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One Universe: The Torment Of The Man Of Steel

The Final hours of Clark Kent’s demise as he is saying goodbye to his family, wife and his kids on the farm and in Metropolis as he soar into the sky he shoots off into the sky.

He feels the air swirling throughout his body, the heat of the suns rays washing over him and his strength only grows more and more out of nowhere.

He speed picks up with the ai rushing past him in a huge swoop encircling the area of his body and blowing the world under him pushing things past him.

He lands onto the ground causing the land to shake quaking under all of the citizens and he passes the cross screaming his name as he enters the court.

His hands brace the door of the courts in a heavy shove the door splits open as he walk into the halls of the state court down into the huge room.

The people sitting the seats turn to see the man in red, blue and yellow suit with a sexy strut to him and he could not be more hotter then ever.

I smirk staring at his ass with much needed desire of love blowing up in my heart so all I can do is imagine plowing it.

I only want to conquer him with every intent of doing it tonight my hand starts to glow up in excitement.

I slip out of the back of the room closing my eyes, placing my back on the wall my body phases through it and disappear.

I reappear beneath the court room with a wave of my hand the floor is blanketed in a liquid of clear color.

It spread like sea showcasing the entirety of the floor flowing past us all I can see Clark Kent, the judge and jury.

The switch goes off sending a electrical like shock signal through the cords creating a spectacular display.

“Soon you will join me Clark Kent, you will be my villain at my side and you will love me.” I say.

“One more minute to the stroke of midnight.”

I swear.

“And here we go”

“Mr. Kent! I am glad to see you have arrived especially on time.”

“I am doing my duty as of man of law.”

“Excellent! Shall we begin”

“Wait! Do you hear that?”

“Mr. Kent no stalling”

“Watch out your honor”

“Oh My God!”

“What was that?”

“I have no idea, will you give me permission your honor?”

“Of course! Beat him”

“Who the hell are you? Speak now!”

“You can call me Master Lawrence The Blue Haven”

“Blue Haven indeed! I will stop it at no cost”

“Mwahahahahaha! Nice try!”

“How did you block my punch? Release my hand.

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Quit the laughing “

“Or what?”

Cracking my knuckles my bones crackle in the sound letting raise up to meet his fist head on. Our eye lines have come to meet each others eye line.

The fist touch sending him flying back into the wall with a whirl of pain causing a world of rage.

His eyes turn fueling red the anger raging within him he pushes his feet on the wall propelling him forward.

“Will you serve me willing me Clark?”

“Extremely foolish of you to think…I”

“Your body is stone cold, frozen in time, you are unable to move, the fear is settling in and I am in control.”

I snap my finger in a flash of light the room is in a blind state of a time speeding up to his new future.

“Oh hey Master Lawrence”

“I missed you”

The End

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                       A Million To One

“Welcome to the world of The Bro Zone a place where all possibilities come to the fruition.” A detached voice says as we are in a new universe. A man appears in the distance a hand lifts in to the air snapping my finder as the word is spinning out of control and it leads us to be by his side and I soon soon up in a whole new world like never before.I woke up in my bed on a vacation laying all of my body on the sheet as I spread over to the other side and expose the light pulling him out of sleep and here is the kicker my palm lands on a lamp. Yea! A magical genie lamp I pick up lifting in to the light as it is brimming with light and I begin to rub it very tightly as it glows very brightly rising high above us both.I reach for cleaning cloth rubbing it slowly as I blow on to it watching the dust flow in to the air as the cloud grows bigger causing me to cough and I can feel the dust tickling my throat as I sneeze at the same time he is emerging. The smoke shoots from the lamp forming in to a genie lamp showcasing how amazing I am because he stands up so delicate and beautiful all in a glorious blue energy he is offering it to me making a multitude of wishes.

“Hello Master”

“Who are you freak?”

“I am you Genie”

“My Genie?”

“I’ll grant anything “

“A simple wish”

“So much more then that”

“I wish to be a King of a island of only men”

“Super wealthy”

“Everyone serves me”

“Yes Master as you wish “

“What the bleep? Who are you?”

“As you wish my king”

“Genie?”

“I am Chris my king”

“I’m here to grant your wishes “

“One snap “

“So sexy “

“Why are you naked? “

“Steaming”

“Piping hot”

“I am in a towel”

“Would you like to see me naked ?”

“Drop the towel”

“Your body is perfect “

“King Lawrence!”

“I love you “

“I love you too”

“Kiss me”

“Finally! My king”

The end 

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How To Break A Man?

Don Fredrickson is a total jerk wasting my time constantly disappearing on and off for well over two years and though he pleased me to break him he still tries to control the narrative.He is such a pain the ass even at this point you can blame me because I am still some how drawn to him and at first he kind of reminded a bit of Chris Evans when he put on weight.He is not exactly a winner in any sense of the word but I tolerate him since I believe I can make him in to something better that is all I can muster and that’s not enough to describe him. He drove from his house to my apartment waiting for me in his car as I join him he is driving me around my neighborhood and maybe some how thinking of me breeding him. That is all his Neanderthal brain can handle I guess at first I thought he wa kind of well smart and he appears that way but I was correct about how dumb he is and that heIs nothing.

His dirty blonde hair can be seen for miles is most displeasing, his one saving grace is that he can be handsome even hot when he ripples with muscles and swells up that sunken face of his. He places the keys the ignition as he switch it on we take off and I take a deep breath with a heavy sigh and began to think to myself about the possibilities of what he can become. Up until recently he was gone completely locked away in his mind leaving me an empty canvas to recreate the awesome Himbo I named Chris and he looks so much like him now.You can guess that he once again disobeys me crawling back to his body overtaking it and settles in as he messages me without any regrets on his parts and no apologies so insufferable.

“Why are you quite Master?”

“Smack”

“Ouch! Damn it”

“Quit complaining! Smack”

“You brainwashed me”

“Yeah and?”

“You say one word”

“Smack! See!”

“You have given me so a disservice”

“So fuck off! Smack”

“Ooooowwww! I am sorry “

“Jury is still out on that”

“You are still mad”

“After all subs bullshit “

“I am furious “

“Smack”

“Bitch! Smack”

“Please stop”

A few weeks later I arrive at his new place he found without roommates finally thank goodness.

“Bend over “

“Smack “

“Pull done those dirty pants “

“Lower “

“Master I”

“Geez”

“Spank “

“Sorry Master”

“My God! You are horrendously embarrassing “

“I didn’t want to lose you”

“Fuck it! Smack”

“Spread your legs “

“You want to be broken like this fine “

“Yes Master”

“You failed this Master”

“I bread you “

“Say something “

“That’s right you are puppet now you ass wipe. Why couldn’t you be a better sub like I wanted? Now you will be my perfect sub for a lifetime.

The end

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              Sweet Sound Of Freedom

Captain America Aka Steve Rogers should be very carful about looking through her shield issued binoculars as he peers in to the top floor of the penthouse only to be disgusted.His mouth wide open is dropping to see his best friend Bucky The Winter Soldier locked up in some sort of glass standing upward in some space pod machine as his eyes stare in to the lights.His body is forcefully attache to heavy steel metallic bonds keeping him set in to one held place on his neck, shoulders, arms,knees, wrists, ankles and legs so tightly on and wound up.He stood up taking one more second to be in one with it all and fully digest all the crazy information he has received during this odd frenzy is occurring before me and he puts it the binoculars away.We stood up walking backwards to the edge of the roof top taking a deep breath he bent down a bit taking a deep breath he goes for a run racing across the room as he hits the edge jumping off.He spreads his arms and body through the air as he forms a ball with his body doing a cannon ball as he hit the window crashing through it and the glass shatters in to the room.He flips on to the floor rolling over across his friends digs he jolts upward scanning the area making sure to know every inch and crevice of the room like top notch name brand surveillance equipment.He smirks a bit removing his shield from his back flipping it on to his right arms he slid it upwards of his hands on to the wrist with very little effort he pushes it aside then he throws it.The vibranium shield hits the wall harshly on to it as it bounces off wall to wall making a impact with the back wall eventually as if smashes the camera in two as he takes a dive to the pod.The camera falls to the floor in to a million pieces shattering on to the floor leaving a bit of room for Steve as he does a activate work routine move worth of sizable Olympic gymnastic. He buckles his legs together propelling them forward as he makes contact with the glass breaking though he leaps in to the pod using his sheer strength to destroy the shiny steel metallic bonds throwing them out in to the room. He places one of Bucks arms on to his shoulders carrying him to the window push it hip as the air circulating waking him up in a fury as his eyes pop open and he is now becoming away to aware.

“Steve? What are you doing here? Where am I?” He asks coming to.

“Sorry Captain! We can’t have that.” A voice comes through.

“Who the hell are you ?” Steve stammers.

“Mm! Oh Captain “ a voice rings 

“Step in to the light “ he demands

“Zombie��Endless…Transform” the man begins.

“No Stop!” Bucky begs

“Dead…Blank…Sleep”

“Wake him up”

“Relinquishing him of your power “

“Captain America ssshhhh”

“I am your Master America”

“Bucky? Bucky”

“He can’t hear you “

“You bastard “

“Bucky wake up”

“Mmmm…Yes Master”

“Please educate Steve”

“Bucky submit “

“As you wish”

“My King”

“BUCKY!”

“Steve? Who are you ?”

“It’s me Bucky”

“Tackle him”

“Hold him down”

“Lead him to me”

“Remove it”

“What? NO!”

“Strip his clothes off”

“BUCKY NO!”

“He loves you Bucky”

“Nnnnoooooo!”

“FUCK YOU!”

“Why do you fight me?”

“Because Master wills you “

Steve struggles a bit as Bucky Barnes trips him as he falls to the ground which both he and I laugh so hard as we baffle at Steve’s own pathetic behavior as he unravels before my eyes. Bucky faces me walking over to my side he is so thrilled wrapping his arms over my tiny waist as he leans in to kissing me slowly a bit closer and yanks me in to hush body as we make out intensely.The rooms lock up everything sealing us all three in to the room leaving me in a feverish pitch on my heightened by my desire for them all to submit to me and soon enough he takes me the side. Steve stares at both of us with absolutely need, lust and desire overtaking Bucky planting another kiss on my lips because we can make out with the man who consumes him. Bucky lights up on my orders using Steve’s arm to drag him across the room and in to another room I made just for him he yank the chain on the ceiling as the bulb comes to life and he throws Steve in to the lions den. Bucky is with my hands are ever so sweetly and gleeful locking him in to the room with my other video camera as my lens glisten on Bucky’s efforts pay off and tie him down with ropes then proceeds the back of the room. “Sorry my dear friend!I completely forgot all about you my future slave pet pal and you will soon worship Mr with the very best of them. Master Lawrence understands you with the utmost scientific and psychological control.” Bucky swears to him. “Buck! Please think about what you are doing to me this is psychological torture is that how you are. Are you relapsing back in to being hydra agent under sedation and mind control reprogramming.” Steve informs him hoping to shake him back in to reality of it all.

“Whoever thought you could escape?”

“I will”

“Try as you like it”

“It will never happen”

“You can’t survive it”

“I have succumbed your issues “

“I am no hero”

“I am villain”

“Listen to what you are saying “

“I hear it loud and clearly “

“We are a vessel”

“Vessels for him”

“He commands “

“We follow “

“Submit “

“Pleasure”

“Transform”

“Live it, breath it and be it”

“Yes Master”

“Will you join us?”

“Bite me”

“I will ask again”

“Steve desire only me”

“Get off of me”

“I love you!”

“Do you really?”

“Here to the universe “

“Back from the stars “

“Oh Steve! Glad to distract you “

“Let us celebrate “

“How master?”

“Kiss me slowly and tenderly “

“Become my favorite “

“Surpass Bucky”

“Master”

“Sir Yes Sir”

The end 

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Bloody Valentine 1 - 2

Part 1 - Steve’s Sweet Corruption

It has been an extraordinarily exasperatingly long, bloody, and a pointless battle for his true legacy of Captain America a warrior with untold levels of strength, courage and stubbornness.

That is until he came face to face with me the newest great threat of his existence but

I dare to fight him simply on the principle because I am about to break him totally in to his mind.

Steve is at his last bit of will chasing after me even though his tracking skills seem to still be in control but at the end of the day he did track me to the ends of the earth to

a abandon building.

Captain jumps up as the door slam closed in back of him with locks sliding down to pin us inside and a ray of neon red light burst all in to the area throwing it the entirety of the room.

His body so scanned to the point I can even read his mind now their is a hint of fear I can sense it and I will take full advantage of him now and forever soon enough he will learn a lesson.

Captain America makes a crucial mistake by racing in to the hall way, he is greeted by a hoard of soldiers I uses my magic to force them to be slaves so deeply in love with me that fight their hero.

“Well…well…well Captain America “

“It’s time to give up Bloody Valentine”

“Why must you be so upright, so upstanding?”

“It is the right thing “

“Ugh! Fuck this Boy Scout”

“Do you comprehend your evil at all?”

“Evil? Mwahahahahaha you fool!”

“You will never win…I won’t let you “

“So you think so? Who are you really Captain?”

“I know so! It ends tonight! I am a hero “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“What is so funny?”

“You walk in to my trap so eagerly and easily”

“Big Mistake! SLEEP!”

“What are…..Yes”

“Take a seat Captain “

“This is your prison until I say so”

“Why am I in a jail cell? Let me out !”

“This is your punishment until your join me”

“I am not evil”

“Yes you are “

“Fuck that “

“You are a asshole”

“You cannot win”

Steve is restless in a prison jump suit pacing through the room walking back and forth all over the room because he is scared but yet on some level he is quiet impress I can tell but he bounces back.

Hopping on to the bed they laid for him he is staring upward peering through the window gates and is amazed to see that through the window is a desert storm of hell being put forth.

There are two eyes shaped in to the sky so wide and bright he could see this is all vivid as in a dream and a wave of calmness toon over him he is hit on with these power red flames consuming the jail.

I project my image in to his mind standing in front of him as his Captain America uniform appears on to his body as he walks toward me and takes his time grabbing the prison bars.

I taunt him a bit as he reaches ever forward taking my wrist grabbing on to me hard as if to say you are not free and you will pay for this and I smack his hands away to his shock he lets go.

I crack up yet again touching his forehead as he falls backwards to the ground and he backs up but I dig for the keys slipping them in to the key hole and I enter the jail cell as stood far above him.

I knelt down next to him planting a kiss on his lip as he is completely horrified on one level but on another he is slowly crawling up to obsessing over me and I start to stand up from my position.

He grows a bit more balls taking hold of my collar pining me down to him as we kiss a bit more and we start to make out fanning the flames as it explodes in utter consumption of his body.

“What are you doing to me?”

“You should be grateful”

“I saved you “

“I owe you “

“Your life “

“I am your king”

“Your morals are transforming “

“Shifting it “

“Bad is good “

“Good is bad”

“I was living a lie”

“Correct! You are always wrong”

“You will serve me”

“You are my Captain”

“I am your King and you will bend the world to my will.”

“Strip your clothes off”

“Replace them with these “

“Yes My King”

“Stand back there will be a explosion “

“Meet me at the plane”

Part 2 - Bucky’s Heart Broken Release

Steve is so happy in the background of the aircraft quickly exchanging his clothes for something new and the outfit I pick is so fit I mean.

He really is fucking fit but I will fuck him very soon after he saved his blasted friend Bucky Barnes and Steve takes boss shield flipping jn to the air.

He lands on the roof he crashes in to the tier of the glass roof with shards flying down in to the area everywhere but he does a super hero landing and he throws the shield.

He is getting Bucky’s attention who stares up at Steve and he rises up walking to the bar and Steve smirks as he turns calling his attention to the hallway way.

The guards are spread on to the floor of the prison leaving them in a sea of gas because Steve uses his keys to the gate of the jail cell door.

Bucky walks up giving Steve a hug but he has other ideas pinning Bucky to the jail cell as they start to kiss and my energy transfer in to him.

“My King, may I ask a question?”

“Yes slave “

“May I recruit a friend”

“You mean Bucky”

“Yes! How did you know?”

“He is your best friend “

“He needs to be free “

“He has had so much trauma “

“I am aware of his damage”

“Don’t worry Steve”

“Why Master?”

“Here is the plan”

“Oh My God!”

“How did you?

“Why did you kiss me?

“Because it’s true “

“I love you buddy “

“Me too!”

“We are friends Bucky”

“I want more but you “

“I can’t what “

“He loves me”

“I love him”

“You do too”

“I don’t…I love you “

“You say it…try it again”

“I love him”

“I am your Master Lawrence “

“Because I am your God”

“Yes Master! I am your God”

The end

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Throuple Dust

The door to the restaurant swings open to the side as I enter in to see the entire space is empty except for one guy sitting at a sole table with a candle lit he looks stuffing in a suit. I avoid him heading to the bathroom but I am thinking he did not seem to which I am wrong as he follows me in and stands by the door when I enter the stall in a bid of confusion. He smirks a bit laying his back on the wall waiting for me to come out and join him his newest conquest or so he thought while I exit to the sink washing my hands and I slip past him. Sitting at the table he stops behind my chair laying his hands around my waist timing to lean in and he inhales my scent thinking he has a upper hand till by arm stretches out to reach for his tie. The grip is tight tugging him down as hitting his head slamming on to top of the chair in a fit he falls unconscious for a few seconds his body lays on me and I take one massive heave. Kicking him down to the chair with a slick look my expression in coming to fruition digging in my book bag for a rope tying it to him as he comes to and he realizes he yells “what is happening?

The lights from the candle sparks a shadow on the wall waving among the backdrop as he stirs back to reality, any chance of feeble escape is all but halted failing to undo the robes he stares at me with his wicked sense of adventure. “I told you he maybe be a big strong guy on the outside, a pussy on the inside and the guy I love more the anything all together.” Emily says walking in to the light from the darkness standing behind him cupping his chin tightly placing a kiss on his cheeks.“I love you too babe, this is definitely more than I had in mine lovely to think that we have found the right guy, I bet you are even is good with a whip or cane putting me in my place of peeing on me. God! You are so hot to me!” Stephen says with a breath of relief. “Why don’t you whip me across the ass? You know you want me too drop my pants and lay on your lap, give it to me that’s right nice and hard.” Stephen begs me in this new tone to his voice getting higher in pitch and also deeper tone he sounds like something from a movie.

“Stephen! Beg me !” I yell.

“Don’t make me hurt you” pressing my foot on his cock.

“Please…I beg you “ he cries.

“Oh My God! “ he shouts l.

“Pathetic! I am leaving” I say laughing.

“Wait!” He calls out to me.

“Release me and I’ll do it” he pleads

“Negotiating with me? really?” I whisper

“Babe! Give me the scissors” I command Emily.

“Yes Master” she says sweetly in an outfit like a dominatrix.

“I will cut you out and rip you a new one “ I kiss him.

“Fuck me! Slap me! Punch me! Whatever” he says in tears.

“Stand up, walk over to the strapping and lay down.” I instruct him to obey.

The rope falls stripping to the floor allowing him the room to kiss me and laying on bed shaped like a cross.

The straps are tighten to leave him waiting in a panic, and quickly remove my gals Emily clothes and the rope wounding her body with it.

“I can kiss, touch and use you whenever and wherever I desire.” My voice grunts out.

“Mmmm…Master…baby” she growls back at Stephen who’s embarrassingly jealous.

“I love you” she repeats.

The end

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Throuple Dust

The door to the restaurant swings open to the side as I enter in to see the entire space is empty except for one guy sitting at a sole table with a candle lit he looks stuffing in a suit. I avoid him heading to the bathroom but I am thinking he did not seem to which I am wrong as he follows me in and stands by the door when I enter the stall in a bid of confusion. He smirks a bit laying his back on the wall waiting for me to come out and join him his newest conquest or so he thought while I exit to the sink washing my hands and I slip past him. Sitting at the table he stops behind my chair laying his hands around my waist timing to lean in and he inhales my scent thinking he has a upper hand till by arm stretches out to reach for his tie. The grip is tight tugging him down as hitting his head slamming on to top of the chair in a fit he falls unconscious for a few seconds his body lays on me and I take one massive heave. Kicking him down to the chair with a slick look my expression in coming to fruition digging in my book bag for a rope tying it to him as he comes to and he realizes he yells “what is happening?

The lights from the candle sparks a shadow on the wall waving among the backdrop as he stirs back to reality, any chance of feeble escape is all but halted failing to undo the robes he stares at me with his wicked sense of adventure. “I told you he maybe be a big strong guy on the outside, a pussy on the inside and the guy I love more the anything all together.” Emily says walking in to the light from the darkness standing behind him cupping his chin tightly placing a kiss on his cheeks.“I love you too babe, this is definitely more than I had in mine lovely to think that we have found the right guy, I bet you are even is good with a whip or cane putting me in my place of peeing on me. God! You are so hot to me!” Stephen says with a breath of relief. “Why don’t you whip me across the ass? You know you want me too drop my pants and lay on your lap, give it to me that’s right nice and hard.” Stephen begs me in this new tone to his voice getting higher in pitch and also deeper tone he sounds like something from a movie.

“Stephen! Beg me !” I yell.

“Don’t make me hurt you” pressing my foot on his cock.

“Please…I beg you “ he cries.

“Oh My God! “ he shouts l.

“Pathetic! I am leaving” I say laughing.

“Wait!” He calls out to me.

“Release me and I’ll do it” he pleads

“Negotiating with me? really?” I whisper

“Babe! Give me the scissors” I command Emily.

“Yes Master” she says sweetly in an outfit like a dominatrix.

“I will cut you out and rip you a new one “ I kiss him.

“Fuck me! Slap me! Punch me! Whatever” he says in tears.

“Stand up, walk over to the strapping and lay down.” I instruct him to obey.

The rope falls stripping to the floor allowing him the room to kiss me and laying on bed shaped like a cross.

The straps are tighten to leave him waiting in a panic, and quickly remove my gals Emily clothes and the rope wounding her body with it.

“I can kiss, touch and use you whenever and wherever I desire.” My voice grunts out.

“Mmmm…Master…baby” she growls back at Stephen who’s embarrassingly jealous.

“I love you” she repeats.

The end

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Throuple Dust

The door to the restaurant swings open to the side as I enter in to see the entire space is empty except for one guy sitting at a sole table with a candle lit he looks stuffing in a suit. I avoid him heading to the bathroom but I am thinking he did not seem to which I am wrong as he follows me in and stands by the door when I enter the stall in a bid of confusion. He smirks a bit laying his back on the wall waiting for me to come out and join him his newest conquest or so he thought while I exit to the sink washing my hands and I slip past him. Sitting at the table he stops behind my chair laying his hands around my waist timing to lean in and he inhales my scent thinking he has a upper hand till by arm stretches out to reach for his tie. The grip is tight tugging him down as hitting his head slamming on to top of the chair in a fit he falls unconscious for a few seconds his body lays on me and I take one massive heave. Kicking him down to the chair with a slick look my expression in coming to fruition digging in my book bag for a rope tying it to him as he comes to and he realizes he yells “what is happening?

The lights from the candle sparks a shadow on the wall waving among the backdrop as he stirs back to reality, any chance of feeble escape is all but halted failing to undo the robes he stares at me with his wicked sense of adventure. “I told you he maybe be a big strong guy on the outside, a pussy on the inside and the guy I love more the anything all together.” Emily says walking in to the light from the darkness standing behind him cupping his chin tightly placing a kiss on his cheeks.“I love you too babe, this is definitely more than I had in mine lovely to think that we have found the right guy, I bet you are even is good with a whip or cane putting me in my place of peeing on me. God! You are so hot to me!” Stephen says with a breath of relief. “Why don’t you whip me across the ass? You know you want me too drop my pants and lay on your lap, give it to me that’s right nice and hard.” Stephen begs me in this new tone to his voice getting higher in pitch and also deeper tone he sounds like something from a movie.

“Stephen! Beg me !” I yell.

“Don’t make me hurt you” pressing my foot on his cock.

“Please…I beg you “ he cries.

“Oh My God! “ he shouts l.

“Pathetic! I am leaving” I say laughing.

“Wait!” He calls out to me.

“Release me and I’ll do it” he pleads

“Negotiating with me? really?” I whisper

“Babe! Give me the scissors” I command Emily.

“Yes Master” she says sweetly in an outfit like a dominatrix.

“I will cut you out and rip you a new one “ I kiss him.

“Fuck me! Slap me! Punch me! Whatever” he says in tears.

“Stand up, walk over to the strapping and lay down.” I instruct him to obey.

The rope falls stripping to the floor allowing him the room to kiss me and laying on bed shaped like a cross.

The straps are tighten to leave him waiting in a panic, and quickly remove my gals Emily clothes and the rope wounding her body with it.

“I can kiss, touch and use you whenever and wherever I desire.” My voice grunts out.

“Mmmm…Master…baby” she growls back at Stephen who’s embarrassingly jealous.

“I love you” she repeats.

The end

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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

[thetistaboveall]

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

[thetistaboveall]

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

[thetistaboveall]

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

[thetistaboveall]

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

[thetistaboveall]

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

[thetistaboveall]

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

[thetistaboveall]

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

[thetistaboveall]

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