Da boi

With the moon properly floating in the breezy dim of the night sky, a group of loud girls with their flashy jewelry had found the show. They all talked on top of each other, crouching down to get onto his eye level. He seemed to preen under their attention, breezily propping his chin onto his hand, as though he wasn’t pinning the guy’s ankle with the other.

But soon, they had lost interest too, and once more, the fighters had an audience of one. 

By the sixth one, he had passed out. Choked by the seatbelt. The other guy was much bigger in him, looking more athletic in his tight shirt and shorts, but your stranger put up a good fight. You watched as his opponent left him lying there, and you waited. It must have been ten minutes, or an hour, but you waited. Soon, you spotted the shaking of his unkept black tresses, signalling his return to consciousness. It was all too normal for him it seemed, with the way he casually put his shoes back on, then his jacket, and he was out of the car. 

Any semblance of a reaction from you came in a small jolt at the slam of the car door. The bloodied showman made his way towards your still-standing figure, shaking his head to mess his sweaty mane. He was limping a bit; probably from the little maneuver he did into the back seat with the third guy. 

He didn’t say anything to you. You don’t say anything back. Merely two pairs of eyes staring at each other— quizzical, drained. 

He tilted his head off to the side, somewhere in a vague direction to the cluster of houses with gray clapboards off in the distance.

You shrugged, then nodded. What the hell, sure.

There was an odd stinging in your heels with every step you took behind him, but you stayed quiet. Your eyes stayed glued to the back of his head, your mind thinking of the possibility of you beating him in a fight if you snuck up on him then. You’d hold up for a while, a kick in the nuts would definitely have you get a couple of hits in, you figured, but he’s got the moves. You’ve seen all of it.

His house was a dull gray, like the ones on either side of it. The stained walls told you it was once bright and new, perhaps when the smiling woman in the picture frames still lived there. His mum, maybe. There wasn’t a single soul around now, except for you and him. He led you to his room without so much a word, which was littered with all kinds of paints, posters, and clothes. 

Something underneath a pair of plaid pajamas started to squirm and make its way to the tip of your boot, tongue darting out to lick the cracked leather. “Ew,” you grimaced, squinting your eyes to look at the crawler. You had no idea what it was, not with how dark it was in his room. “What the fuck is that?”

“That’s my funny little guy,” he muttered, scooping the slimy thing into his hand and depositing it into a glass aquarium with a coo. You stayed standing on the threshold, in your fake fur coat and your slip dress. 

Your stranger immediately undid the buckles of his belt, dropping the light-washed jeans onto the floor. He seemed all too comfortable walking around in his boxers in front of a woman he’d just met. You realized he hadn’t told you his name yet; you muttered yours to him in the silence. 

“Martin,” he grumbled, plopping onto the mattress. His face was still bloodied from all that waltzing he did in the car, and you figured you should probably offer to help him clean those up. You stayed quiet.

The vintage coat you’d paid thirty pounds for along with letting the owner get a feel up your skirt soon found its place among the mess on the ground. You unzipped your knee-high platforms, wriggling your toes free of their constraint before settling right next to him. He’d somehow procured a cigarette, swiftly lighting it to life and taking a puff. Your cold fingers brushed against his when he passed it to you, inhaling the stinging smoke into your lungs. 

“What were you doing back there?” you spoke up after a hazy, nicotine-filled silence, turning to look at him. His shoulder was nicely warm against yours, and he had a smell to him. Not a nose-scrunching odor, but a funny mix of sweat and the smell of a wooden cupboard. 

“Car-Jitsu,” he drawled out, stretching his long limbs past the span of the twin-sized mattress. Your tongue itched to voice your questions, there was much more you wanted to ask, but Martin didn’t seem to talk much. How did it work? Was there cash involved? Was there some sort of Facebook group they were all a part of? ‘Available from 1-6 pm tomorrow. Silver 2006 Lexus. 5 minutes each turn.’ 

You were taken out of your thoughts by a shining in your face and a buzzing. A remote-controlled helicopter hovered over your face, blazing its bright light into your eyes. Martin, toying with the controller in his hands, chuckled beside you, which made you smile. He directed it to circle over your head, lowering his voice in a mocking police tone that made you giggle. It descended down, and down, landing on the plane of your clothed stomach. The last of the propeller’s spinning tickled your belly, sending a buzz straight down to your legs. You had propped them onto the bed, and the hem of your already short skirt fell into a crumple on your hips, exposing your black thong. The man pressed to your side reached for his toy, flicking it off before returning his warm palm to your abdomen. He seemed to test the feel of the cheap satin beneath his hand with his every caress, sliding up and down your belly. You simply lay there, sighing when you felt his nose press against your cheek, breathing in the scent of your flesh. 

His hand slithered underneath your dress, squeezing the supple skin of your waist before cupping your cunt. He was growing hard against your thigh, you could feel him start to twitch. Mindlessly, your hand crossed over to touch him over his boxers, making him grunt. A shudder sprinted down your spine when his tongue darted out to lick on the shell of your ear, blunt teeth nibbling on your lobe. His mouth traveled south, mouthing over your stiff nipples before nudging your dress just underneath your tits to reveal your stomach. He nuzzled his wounded face over the soft span of flesh, painting you red with dried flecks and wet smears of blood. It made the hairs on your arms raise in attention, your cunt tingling when his fingers trespassed the waistband of your panties to feel the hairs on your mound.

“What you got under here?” he mumbled against your skin, breathy.

Giving into your urges, your hand settled over the back of his head, fingers running through the jet-black strands of hair. It was slightly slick with grease, as you expected, though surprisingly soft. The soft waves made him look so pretty, though they fell over his face way too much that it covered his icy blues. 

Your hips lifted ever so slightly when his fingertips run a ghostly trail over your slit. “Wanna see?” you offered. Your thong soon joined the pile on the floor, and the air against your exposed cunt held a slight chill, though his breath warmed you up nicely. You watched as two fingers split your folds open, exposing your moistening pussy to his eye, and you wondered if he could see anything with the only light in the room being edges of the neighbor’s yard light from his window. He was studying you like a scientist in a lab, and it wouldn’t surprise you if he reached for the magnifying glass on the nightstand behind him. “Never seen a pussy before, have you, Martin?” you teased. 

“Not as pretty as this one,” he answered, his voice far away as he prodded you in a trance. His tongue darted out to lick over your clit, making your hips jerk in surprise. Martin hummed, pleased with your reaction. He went back for another lick, dipping into your slit this time, then another, and soon, he had you clenching the dark sheets into fists as he licked and sucked all over you. There was no technique to it, nor a finesse, he was merely a starved man feasting on the sweet bounty you offered him. You kept your hand on his head, clamping him down as you grinded on his face. 

Your mind wandered back to him in that car, how he smiled even while in a headlock and his feet dangled over the open window. He seemed to enjoy tumbling around, you figured that much. You wanted to see him smile again, you decided. With intent, you pushed on his shoulder, then the other, pulling him away from in between your thighs. He straightened to look at you in confusion, though the wicked smile on your face as you shoved his chest made his slim cheeks dimple in understanding. With your fourth shove, he caught your wrists, pinning them by your ears with his strong grip. You turned your head to bite his slim forearm, making him yelp. You tussled and grappled, with him grabbing your ankle and you pulling on his hair, until eventually you managed to switch your positions. With him on his back, you settled on his lap, slick folds nestled perfectly against his clothed cock. “I win,” you grinned, Martin mirroring your smile. You grabbed the hem of his gray tee, pulling it over his head before using it to wipe the blood from his nose. His left eye was a little swollen, appearing smaller than the other. Your black dress followed, baring yourself to him. 

Your nipples stood erect in the chilly room. The faint amount of fluorescent light streaming into the gap in his curtains painted a harsh line across the shadows of your blood-streaked body. Nimble fingers reached into the waistband of his black boxers, pulling out his stiff length. You sunk into him with a sigh, rolling your hips with a practiced ease. 

Martin was tantalized. You wondered how long it had been since he fucked a woman, though the way he watched you spear yourself on his cock over and over in awe made you figure it had been a while. It made your chest swell with pride. Taking his wounded hands, you settled them over your tits, urging him to squeeze them. “Like that?” you breathed out, earning a nod from him. 

His cock was making you feel so good, evident from the blissed-out moans freely falling from your lips. Your hips moved with a mind of its own, rubbing your clit against his pubic bone. You steadied yourself with a hand on his sculpted chest, the dark spray of hair a pleasant tickle under your palm. With your view facing directly at the window, you caught the shadow of movement outside. Someone was watching you. You couldn’t see your audience’s face, with the bright porch lights behind him giving you a backlit view of their face. 

Preening under the watchful eye of a stranger, your hands raised to run over your hair, throwing your head back as you rode Martin harder. Your face contorted to display your pleasure, which pleased the man below you as well. His rough palm grabbed your cheek, pulling you straight into his lips.

He tasted coppery with blood, yet slightly sweet from the blue razz lolly that painted his tongue a vivid color. His mouth dominated you like an opponent, consuming you with the hot, wet muscle reaching deep into your warm cavern. Muscled arms encircled your body, caging you against his chest as his hips soon began to rise to meet yours. Trapped, you couldn’t lift your head to see if your audience was still there, though the thought of the unknown figure vanished from your mind with Martin’s erratic thrusts. You could only bury your face into his neck as he took control. 

You didn’t find anything within you to complain about the turn of events. The hairs on the back of your neck raised when you feel his hand lowering to cup your ass, a wandering finger finding your puckered hole. It made you gasp when you felt him circle your rim. With the overflowing slick pouring from your cunt gathered on his fingertip, he dipped into an experimental penetration into your ass. 

“Mmh!” you squealed, biting down on the junction of his shoulder. Martin’s chest rumbled in a breathless chuckle. With your arms still caged in his grip, you could only squirm in his hold as he continued to fuck you with his cock and tease you with his finger. He whispered your name in a pleasured, raspy drawl. It spurned a tingle deep within your core, spurning you further into the abyss. You lifted your head to press your forehead against his. Lips close but not touching, breaths mingling and mixing. His tongue licked your bottom lip, before slithering its way into your mouth. 

Your release crept up your spine like the spider Martin had crawling in an old jar. It brought about a tingle in the back of your head, and soon your cunt gushed all over his cock. You swore you had blacked out the moment he made you squirt, lost in a haze with dotted vision as he continued to pound into you. You could hear him curse in your ear, followed by praises and a slap on your ass for spraying all over his legs. With a harsh thrust that jolted you in the black-haired man’s hold, then another, you feel his cock twitch in your walls as he came into your womb. You were too far gone to muster up the energy to tell him you weren’t on birth control, nor did you have the money for a morning-after pill, limply plopping back onto the mattress when he rolled you off. The bed’s springs bounced when Martin got up, the absence of his warmth making way for a chill to settle over your naked body. You kept your eyes closed, basking in the pleasant buzz of the blissful aftermath and the exhaustion finally catching up to you. 

There was a noise from somewhere else in the building. A thud like something fell over. Another hand was thrown into the bucket, and then a few different bones. The person paid no mind to the noise, this area always had noises coming from another room, this was normal. The thud came again.

They kept wiping down the table, collecting body parts and trying to clean as best as they could with a dirty rag and lots of elbow grease. Before they could comprehend what was happening, they were grabbed suddenly. Two thin, yet strong, arms wrapped around their midsection, immediately going to their chest. They scream in surprise, not expecting the attack, dropping their rag onto the even dirtier ground.

“H-hey preeetty!” Nubbins’ excited voice rang out in their ear as he leaned his head down to their neck, sniffing at it deeply.

“I-I-I was lookin’ for you!” He chirped out, moving his body to be flush against his lover’s back.

“Nubs?! What’re you doin’?!” His lover tried to move away and turn around to face the man, but his grip was iron. He ignored their questioning as he moved further into their space, pushing them off balance, forcing them to hold onto the table in front of the pair. Nubbins’ large hands kept groping and feeling their body, moving over their chest and pushing at their lower stomach in an attempt to push them ever closer to this rigid body.

“Hang- hang on! Can we just-“ They got cut off when they tried to pry off Nubbins’ hands from their chest. That’s when they felt it, grinding hard against their ass, a hard bulge in Nubbins’ pants.

Nubbins started to moan into his lover’s neck.

“You- you just- you feel so g-good!” He moved his hands over their body, squeezing their soft flesh harder than necessary. His lover’s body was growing hotter by the second, their mind going foggy.

“I-I-I just neeed this!” He cooed and shushed his lover, using more force to rub his hard on against their clothed ass.

“Hey! Nubbins!” They tried to stand up straight and pull their body away from his, but it was no use. Nubbins used that opportunity to push them harder. Their hand slipped from the table as they fumbled onto the floor.

In the fall, both parties failed to notice how close they were to a giant bucket of blood, dripping from a nondescript bag on a hook. For a second, Nubbins lost his grip on his lover. They fell and knocked over the bucket, spilling the bloody contents all over themselves. The clean new clothes they were wearing were immediately ruined, most of the blood ending up on their torso, arms and face.

“Ah! Come on, Nubs!” They tried to protest while rubbing blood out of their face, but it was no use, their skin was now tinted an aggressive red.

As if the hitchhiker wasn’t already in a state of animalistic need, seeing his beautiful lover covered in blood only worsened his feeling.

“Y-you- look…” One of his large, honey hands went down and palmed his bulge as his partner was beginning to stand up on their own. He was frozen for a minute, unable to move purely because his head was overwhelmed with so many thoughts at once.

“Nubs, I just got this shirt… an’ I’m tryin’ to clean.” They were mermering to themselves as they stood and stumbled a little, trying not to slip on the blood.

Before they could catch themselves, Nubbins did it for them. He rushed to grab them again, this time somehow more feverish. His hands moved around the blood and rubbed it all over their face and chest.

“Oo-ooh-!” His voice was high and excited, his brain losing all coherence so all his words began to slur and become word vomit.

“Hang on- Just let me-“ They tried to protest and move away, but they couldn’t get a grip on his arms with their own being covered in slick blood.

“Pree-tty, preetty, pretty, pre-etty- “ He kept moving forward and forward, invading all their personal space. His partner struggled to not fall over, instead slipping on their own feet and the blood on the ground.

With one strong grab on Nubbins’ forearm and his lover slipping in the opposite direction, they were able to free themselves from his grasp once more.

His lover yelped as they tripped from the hitchhikers grasp, instead falling head first into a cattle chute. The chutes lined this side of the slaughterhouse, they hadn’t been used in a while. Now most of them were rusted, dusty and broken from time. Nobody has touched them in years.

As their head shot through the chute, their shoulders slammed into the metal hard. They yelled at the impact; the force was so aggressive that the cattle chute slammed shut, closing around their neck and trapping their head on the other side of the chute.

“Nubbins! Nubbins! Help me!” They cried, using their bloody arms to push and pull at the chute, the metal not even creaking under their force. The only thing that did was get blood and handprints all over the metal machine.

Nubbins was too busy babbling nonsense to help his lover. As they squirmed and thrashed against their new bindings, he couldn’t help but get that same feeling he had when they got covered in blood. He rushed to his partner, slipping on the bloody floor but regained his balance before falling.

“You- you soooo- an’ this-“ Nubbins laughed as his hands slammed into his lover’s ass cheeks unceremoniously, smacking loud smacking noises in the process. The man squeezed and groped at their ass, moving up to their sides.

“Whoa-ah!” His partner jumped at the sudden contact and aggression.

“Hey, I’ll help you, if you get me out! This- this ain’t funny!” They kept squirming, pulling uselessly on the undisturbed metal around their neck. The man kept laughing, at the sight, the situation, at his own lover.

Nubbins shoved his bulge right up to their ass, his hands nonstop groping his lover’s soft body. He pulled their hips backward, causing their jaw to slam against the metal.

“Hey! Ow! Stop it!” Nubbins didn’t stop. He only kept rambling to himself and pulling on his partner’s hips, pushing his hard on right against them.

“Just get me out of here! Please!” His partner kept trying to plead, their cries fell on deaf ears.

Nubbins kept laughing and groping at his partner, loving being able to feel their heat through their pants. It was addicting for him to rub his bulge all over it. His cock rubbed against his zipper so hard it nearly hurt, not enough to make him uncomfortable, just enough to make him painfully harder. In his hazed mind, Nubbins stayed rubbing against his partner, only taking one hand off of them to messily yank open his belt and zip down his fly. His loose grey pants fell to the ground instantly, the belt being the only thing that held them up.

His cock was longer than it was wide and curved to the side. The dark pubic hair resting all around it was completely natural, running up and up onto his flat stomach. Standing straight out, completely at attention, his head was flushed red and already shiny with precum. His balls hung heavier than normal, full from how long it’s been since he’s had the chance to ravage his lover like this. Nubbins wasn’t experienced enough to know how to take care of himself properly, so most of the time, he went without any release for days, and sometimes weeks.

“Nubbins! What’re you doin’?! Get me outta here first! Someone might come in an’ find us!” They pushed at the cattle chute more, to no avail. They tried to cover up their raising voice with the scolding, but it didn’t work. Their breathing got heavier and even they could feel the effect being in this predicament had on their body. Their legs started to tremble as they held onto the cattle chute, no longer pushing, just using it to try to keep themselves stable.

With his cock free, Nubbins rubbed even harder against his lover. The layers between them getting thinner and thinner, only serving to make his excitement rise.

“Fee-el good- soooo good!” He rambled, focusing on how he could feel their heat more prominently on his cock now, with his pants being discarded. His bones hands grabbed at his partner’s cheeks again. His grip landed on the waistband on their pants, he pulled them backward aggressively, less like he was trying to strip them, and more like he was now using the clothing as more leverage to get even closer.

His partner kept trying to protest, but the lord Nubbins pulled at their pants, the more their brain went foggy. They could feel how hard he was, how long he was, the cold air of the slaughterhouse hit the tops of their cheeks as Nubbins’ pulled their pants halfway down.

“You… soo pretty… I-I really… like-“ Nubbins rambled out as his hands slid into the back of his partners pants, pulling them down only barely. The fabric was stuck on their thighs, it was barely low enough for Nubbins to reach their hole. With only their thin cotton underwear in the way, everything felt heightened.

“The-ese a-are pretty ttoo!” Nubbins pulled at the white cotton, making his lover squirm even more. He pulled them up and down and sideways, playing with the fabric. Nubbins grabbed his cock and moved it in between the fabric and his partner’s skin, starting to rub up against their hole directly. They both let out pathetic moans, his partner’s legs trembled more.

“W-wait-“ His lover tried to get him to slow down, but there was no getting through to him when he was like this. It was like he was an animal reverting back to his natural state, like he couldn’t think about anything other than cumming.

As if his lover’s underwear wasn’t wet already, his pre being spread up and down the back of them only made it worse. They were somewhat translucent from the fluid, Nubbins could see the pink of his own cock through the white. The sight only made him run up against them harder.

Finally having enough teasing, Nubbins ripped the underwear with his bare hands, not even having enough patience to use his knife. The fabric stayed wedged between his lover’s crotch and their pants, but it was now in pieces.

“N-now-“ Nubbins barely said a word before he rammed his cock deep into his partner. They both moaned out, his lover letting out shaky breaths, having to hold onto the metal chute with white knuckles. Nubbins laughed at the familiar feeling, barely giving himself a second, he roughly grabbed their ass and began pulling them back and forth onto his cock, spearing it deep every single time. His balls slammed into their body, making a lewd wet noise coming from beneath the pair.

For a moment, he went as deep as he could and just grinded into their wet hole, his balls rubbing up against their ass. He leaned down and shoved his face into their back, licking at the blood on their shirt. His forehead rested on their back, his face now smeared with blood, his smile painted pink.

The quiet, slow moment only lasted so long before Nubbins couldn’t take it. He was never known for his patience. Without warning, he dug his nails into his lover’s sides, nearly drawing blood. He slammed his cock into their hole over and over, repeating a whimpery little mantra.

“So-o so-so good, s-so soft…” Nubbins’ hands were covered in blood, old from the bucket and new from his partner. His nails were dirty, they got blood caked under them as he raked them over his partner's back, pulling at their shirt.

Quickly, Nubbins’ reached up and grabbed his straight razor from the little furry pouch that hung around his neck. He laughed and squinted his eyes as he cut through his lover’s shirt, slicing it in half and pulling the pieces off of their trembling body hastily. He raised the pieces high, not stopping the movement in his hips as he scrunched up the shirt in his dirty hands and rung it out like a used towel. The dirty old blood rushed out of the fabric, splashing onto their back. Drops flew all over the pair, getting onto Nubbins’ shirt and into his partner's hair. After he was satisfied with the amount of blood covering his partner, he dropped the shirt on the ground and used his hands to rub around the blood, smearing it into their skin.

“Ha- ha-! Lookie! Y-You look gooood!” Nubbins laughed as he covered his hands in the blood, dragging it down their spine, all the way to their ass. His hips didn’t stop moving into his lover as the blood began to drip down their cheeks. The hasty movement from his hips made the blood flow faster down his lover’s hole and his own cock.

“Oh-oh! Th-that is- ah-!” Nubbins’ sentence ran off as it turned into a pure moan. He never paid attention to his volume level, but especially when he was balls deep in his partner. Said lover was struggling to stay still with all the movement, their legs trembling and nearly buckling under the aggression and pure power coming from the unpredictable man.

Nubbins leaned over their back, continuing to rub the blood all over them. His nails dragged harshly onto their stained skin, slowly ripping it open. As did the bone bracelet that adorned his right wrist, it started to rip up their skin as his hand and wrist were dragged roughly all over their body. Nubbins didn’t even realize what he was doing, all the blood he was making his own lover shed. The man moved his hands under their torso to hold onto their chest. His hands were full as he groped and pulled at any skin he could get his hands onto. He used his harsh grip as leverage as he was now hunched over their body at an awkward angle, to continue his harsh thrusts.

His partner lifted one hand off of the cattle chute and held onto the large one on their chest. Both of them just moaned, Nubbins laughing and his partner closer to screaming.

Suddenly, Nubbins heard a much louder scream than normal as he decided to shove his teeth deep into his partner’s back.

“F-fuck, Nubs- hang on-! Ple-ase!” They tried to beg for mercy but their pleas only made Nubbins laugh harder. He slowly dragged his teeth out of the deep, bloody gouge in their skin. He shoved his big nose into the wound and licked at it, getting even more blood all over his face and teeth.

“Mmm- you ta-taste so good you might as well be deeesert tonight!” He laughed as he added more bite marks, his hands moved down to his lover’s hips, harshly digging his dirty nails into them and pulling them back against his cock.

“W-wait! To-too much, Nubbins!” His lover screamed, trying to move away from not only his mouth, but his cock that was continuously burying itself as deep as possible.

Before they could say anything, their body jolted and released onto their thighs and Nubbins’ already soaked cock. Their legs shook aggressively and nearly gave out, they had to grip onto the cattle chute so hard that their hands hurt.

“Fu-uck!” Their voice was broken and shaking, just like the rest of their body. It was so intense that it even made Nubbins’ hips stall for a moment, he couldn’t take the pressure that surrounded his cock. Even after his lover came, Nubbins didn’t stop, his hips grew more sporadic as he just threw himself at them over and over, bruising their backside.

“A-ah-! So- tight-!” Nubbins started to cum before either of them knew what was happening. After a quick second, he realized he started to cum inside and he ripped his cock out of his partner’s hole as fast as he could. The rest of his cum landed on his lover’s ass and their back, adding more color to the painting that covered their body. The man used his thumb to press his cock against his lovers hole, rubbing against it while he breathed heavy, watching his cum spray all over their soft skin. He could see his cum dripping on the edge of their hole and the sight nearly made him hard again.

“Lookie at aaall this-“ Nubbins said, his voice rougher and breathy, getting his hands covered in the blood, cum and sweat that covered his partner. He stuck two of his dirty fingers in their hole, not even trying to give them pleasure, just to pull out all the cum that he accidentally sprayed inside.

“T-This needs to be he-here…” He trailed off, like he was talking to himself. The man rubbed his dirty fingers, that were now covered in his own cum, all over their hole, making sure that it was messy and beautiful.

“Fuck…” Struggling to not collapse onto the ground, they tried to look back at their partner as he talked.

“Nubs, can you- can you help me now? Please?” They tried to ask but Nubbins had already pulled up his pants. He gave his partner’s bare all a mindless tap.

“I-I-I don’ know how ta work the chute!” He laughed, gesturing to the machine. His lover started to panic, pulling at the metal, leaving more angry red marks on the sides of their neck. Nubbins’ forte was more mechanics of the homemade variety. If he didn’t make the machine to begin with, chances were he couldn’t figure it out.

“What?! What d’you mean?! Ya don’t know how to open it-?!” Using one hand, they tried, and failed, to pull up their pants. The fabric was too tight, their legs too weak and the fact that they were covered in multiple gross liquids didn’t make the fabric move very easily.

“Fuck- Shit- Nubbins, help me!” They kept struggling, and pulling against the metal, simultaneously trying to fix their unfixable wardrobe.

“I k-know! I’ll go git Johnny!” Nubbins said with his big lopsided smile, proud of his own idea. His partner felt their heart drop, their face losing all color.

“No! Nonono- No! Nubbins, don’t you dare!” They kept thrashing and screaming, now trying to use their legs and more of their body to pull at their binding.

They could hear Nubbins’ laughter, it was loud and obnoxious. He kept giggling maniacally as he gave them a few more spanks on their ass before fixing his belt and nearly running out of the room.