till they land on moon, a white orb with a beautiful white aura according to him it is like beaming down in to his eyes and he goes out. “Rick are you there? No? Great!Rick is not home anymore! You are Chad thedumb muscled bound jock who is atmy gym and has been thirsting after me for the longest time.” I say quietly so thdriver won’t hear us.

“I will let you slumber until we arrive.” I say continuing on leaving a timber in his ears his body shaking to its core of course he is all mine now, and when the car stopscoming to a complete hault his slumber is broke causing him to sigh in annoyance but then exist walking in.”Hey hottie! Over here ! Join me what don’t you. You want to don’t you?” Chase says in this cute teasing voice as he lays on the rail to a machine and he does a few flexes with his arms. The flirting is so hot yet irritating loving at the same time. “I love you baby my Lawrence.”

Chet

“What’s a hottie like you doing in this pig pen this time of night? “ he says but in a

different way.

“Excuse me! Chad?” I say.

“It’s Chet man” I reply to his disappointment.

“Too many of you!” I add

“Is that a bad thing?” He asks me sad.

“No way! Confusing though!” I smile at him

“Not for long! I have the best body” he states proudly.

“Same body but different personalities” I retort.

“The fuck! It’s the confidence bro” he adds in huff showing off his abs.

Jake

“Geez! You finally awake?” He says winking at me

“Don’t get smart boi” he smirks

“Sorry!” He says blowing me a kiss

“I was hammered last night “ I continue

“It a blessing for me” he says smiling

“Asshole! “ I say laughing

“Goals!” He shouts

“Not too laud” I stammer to say.

“Headache! I hate those “

Jason

“Beach party” he howls as we lay the beach towel down.

“Someone is excited! “ I say as he hops

“Always with you!” He rolls next to me.

“What are you a dog Jake?” I ask

“Bark…bark it’s Jason” the sadness strong

“Sorry!” I say not really caring

“Do I mean that little to you?” I can hear the little.

“Just a tad” i am cruel

“Meanie! So silly Lawrence “ he jest back.

Max

It is bad enough I am stuck in Texas ugh for this movie but now this jerk off is clinging to me and the paparazzi are following us as they clue on it.

One day I exiting my apartment is a gigantic mistake when I see hoards of cameras at my heels and clicking away much to ny dismay and chagrin I shovel forward in a swift pace.

Glen no! Wait! I am sorry Jason is it? Oh! Iam sorry confused I think to myself as he waves me over and I want to throw up in his face.

“Why are in front of my apartment so early in the morning?” The question is given in a

matter of indifference.

“I could not afford to waste the day away.” He sways in this immature manner.

“Who are you?” I ask feeling like a I have lost control of the situation.

“It’s Max silly!” He says getting in the car.

“Of course! Why not?” I sigh in exasperation

“Bastard! Let’s go” he says hyped up on a natural high.

The end

[siremasterlawrence]

Stuck In Texas…You Go Glen!

Glen

I am stuck in Texas shooting a movie with would be hottie Glen Powell who I have a massive crush on and I may or may not have been thinking about while beating my wood. Ok! Yes! I know that is too muchinformation but fuck it with what is consider to be appropriate at this point and in truththis how I ended up a sleep in his trailer on set.

Waking in to his dressing trailer it is more then a shock to see me laying on his couch as if I owned the place and with the added bonus of the nerve of taking up space in his private sanctuary. Glen for one is looking like a math teacher for high school complete with dorky looking glasses laid on the bridge of his nose and goofy smile placing a hand on me as he shook me awake.

The moonlight borrows in to the room one sharp light hitting the mirror forcing Glen’sattention on it he ignores me, his body is now rising to full length again can’t help but focus on the mirror calling out to him and his reflection. The glass begins to fogup as Glen inches closer seeing a finger appear writing something he attempts tomake and out then he sees it clearly in boldletters. “You stepped right in to my trap! OhYeah! Thanks Dummy! …Wait what? Sleep!”Glen’s head drops and he sinks in.

Rick

My eyes crack open to see that he is now in a deep state of relaxing slumber in other words my plan worked. “That was far too easy buddy! Thanks for being a trust fool.”whispering in to his air while I aide him back to his full height and grab his junk for fun.“Glen pal! We need to discuss something of extreme importance for you mind and for your physical health. Do exactly as I say to to be free of any troubles in that department I think this for the best, my advice at the moment for you is to take a breather.” My words tickle his mind.

My laughter fills the room tapping his tiny forehead he talks back on to the couch behind us in a most dramatic of fashion at my proposals and i cannot stop to enjoy my victory as I can see the process is in fullfling. “Oh Glen! Remember when I helped you read your lines earlier in the day before any one else arrived and we practice a thousand and one times over with me dripping in new lines to trip.” I think out loud as his head lifts up and then down a nonchalantly in total agreement with what I am saying.

“Do you remember what I called you?” I ask him confidently as he is slowly taking a nod once more with a smirk on his face his lips perk upward and I bend down to lean in on to him pressing his lips on to his making out with his unconscious body. “You called me Rick!” He said in this slow as molasses voice is reverberating in a low timber voice with athink accent and I watch him awe at my newest specimen in my hands, flicking astring of hair he bounces back. “Yo! I am Rick!” He says hitting his chest.

Chad

Rick slips Glen’s cell phone out typing in hisgym number he awaits the man on the other end to answer that he can arrive at any time he chooses and he grabs by hand telling me he has a surprise for me with the limo on the side waiting by the studio gates he rushes me down. “Rick will Rock your world right in to the new one and then next.” He says clicking both of fingers we make it to the limo with his hands popping the door open for me, we slid in to the space while it drives off to the location unknown.

“So Rick! Please stare in to the moonlight.”I suggest to him as he follows my orders to the tee, no instructions disobeyed will do for him connecting with the sky he scans till they land on moon, a white orb with a beautiful white aura according to him it is like beaming down in to his eyes and he goes out. “Rick are you there? No? Great!Rick is not home anymore! You are Chad thedumb muscled bound jock who is atmy gym and has been thirsting after me for the longest time.” I say quietly so thdriver won’t hear us.

“I will let you slumber until we arrive.” I say continuing on leaving a timber in his ears his body shaking to its core of course he is all mine now, and when the car stopscoming to a complete hault his slumber is broke causing him to sigh in annoyance but then exist walking in.”Hey hottie! Over here ! Join me what don’t you. You want to don’t you?” Chase says in this cute teasing voice as he lays on the rail to a machine and he does a few flexes with his arms. The flirting is so hot yet irritating loving at the same time. “I love you baby my Lawrence.”

Chet

“What’s a hottie like you doing in this pig pen this time of night? “ he says but in a

different way.

“Excuse me! Chad?” I say.

“It’s Chet man” I reply to his disappointment.

“Too many of you!” I add

“Is that a bad thing?” He asks me sad.

“No way! Confusing though!” I smile at him

“Not for long! I have the best body” he states proudly.

“Same body but different personalities” I retort.

“The fuck! It’s the confidence bro” he adds in huff showing off his abs.

Jake

“Geez! You finally awake?” He says winking at me

“Don’t get smart boi” he smirks

“Sorry!” He says blowing me a kiss

“I was hammered last night “ I continue

“It a blessing for me” he says smiling

“Asshole! “ I say laughing

“Goals!” He shouts

“Not too laud” I stammer to say.

“Headache! I hate those “

Jason

“Beach party” he howls as we lay the beach towel down.

“Someone is excited! “ I say as he hops

“Always with you!” He rolls next to me.

“What are you a dog Jake?” I ask

“Bark…bark it’s Jason” the sadness strong

“Sorry!” I say not really caring

“Do I mean that little to you?” I can hear the little.

“Just a tad” i am cruel

“Meanie! So silly Lawrence “ he jest back.

Max

It is bad enough I am stuck in Texas ugh for this movie but now this jerk off is clinging to me and the paparazzi are following us as they clue on it.

One day I exiting my apartment is a gigantic mistake when I see hoards of cameras at my heels and clicking away much to ny dismay and chagrin I shovel forward in a swift pace.

Glen no! Wait! I am sorry Jason is it? Oh! Iam sorry confused I think to myself as he waves me over and I want to throw up in his face.

“Why are in front of my apartment so early in the morning?” The question is given in a

matter of indifference.

“I could not afford to waste the day away.” He sways in this immature manner.

“Who are you?” I ask feeling like a I have lost control of the situation.

“It’s Max silly!” He says getting in the car.

“Of course! Why not?” I sigh in exasperation

“Bastard! Let’s go” he says hyped up on a natural high.

The end

[siremasterlawrence]

Hey young nerdy dom seeking for real hypnosis subs in NYC seeking to find a Hypno Dom to fiip the switch on them.

Hoping to find a few older guys, in shape, look at decent and want to be reduced to being treated like kid.

You would call me and think of me as your Daddy.

[siremasterlawrence]

Multiplying Micheal

Michael:

Michael Lawrence Parker Patton is a guy I am apparently going to work with as he will be my submissive so he says, I agree to talk to him on Skype video call logging on to see his message ringing loud with a strong Yes Sir. As he waits for me he falls in to a light like a coma trance thinking back our first session on two weeks ago, he is on the telephone in a a happy blissful state sliding down the side of the kitchens sinks panel to cold floor of in a sleepy mode.He stares mindlessly ahead of him in a deep shock as he took my hand in hard glow of his imagination as I sit next to him and wrap my arms over him as he causing him to melt in a period of shock closing his eyes as he hit the wall.

“Oh Micheal! Do me a favor at the end of the staircase please turn off the lights.” I say to him as he stops counting.

“Yes Sir!” He says as loud click is heard a string is pulled and his lights shut off in his head.

“Excellent! Blank space!” I whisper into his ear while kissing him down his neck.

“I need you to envision the room fill up to the roof with golden light covering the room.

“I can see but how?” He says questioning his own sanity lesbians him alone in a white room and a mirror:

“The mirror is your focal point. “ I instruct.

“What are you looking for? What do you see?” He asks.

“Say something sir.” He pleads seeing his body naked.

“Hello! Yes don’t freak out! I am Steve nice to meet you.” The mirror image states.

“What the what? Who are you? Stay back”

He panics attempting to wake up.

“I am you! See? Just a better you “ Steve adds walking through the mirror.

“Not possible! “ he responds running away.

“You can’t escape! Let me out “ Steve states

“You are apparition “ he calls out.

“Poor you! Let me explain!” He places his own hands on his hip.”

“Master created me because you are dull”

“I am not dull! Boring maybe”

“Definitely “

“The husks is arriving “ a new personality is emerging.

“I suppose your Andy”

“Yes as ordered “

“Lovely”

“And Micheal?”

“He is fine just sulking”

“What’s wrong ?”

“It’s all bit much”

“He will be completely fine”

“Never mind him”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Excuse me Andy?”

“Your holding out on me”

“That’s sweet ass of yours”

“What about it sir? You want it first”

“Oh God! Take me”

“Those lips finally “

“Make me squirm “

The power of a new personality to is very dynamite in a sexually appetizing way shall we say because now all I want is to devour him whole and watch him squirm as his life is eaten whole in front of him such Is the truth about it all. His weakness is my pleasure making out in a state of fury before getting up front the bed on to my feet I walk out taking one last time to turn my to see him sleep and he wakes up in time grabbing me before I can exit the bed room. Smirking he slams me in to the wall it’s clear Clint has taken over a bit of mistake on my part of the programming he is a way bit too intense for me but still kind of hot as my back is on the wall and body presses again mine and we kiss.

“You don’t wait for orders?”

“Your bitch needs you now”

“He was crying for your touch”

“He is such a pussy “

“Yeah, but I am not “

“Awfully cocky”

“Hello! Have you seen me?”

“You love to embellish it too”

“Hey! If you have it then flaunt it”

“This dangerous”

“I am dangerous “

“Zip it”

“God! I want you “

“You infuriate me”

“You want to fuck me though. “

“Ugh! Yes!”

“I knew it”

“Use this bitch”

Grant is the jealous type of the all of the new personalities so damn needy holding on to me all the time as if I am so kind of support animal and I find it extremely funny because he is usually independent am thinking of me and himself. He found me closing the back doors into the backyard with the grass having yet to be cut he yanks the cord for the lawnmower cutting it all down to size and he works through the task with ease as he smiles at me winking my way. He stops halfway finished to wipe the sweat from his face placing one glove in his mouth and then over he puts them in his shirt back pocket then proceeds to open his shirt and throw it to the grass breaking in to sexy mid striptease.

“Master! Where are you ?”

“Right here bitch”

“You know who I am?”

“Johnny right?”

“Thank God!”

“How about Michael?”

“Don’t ask me about the pussy “

“He is a bitch “

“You don’t like it or him”

“I am hot”

“Full of yourself”

“Why not?”

“I am everything to him”

“Kneeling at my feet”

“Do you love me ?”

“More then everything “

“Kiss me my love”

“Master! What do you think?”

“Good Job…..”

“Alex”

“Sorry Alex”

“Too many of us”

“Yeah! It’s ok”

“Work of beauty”

“You think so?”

“Know so”

“I love you sir”

“I love you too”

“Do you mean it?”

“Boi?”

“You are my God”

“Then submit “

“I am kneeling “

“I love you “

“Prove it”

“You have been gone”

“Yeah boi”

“ALL NIGHT “

“Timing me”

“I am your protector “

“Ok ok”

“I am your servant”

“Submit “

“Let me serve you “

“Get up”

“Never sit in my chair”

“I missed you”

“Come over here “

“Kiss me”

“Make love to me”

“You are so hot”

“So handsome”

“You are perfect “

“Have a drink with me?”

“Another?”

“Better believe me”

“Ugh!”

“Oh come on”

“You want this “

“Oh really ?”

“Fuck with me”

“Nice polo shirt “

“You brought it “

“Remember “

“I do love it “

“You grabbed me”

“Your my babe”

“Lay on me “

“Hold me”

“Kiss me”

“Let’s fuck”

The end

[siremasterlawrence]

Virtual Reality Date: Jensen Ackles

Virtual Reality Dating is a brand new service that I have created over the last few years in my own private time.I had no idea that any celebrity would be on it let alone a married one at that and yet I saw him Jensen Ackles. I am still in the data testing phase however. I know now I must have to move on to the second phase. Jensen laying down unable to fall a sleep when his cellphone lit up with small alert like a blip and yawns. He lifts the phone up from his side table in to his hands facing himself and presses the start button. The app roars on in a fiery fury blaring in to his eyes, laser transforming his mind in to mush forcing him to drift away.

Jensen’s eyes flutter open then closing all but for a hour or so till they permanently state in to the ceiling and emit a beautiful serene blue color overtaking his eyes as they radiate.His body giving in collapsing automatically leaving a heavy indention in the mattress center his mind begins to drift away in to insanity and finally he lefts go eyes rolling back in to their sockets. It is unbeknownst to him, a man about early to mid thirties entering his bedroom shutting the door in one push and soon enough he sits on the bed laying finger on Jensen’s head and rubbing his face as he moans slowly. His eyes pop open looking ahead at him roaming till he met his eyes with mine unable to move or do anything elseand the man grabs the back of my head lifting his lips to mine.

“Who…who are you?” Jensen asks confused.

“I am here for you babe!” I say leaning in a bit.

“I am immobile” he thinks.

“You are not able to move for a reason.” I say.

“Relax honey, give me a kiss.” I stress of him

“You are a figment of my imagination “ he swears.

“Then why are you so hard?” I suggest”

“Huh! Oh yeah!” He comes to life springing out his cock.

“Who are you again?” The words string to him.

“I am yours Master! You may call me..” I add

“Yes Daddy!” The words cementing on his mind.

“You remember me! You left me such a long time ago.” He shakes his head in agreement.

“Will you stay with me?” Jensen begs me.

“It’s all dream a fictional reality.” I say sweetly

“NO! I need you to” he cries out in disbelief.

“Do you love me?” I lay on top of him.

“With all of my life “ I hear raise his voice.

“Do you surrender fully me?” I kiss him this time rougher.

“Uuuhhh….yyyeeesss…” he says with love and lust.

“Give me your hand “ I instruct him as we are bonding.

“Yes Daddy” Jensen replies.

“Give me a kiss” commanding him.

“Yes Daddy” he smirks wrapping his arms on to me.

“You feel so good” he whispers to me

“Ggggooooodddd!” He sighs

“What boi?” I ask completely removing myself

“You are the man of my dreams” he says in a low voice.

“Hhhhhm” the hum vibration kills him.

“I love you “ my lips mash his.

“I love you too” he kisses me back

“Fuck!” He swears

“Yes slave “

“My daddy” he continues on

“Will you marry me?” He asks me honestly

“Excuse me!”

“Oh! Come on Daddy”

The end

[siremasterlawrence]

One Way Ticket…A Possessing Chris Evans Story

One day I walk to the lobby of my apartment building heading to the first floor as I walk down the staircase to my mail box and dig in my pockets for my keys the moment it metthe lock something happened. A universal combination of cosmic wishes are combining in to one when I unlock the door they combust a explosion it erupts sending me flying in to the wall and I go unconscious. When I wake up one of my neighbors who is looking more suspiciously like Chris Evans but it could not be since I am in New York City and wait…”where the hell am I?” is the only thing that’s escapes my mouth. “Hey buddy? Are you alright? Can you hear me?” The same suspicious figure says to me waving to get my attention it was some kind of maddening felling and I don’t know why I thought it was him. Helping me up he takes to his room which is on some sort of lot in a strange room on a wheel but it could not be could it but how? “Is this New York?” I ask not sure of my odd circumstance . “Chris Evans?” My voice hits a new high with that ridiculous question but he smiles back at me shaking his head before he continuing to touch my forehead and my cheeks just in case of fever.

I can’t figure out how even ended up on a movie set thought it’s my biggest dream to be a actor and the truth being the memoryis common back to me a very stranger then fiction moment.The door swung open to my mail box a hole emitting a bright lighting washes over me but it’s not alone for long a strong hand pops out grabbing hold of my collar firmly he yanks me in. The hand I now notice resembles the man Chris Evans hand touching my shoulder at the moment he stares in to my eyes then I put it together because he is not Chris Evans at all and this proves it. “You are not Chris Evans are you? I can tell who are you…answer me already you bitch and fucking asshole.” I tell rising to my feet in a bit of confusion of it all and I have no idea what I stepped in to. He stares at me losing the kindness facial expression in to a mindless state of frenzy on his face and I knew I stepped in to a void of oddness but he finally calms me down a bit. His lips grow ever closer to me landing on to mine as we slowly kiss the felling of his own aggression matching with mine pressing on against his and we are falling deeply in to this mentally, emotionally and physically.

“Wait no! This is wrong absolutely wrong you asshole! Get off of me you prick no youstop and let me go.” I yell shoving him to theground as I try to exist the dressing room but he has other plans. “Where do you think you are going babe? We are going to have a once in a lifetime conversation whether you like it or not but you will see soon enough my dear Master and let’s quit it with all of the escapes.” He says. I sigh still going when he holds my feet down throwing me to the ground with love he climbs on top of me and makes way grabbing on to my legs he climbs up laying on top of his Master’s body.“What do you think is going to happen to us? What are you a clone or something you fucker? “ I happily question him in true total powerful second wind managing to hold him back. He smirks walking to my side as he pushes my hand aside then pinning me to the wall so hard the force of the cold wall behind him with his hot breath blowing in to my nose and that’s all he wants. “Fine jerk! If you are not the real Chris Evans then who are you?” My voice reverbs a bit gaining steam with love, lust and his desire being all that matters to him at this point.

“Who are you?”

“It’s me Chris baby”

“No! You are not Chris “

“I love you babe”

“What’s going on?”

“Okay! Yeah! I am not Chris…but”

“Unbelievable “

“But not what?”

“I possessed him”

“Oh yeah! This is…”

“Why would you do that?”

“You sent that letter to harem anonymous “

“This is my answer “

“Fucking hell”

“Amazing right?”

“How did you?”

“You fantasize about him and it became a reality.”

“I love this it’s wrong but I love it “

The end

[siremasterlawrence]

One Way Ticket…A Possessing Chris Evans Story

One day I walk to the lobby of my apartment building heading to the first floor as I walk down the staircase to my mail box and dig in my pockets for my keys the moment it metthe lock something happened. A universal combination of cosmic wishes are combining in to one when I unlock the door they combust a explosion it erupts sending me flying in to the wall and I go unconscious. When I wake up one of my neighbors who is looking more suspiciously like Chris Evans but it could not be since I am in New York City and wait…”where the hell am I?” is the only thing that’s escapes my mouth. “Hey buddy? Are you alright? Can you hear me?” The same suspicious figure says to me waving to get my attention it was some kind of maddening felling and I don’t know why I thought it was him. Helping me up he takes to his room which is on some sort of lot in a strange room on a wheel but it could not be could it but how? “Is this New York?” I ask not sure of my odd circumstance . “Chris Evans?” My voice hits a new high with that ridiculous question but he smiles back at me shaking his head before he continuing to touch my forehead and my cheeks just in case of fever.

I can’t figure out how even ended up on a movie set thought it’s my biggest dream to be a actor and the truth being the memoryis common back to me a very stranger then fiction moment.The door swung open to my mail box a hole emitting a bright lighting washes over me but it’s not alone for long a strong hand pops out grabbing hold of my collar firmly he yanks me in. The hand I now notice resembles the man Chris Evans hand touching my shoulder at the moment he stares in to my eyes then I put it together because he is not Chris Evans at all and this proves it. “You are not Chris Evans are you? I can tell who are you…answer me already you bitch and fucking asshole.” I tell rising to my feet in a bit of confusion of it all and I have no idea what I stepped in to. He stares at me losing the kindness facial expression in to a mindless state of frenzy on his face and I knew I stepped in to a void of oddness but he finally calms me down a bit. His lips grow ever closer to me landing on to mine as we slowly kiss the felling of his own aggression matching with mine pressing on against his and we are falling deeply in to this mentally, emotionally and physically.

“Wait no! This is wrong absolutely wrong you asshole! Get off of me you prick no youstop and let me go.” I yell shoving him to theground as I try to exist the dressing room but he has other plans. “Where do you think you are going babe? We are going to have a once in a lifetime conversation whether you like it or not but you will see soon enough my dear Master and let’s quit it with all of the escapes.” He says. I sigh still going when he holds my feet down throwing me to the ground with love he climbs on top of me and makes way grabbing on to my legs he climbs up laying on top of his Master’s body.“What do you think is going to happen to us? What are you a clone or something you fucker? “ I happily question him in true total powerful second wind managing to hold him back. He smirks walking to my side as he pushes my hand aside then pinning me to the wall so hard the force of the cold wall behind him with his hot breath blowing in to my nose and that’s all he wants. “Fine jerk! If you are not the real Chris Evans then who are you?” My voice reverbs a bit gaining steam with love, lust and his desire being all that matters to him at this point.

“Who are you?”

“It’s me Chris baby”

“No! You are not Chris “

“I love you babe”

“What’s going on?”

“Okay! Yeah! I am not Chris…but”

“Unbelievable “

“But not what?”

“I possessed him”

“Oh yeah! This is…”

“Why would you do that?”

“You sent that letter to harem anonymous “

“This is my answer “

“Fucking hell”

“Amazing right?”

“How did you?”

“You fantasize about him and it became a reality.”

“I love this it’s wrong but I love it “

The end

[siremasterlawrence]

Virtual Reality Date: Jensen Ackles

Virtual Reality Dating is a brand new service that I have created over the last few years in my own private time.I had no idea that any celebrity would be on it let alone a married one at that and yet I saw him Jensen Ackles. I am still in the data testing phase however. I know now I must have to move on to the second phase. Jensen laying down unable to fall a sleep when his cellphone lit up with small alert like a blip and yawns. He lifts the phone up from his side table in to his hands facing himself and presses the start button. The app roars on in a fiery fury blaring in to his eyes, laser transforming his mind in to mush forcing him to drift away.

Jensen’s eyes flutter open then closing all but for a hour or so till they permanently state in to the ceiling and emit a beautiful serene blue color overtaking his eyes as they radiate.His body giving in collapsing automatically leaving a heavy indention in the mattress center his mind begins to drift away in to insanity and finally he lefts go eyes rolling back in to their sockets. It is unbeknownst to him, a man about early to mid thirties entering his bedroom shutting the door in one push and soon enough he sits on the bed laying finger on Jensen’s head and rubbing his face as he moans slowly. His eyes pop open looking ahead at him roaming till he met his eyes with mine unable to move or do anything elseand the man grabs the back of my head lifting his lips to mine.

“Who…who are you?” Jensen asks confused.

“I am here for you babe!” I say leaning in a bit.

“I am immobile” he thinks.

“You are not able to move for a reason.” I say.

“Relax honey, give me a kiss.” I stress of him

“You are a figment of my imagination “ he swears.

“Then why are you so hard?” I suggest”

“Huh! Oh yeah!” He comes to life springing out his cock.

“Who are you again?” The words string to him.

“I am yours Master! You may call me..” I add

“Yes Daddy!” The words cementing on his mind.

“You remember me! You left me such a long time ago.” He shakes his head in agreement.

“Will you stay with me?” Jensen begs me.

“It’s all dream a fictional reality.” I say sweetly

“NO! I need you to” he cries out in disbelief.

“Do you love me?” I lay on top of him.

“With all of my life “ I hear raise his voice.

“Do you surrender fully me?” I kiss him this time rougher.

“Uuuhhh….yyyeeesss…” he says with love and lust.

“Give me your hand “ I instruct him as we are bonding.

“Yes Daddy” Jensen replies.

“Give me a kiss” commanding him.

“Yes Daddy” he smirks wrapping his arms on to me.

“You feel so good” he whispers to me

“Ggggooooodddd!” He sighs

“What boi?” I ask completely removing myself

“You are the man of my dreams” he says in a low voice.

“Hhhhhm” the hum vibration kills him.

“I love you “ my lips mash his.

“I love you too” he kisses me back

“Fuck!” He swears

“Yes slave “

“My daddy” he continues on

“Will you marry me?” He asks me honestly

“Excuse me!”

“Oh! Come on Daddy”

The end

[siremasterlawrence]

Virtual Reality Date: Jensen Ackles

Virtual Reality Dating is a brand new service that I have created over the last few years in my own private time.I had no idea that any celebrity would be on it let alone a married one at that and yet I saw him Jensen Ackles. I am still in the data testing phase however. I know now I must have to move on to the second phase. Jensen laying down unable to fall a sleep when his cellphone lit up with small alert like a blip and yawns. He lifts the phone up from his side table in to his hands facing himself and presses the start button. The app roars on in a fiery fury blaring in to his eyes, laser transforming his mind in to mush forcing him to drift away.

Jensen’s eyes flutter open then closing all but for a hour or so till they permanently state in to the ceiling and emit a beautiful serene blue color overtaking his eyes as they radiate.His body giving in collapsing automatically leaving a heavy indention in the mattress center his mind begins to drift away in to insanity and finally he lefts go eyes rolling back in to their sockets. It is unbeknownst to him, a man about early to mid thirties entering his bedroom shutting the door in one push and soon enough he sits on the bed laying finger on Jensen’s head and rubbing his face as he moans slowly. His eyes pop open looking ahead at him roaming till he met his eyes with mine unable to move or do anything elseand the man grabs the back of my head lifting his lips to mine.

“Who…who are you?” Jensen asks confused.

“I am here for you babe!” I say leaning in a bit.

“I am immobile” he thinks.

“You are not able to move for a reason.” I say.

“Relax honey, give me a kiss.” I stress of him

“You are a figment of my imagination “ he swears.

“Then why are you so hard?” I suggest”

“Huh! Oh yeah!” He comes to life springing out his cock.

“Who are you again?” The words string to him.

“I am yours Master! You may call me..” I add

“Yes Daddy!” The words cementing on his mind.

“You remember me! You left me such a long time ago.” He shakes his head in agreement.

“Will you stay with me?” Jensen begs me.

“It’s all dream a fictional reality.” I say sweetly

“NO! I need you to” he cries out in disbelief.

“Do you love me?” I lay on top of him.

“With all of my life “ I hear raise his voice.

“Do you surrender fully me?” I kiss him this time rougher.

“Uuuhhh….yyyeeesss…” he says with love and lust.

“Give me your hand “ I instruct him as we are bonding.

“Yes Daddy” Jensen replies.

“Give me a kiss” commanding him.

“Yes Daddy” he smirks wrapping his arms on to me.

“You feel so good” he whispers to me

“Ggggooooodddd!” He sighs

“What boi?” I ask completely removing myself

“You are the man of my dreams” he says in a low voice.

“Hhhhhm” the hum vibration kills him.

“I love you “ my lips mash his.

“I love you too” he kisses me back

“Fuck!” He swears

“Yes slave “

“My daddy” he continues on

“Will you marry me?” He asks me honestly

“Excuse me!”

“Oh! Come on Daddy”

The end

[siremasterlawrence]

Ghosted! Reunion Revenge Fantasy

Something is in the air when I a former nerd who used to be bullied have agreed to host the high school reunion as they waltz in to the main hall and with the decorations are blowing up. Once they are grabbing a bottle of alcohol pouring themselves in to a clear glass of nothing as they take a sip or two down their throats and I close the door behind him with a switch he closes it up. I crack up intently with a big, bright bold and devious smile on my face, placing a tiny box in front of the door then lifting up the tip of It and a level stream of steam exits out of itrising to the ceiling. The stream of air coversthe entirety of the door slinging through allof open crevices filling up to the room with a ghostly presence causing panic and the guys lose their minds racing around theroom for a escape path.

The ghostly gas takes root first swirling on the floor till it caught the left foot of Tyler dragging him in to the cloud, lifting him into the air as he inhales a enormous amounthis eyes turn green and he is enslaved. The next is Zack the leader of the event for the first time in his life he is scared out of his mind logic in thrown out the window when his best friend Tyler and appears behind him and kissing down his neck he is totally consumed.

Dustin is afraid for his life roaming the room for some sort of passage he bumps in to a wall going limp and the gas is engulfed in to his nose and he left mindless for the ghostlyvoid to assume control. Zach is next with agush of wind hitting him in his face leaving him mindlessly in a buzz, his head begins spinning round and round as if he were high and then what’s left of him goes dead also now possessed.

Brenton is the next in line when a load of gas pair up behind him flowing under him it emit out swirling from under him and spiking up as it roams around his body shooting up till he is inches from his nose. He snorts a bit laughing out loud before coughing extreme with precision in Robbie’s face as he backs up hitting the wall in searing pain and his would lifting upward leaves his body for good.

Taron is changing in one of the guest rooms his hands in the air slipping his shirt over his head at the same time the air vent shaft is opening and the gas descending down in to his throat he stops cold with a wicked grin on his face. “ Hey Colton! Buddy are you there? I need you here! Can you help meright now?” Taron calls outward slowly laying on the floor pretending to crawlacross the floor sitting by the door his back. Robbie walks in blowing his gas in to his face.

“Tom” one voice calls in to the void.

“Tommy! Babe!” Another says.

“The fuck” tom running away.

“Sorry Tom!” The same voice sneezes in his face.

“Ugh! I….so much better “ a laugh curls in to the sea of mind fucked men.

“ I can see you Asher…no running” Robbie says

“Get off of me!” Asher demands

“Can’t do that “ Robbie howls

The end

[siremasterlawrence]

Virtual Reality Date: Jensen Ackles

Virtual Reality Dating is a brand new service that I have created over the last few years in my own private time.I had no idea that any celebrity would be on it let alone a married one at that and yet I saw him Jensen Ackles. I am still in the data testing phase however. I know now I must have to move on to the second phase. Jensen laying down unable to fall a sleep when his cellphone lit up with small alert like a blip and yawns. He lifts the phone up from his side table in to his hands facing himself and presses the start button. The app roars on in a fiery fury blaring in to his eyes, laser transforming his mind in to mush forcing him to drift away.

Jensen’s eyes flutter open then closing all but for a hour or so till they permanently state in to the ceiling and emit a beautiful serene blue color overtaking his eyes as they radiate.His body giving in collapsing automatically leaving a heavy indention in the mattress center his mind begins to drift away in to insanity and finally he lefts go eyes rolling back in to their sockets. It is unbeknownst to him, a man about early to mid thirties entering his bedroom shutting the door in one push and soon enough he sits on the bed laying finger on Jensen’s head and rubbing his face as he moans slowly. His eyes pop open looking ahead at him roaming till he met his eyes with mine unable to move or do anything elseand the man grabs the back of my head lifting his lips to mine.

“Who…who are you?” Jensen asks confused.

“I am here for you babe!” I say leaning in a bit.

“I am immobile” he thinks.

“You are not able to move for a reason.” I say.

“Relax honey, give me a kiss.” I stress of him

“You are a figment of my imagination “ he swears.

“Then why are you so hard?” I suggest”

“Huh! Oh yeah!” He comes to life springing out his cock.

“Who are you again?” The words string to him.

“I am yours Master! You may call me..” I add

“Yes Daddy!” The words cementing on his mind.

“You remember me! You left me such a long time ago.” He shakes his head in agreement.

“Will you stay with me?” Jensen begs me.

“It’s all dream a fictional reality.” I say sweetly

“NO! I need you to” he cries out in disbelief.

“Do you love me?” I lay on top of him.

“With all of my life “ I hear raise his voice.

“Do you surrender fully me?” I kiss him this time rougher.

“Uuuhhh….yyyeeesss…” he says with love and lust.

“Give me your hand “ I instruct him as we are bonding.

“Yes Daddy” Jensen replies.

“Give me a kiss” commanding him.

“Yes Daddy” he smirks wrapping his arms on to me.

“You feel so good” he whispers to me

“Ggggooooodddd!” He sighs

“What boi?” I ask completely removing myself

“You are the man of my dreams” he says in a low voice.

“Hhhhhm” the hum vibration kills him.

“I love you “ my lips mash his.

“I love you too” he kisses me back

“Fuck!” He swears

“Yes slave “

“My daddy” he continues on

“Will you marry me?” He asks me honestly

“Excuse me!”

“Oh! Come on Daddy”

The end