#brohn

The words rolled around the rubble waste like an artillery salvo.

‘I make an offer once’ Angron boomed, slow and leaden.

 ‘According to the rites of this Arena’ 

‘Arena?’ Niborran murmured. He looked at Cadwalder. ‘What does he think he is?’

‘Your cause is hopeless’ Angron intoned, wide echoes chasing each syllable ‘You face a foe that cannot be defeated. You are cut off, outnumbered, and defending a ruler too weak to be worthy of your loyalty.’ 

‘Clem?’ Niborran whispered. 

Brohn nodded.

‘My offer,’ Angron brawled. ‘Give. up.’ 

There was a long silence, broken only by the stirring wind.

‘What is your answer’ Angron demanded 

The fans have a lot to say.

But John logs off the second he finds out about his mistake. He deleted the video, but it’s too late. It’s been viewed hundreds of thousands of times.

He does NOT want to talk about this. He stays inside the house and shouds contact with anyone outside of the band or his family.

Brian tries to soothe him. To make him feel less horrible about his mistake, but nothing makes John feel better. His cheeks are permanently flustered. Red with embarrassment.

“Babe I can’t wait for your pretty cock tonight.” John poses in front of the mirror, in only a pair of lacy feminine underwear. His hard on clearly visible to the purple thong. “I’m gonna let you fuck me, in this. Want me to get lubed up, Daddy?”

John hates his life every time he thinks about the stupid video he should never have put in his snapstory.