This choice: He decides to take you home. One on one. Jock to Runt. • Go Back...
Chapter #7
Mano a Mano
by: Unknown
Some hours later, Ted's hand pulls you out of his pocket. With a violent snag and rough drop, you land on a coffee table of some kind. The vast clear plastic floor stretched for a good long while as the vast, cocky form of Ted looked over you like a vicious, all powerful predator gleefully deciding what to do with its prey. His smile was positively ravenous at this point as his ice-blue eyes were consumed with glee. He let out a deep, sonorous roar of laughter.
"You were always a pipsqueak next to me, weren't ya runt? Smaller, slower, weaker." His hands started to point towards his torso, clad in a tight t-shirt and unbuttoned plaid shirt. "You always wanted this didn't you? Such jealousy! And now..." With a sudden flick of his fingers, you were on your butt. "... This is just comical isn't it?"
He started to laugh once again. This time it was louder, almost ear splitting. You started to wince, which only spurred on the jock god harder. After a few moments he stopped.
"Alright. Alright. What shall I do with you...? Hmm..." He snapped his fingers, feigning a Eureka moment. "Ah, I know. How about you get nice and cosy with my...
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.12 seconds at 5:51pm on Nov 06, 2025 via server WEBX1.