"There are things I want to do with my life! Places I want to see" Jack cried in frustration, his eyes following Pitch who angrily paced the library of their rather large house.
"After I took you in... from a cruel world that cast you aside as an infant.." you ungrateful, wretched child Pitch thought in his heartache.
"Have I not always provided you with all that you needed? kept you in a warm house, kept you safe? educated you? given you the finest clothes, the finest foods that I could obtain for you, were my gifts insufficient? Have you grown tired of my company? Tell me what it is" barked Pitch as he walked around the room gesturing around him, looking feral and intimidating, the life of the fire place casting tall and skewed shadows of his figures across the walls.
Pitch huffed and strutted roughly toward the window. Jack followed and stopped beside him to look out the window too. Jack wasn't afraid, he had nothing to fear of Pitch, except that Pitch had never once before faltered from a decision or a way of thinking, this was what made him who he was.
"...no Pitch...you have always taken good care of me". He never called Pitch father. Maybe it was for the same unspoken reason that Scout and Jem called their father by his name, Atticus. Whatever the reason, Pitch liked it when Jack called him by his name. Jack suspected it was because it made them sound more like companions.
"...Sometimes I.. I just feel like I don't exist...like I'm locked away in these rooms where no one can see me, or believe me. I feel so invisible! I want to be part of their world too" Jack whispered longingly as his fingertips grazed the window as he stared dreamy eyed down at the street. Then he looked over and placed a hand on Pitch's arm and squeezed, Pitch's muscles tensed. "You are and have always been more than enough for me" Pitch relaxed a bit at that, "but can't you understand how trapped I feel? I want to go on adventures and do great things and become like one of the extraordinary men I've read of in your books, I just want to prove something! I want to be great...like you.."
Pitch turned to him with a softer hint in his expression. Jack looked up at him with desperate eyes. Pitch didn't want to refuse him, he hated refusing Jack, hated seeing him miserable.
But at the same time.. he would rather Jack be miserable than not be with him at all, Pitch knew his selfishness for Jack was of unearthly proportions. But Jack could never know that. Jack didn't understand how much Pitch wanted him all to himself. The world was a dangerous place, he'd be skinned alive before letting Jack find out about it the hard way, he didn't want Jack to suffer the same inevitable fate all heroes suffered in all those books that Jack loved. Pitch had to climb through shit and scum before he became a success, before he became important to a world that hardened him. Jack was the only softness that existed for him.
He doesn't understand Pitch thought. He knew that if Jack left him, he would truly be alone. But Jack was bright, Jack was kind and pure and bubbling with energy.. there would always be people to love him. Never as much as Pitch loved him though.
"Jack the world is a dangerous and scary place, I try to teach you these things... what would you have me do when I see you playing with these dangerous ideas. You don't know of the filth...the scum that live amoung these peasants, death and savagery follow them every where they go" sneered Pitch as he looked through the window, staring at an elder gent getting into an argument with the baker.
"But there's good too" Jack smiled sadly, looking in wonder at the children laughing and playing outside, throwing snow at each other and not having a care in the world... Pitch could see how much he longed to be out there having fun with them. But why? Why with people he's never met?
"Jack...promise me you'll never leave..."
Jack looked away with a defiant scowl, causing Pitch's anger to resurface, "Jack.." he said slowly, but Jack refused to respond. Pitch turned to him, "If being the monster is what it takes, then that is what I will be. You are not leaving here and that is my final word on the matter". Jack lowered his head, not meeting Pitch's eyes.
Pitch grabbed him by the chin and directed the boy's face at his own, "understood?" he spoke in a deep tone.
Jack stared back in a sad sort of anger but muttered a yes before shrugging Pitch off and walking out of the room, his hands shoved roughlyin his pocket. Pitch watched him close the door before turning back to the window and sneering at the people below, why couldn't the world just consist of him and Jack?
Pitch walked through the market place later that week, he hated immersing himself in such crowds, but he was on a mission of sorts. He found the shop he was looking for, walked in and went in search of a gift for Jack. The boy had been so obedient the past few days and Pitch was hoping to cheer him up, he found a pretty glass sculpture of a snow bunny, it seemed tacky but he thought it might cheer Jack up. It had only been a few days but he didn't know how much of Jack's brooding he could withstand. He went to the counter to pay for it, a little embarrassed at first but then grunted at the disgustingly jolly old man who asked if it was for someone special.
As Pitch neared the vicinity of his neighbourhood, he heard kids laughing and playing, it caused shame to eat into his heart, knowing that he intentionally robbed Jack of his childhood. That Jack wanted so much to share these experiences with people his own age, the boy was probably growing weary always being around such an uptight old man. Pitch sighed to himself. Maybe he could try.. maybe he could let Jack out..take him out for a day or so, show him the park perhaps. But what if Jack grew bolder and would want to leave forever? What if he tried scaring Jack into never leaving him? Pitch sighed. Not only was that cruel but Jack had too much pride to allow his fears to overtake him, he had always wanted to prove himself a man. Maybe it was fate, after all, wouldn't Jack eventually want to settle down with someone? Pitch thought sadly on this, not having the stomach to think any further into it.
Suddenly Pitch was startled out of his sad thoughts by a piercing scream, his head whipped to a nearby forest, and bolted towards the sound. It was the cry of a helpless girl, what fools of parents let their child wander off alone into the woods, were they not aware of the danger?
Once he arrived to a small frozen lake, he saw a little girl with long brown hair sitting helplessly on the ice floor, he called her over but she cried "the-there's a boy in the water! He-he fell in trying to save me! I-I'm scared!". He saw erratic bubbles and sloshing water within the hole in the ice, indicating that there indeed was a body desperately trying to fight its sinking into the cold deep earth, and that there was no time to get help. Pitch looked down at the ice floor, tapped his foot on it lightly to make sure it was solid enough, then he rushed forward towards the girl and stopped a little distance away to gesture her over, afraid that his weight would bear too much on the ice. She shuffled over and he scooped her up quickly and maneuvered her behind him. He then searched around for some thing he could use to retrieve the boy, "th-that stick over there! the boy used it to save me!" she cried, he spotted it from the corner of his eye, retrieved the branch quickly and stretched it out and into the hole in the pond, praying that whoever was in there would reach it in time. He pushed the girl back with one hand who whimpered as she shuffled back and off the ice "hush child" Pitch barked, trying to reach as far into the hole as possible, hoping someone would grab it. He suddenly felt a weight pulling frantically at the stick and with a careful but strong tug he pulled the body up and out, quickly dragging the shivering form away from the ice.
The figure coughed loudly, "Jack! Are you okay!?" cried the girl. "Y-y-y-yeah" came the shuddering response, Pitch's eyes met Jack's as the boy turned over for air.
It was his Jack.
After Jack had warmed himself up and walked to the library where Pitch was waiting for him, a heavy silence nestled itself into the air. After almost half an hour of silence, Jack finally raised his head to look at Pitch.
A moment later Pitch struck Jack across the face, he landed hard on the floor before Pitch walked over grabbed him up by the throat and slammed his body onto a table. Jack choked and gasped hard for breath as Pitch squeezed his neck with both hands. "How dare you leave this place! How dare you disobey me! You could have died! IS this what you want!?" roared Pitch as he gripped harder around Jack's neck, bringing back the fresh memory of his near death. He clawed at Pitch in vain, tears stinging the ends of his eyes in horror. He was losing feeling and contemplated fighting back with what strength he had left.
Pitch's eyes widened in realization and released his grip before Jack could do anything. Jack fell to the floor coughing and gasping like before, gulping as much air as he could. Pitch looked horrified at his own hands before he walked swiftly out of the room and into his study. He locked the door behind him. What was he doing? he was so scared and desperate.. he had almost lost Jack, and yet at the same time... what had he tried to do just now? recreate that moment of Jack's death? Take pleasure in that fear? Had he really just forced himself on Jack in such a violent way? He really was a monster.
Pitch rested his head against the wall and pressed close, inhaling deeply through his nose. What had he done? What had he done?...he was terrified to the core...not just because he had intentionally hurt Jack but because he had enjoyed it too... and worst of all it was the most inappropriate of times.
He moved closer against his wall, feeling his erection slide further up it. He was inexplicably hard, without a doubt. Seeing Jack look so desperate and helpless, scared and betrayed... he had loved it.. he was sick. His world was rattled by the sudden discovery that he was both undeniably scared and turned on by Jack's near death. When he realized the boy that had almost drowned was Jack himself... just seeing the boy there all desperate and choking for air, in such a dire state because he had disobeyed Pitch... Pitch wanted nothing more but to teach the boy a lesson right then and there on that forest floor, and he just may have if that girl wasn't there.
To his surprise he heard a knocking on his door and hard turns of the knob. "...Pitch...let me in please" a hoarse voice whispered. What was Jack still doing here? he wondered in shock.
Pitch inhaled deeply before unlocking the door and walking to the middle of the room with his back turned to Jack.
Jack walked in, rubbing his sore neck. "Pitch.. I-" "I must apologize first, I should never have laid a hand on you like that Jack, especially after what you just suffered. Forgive me"
"..I know of your temper Pitch.. I knew you were going to stop.."
"Regardless.. This is no longer your home" Pitch said clearly, "you made that choice when you stepped outside these walls, you're free to go now". Jack's eyes widened, "but...I have no place to go to... and I don't want to leave your side..I..I". "Why would you choose to stay? I'm a danger to you. I can't protect you from the outside world or myself... but in the end you, you're better out there than with me. You were right Jack".
"n..no..you were right.. you tried to teach me and I didn't listen, I was reckless...but she wandered onto the ice alone, I had to go after her! She was in danger"
"I don't care! you went looking for danger and that's what almost got you killed..and..and then I did something as despicable as that because you enticed my anger! How did the both of you end up there anyway?". Jack looked down. "I... I snuck out to play with her" . "You stupid child
.. you are banished from these grounds, go and claim that dirty world you so love, be careful not to die in the process" Pitch spat hatefully, each word stinging both him and Jack.
Jack looked down at the ground... He imagined Pitch throwing him out in the cold with nothing but the clothes on his back, and although he knew he would be fine... he could not live with himself knowing that the one person who took care of him would just as easily forget and disown him.
He saw Pitch approaching him, "no please!" Jack begged and fell to his knees grabbing onto the fabric of Pitch's pants. "I'm sorry, please, please forgive me Pitch". Pitch looked away as Jack continued to beg, "leave" he said sternly.
Jack looked up at him, expression turning to rage, "I won't! You can't make me! All I did was try to live a little! That girl was in danger! You can't be mad at me for saving her life! I only went out because I wanted to be free, be more trusted. I wouldn't have left you, It's not fair!" he knew he sounded childish but it was all he could come up with. "You would have eventually left" "no!" Jack shook his head quickly. Then you would have eventually died, Pitch thought. And he wasn't thinking about actual death, he was thinking about Jack's innocence forever dying, forever destroying the boy and becoming a man that Pitch never wanted him to find. It was stupid to try and prevent the inevitable.
Jack had a determined look on his face.
Pitch looked down his nose at Jack with a sneer. He shoved the boy off him, who landed back on his forearms. When Jack looked back up at his guardian, his eyes widened.
Pitch was... was grabbing his...no... no he couldn't be.
"There are so many dangers out there, Jack"
Pitch looked at Jack with an emotionless face but fire was in his eyes, he rubbed himself with one hand through his pants. "These things" Pitch said to Jack who looked in amazement at Pitch's large tent. "They're evil things, Jack, there are so many out there, so many that will try to ensnare you" he said softly. He squeezed it "the chains of humanity, the filthy pathological desires we are all enslaved too...reducing even the most noble of man to a ravenous beast", he said in disgust.
He looked from his tent back to Jack, pulling his cock out from the fly of his pants and tilting his head ever slightly. Jack's eyes grew wider as Pitch exposed his surprisingly large, hard rod. "Suck it" Pitch said simply, "or you can leave" Pitch smiled sadly 'and be ensnared by all the ones outside these walls' he thought before tucking his junk back in, wondering if Jack would let him pack some things for him or bolt out because of his little exhibition. He was suddenly brought out of his deep thoughts when he saw hands grab his own, stopping him from buttoning up his pants.
"This was why you wouldn't let me leave?" Jack asked slowly, Looking up at Pitch with a sudden playfulness that sent a shiver down his spine, "You forget that I am also man. If you only would have asked, I would have given myself to you". Pitch's eyes widened. What was Jack saying? his Jack? his pure and innocent little Jack.. Jack wasn't a man, he wasn't like the rest of them...
Jack smirked. "You didn't really think I was THAT innocent did you? Why do you think I needed to get away from here? Every time I masturbated I was afraid I would come to you on one of these nights and lose control.. and I didn't want you to disown me for it"
Pitch's eyebrow raised, "that was why you wanted to leave?"
"well, no that was only part of it" Jack said simply as he pulled out Pitch's cock, "I wanted more freedom, I wanted you to trust me, I wanted to be out there living my life, oh yeah but I also wanted your cock deep inside me..fuck I didn't know you were this big, was your father a horse or something?" Jack said calmly as he kissed the tip and licked a slow stripe down Pitch's cock from the head. Pitch shuddered hard with want. "All these years...of educating and protecting you.. what good were they if you still developed such a dirty mouth and shitty vocabulary?" Pitch asked, yet at the same time was incredibly turned on by it.
Jack shrugged, "I'm a teenage boy, what did you expect? That I didn't know how to sneak out at nights? I just thought it was time I had your permission".
Pitch looked at him, "seriously? how many times?" he tried to sound angry but it was in vain as Jack teased the head of his cock with a lapping tongue. "Mmmmm" Jack hummed, sucking the head lightly while Pitch groaned, "too many to count, don't worry though, I didn't lose my virginities to anyone.. I made a few friends and let off a lot of steam at the skating rink.. you know you gotta stop thinking that there are so many dirty people out there after my ass, because they aren't. Not to mention I'm very capable of taking care of myself. Me and you are the dirty ones here. Know why? Because we've been fucking locked up in here so long, and you with barely an ounce of contact with the outside world. Seriously, no wonder you're so insane, have you ever even made a friend? They're not so bad you know" Pitch growled, "Jack will you just shut up and suck me? Or are you so inexperienced that you're trying to sta-aah...ooh..." Pitch shut up instantly.
Jack smirked around his cock, Pitch gripped his hair roughly, forcing himself down Jack's throat, but Jack grabbed the base and quickly raised his head up and out "FIRST, no more home schooling!" he yelled, "Fine! what ever!" Pitch said, before slamming his cock back into that delicious mouth, too soon after and with a groan from Pitch, Jack forcefully bopped his head back off it again, saying "AND, you let me out of these walls when I want, I'll always come back to you" "Done!" said Pitch angrily, shoving Jack back on his poor cock. But then pulled Jack off again quickly to say in a clear, bellowing voice "but not past 9 pm!" Jack pouted a little before Pitch rammed back into his insolent mouth, Jack grabbed Pitch's hips to try and take control of the motion.
"mmmrph-err-curr" Pitch moaned as Jack's voice reverberated around his cock, not letting the boy speak this time, he shoved himself deeper into the boy's throat, gagging him. "Having a little trouble speaking Jackie? What was that? Speak up". Jack angrily tried to speak around the large cock but couldn't manage but glare up at Pitch. "Heh. How many times have I told you not to speak when you're eating? Don't you ever learn?". Jack's face went from frustrated to mischevious, he played with Pitch's balls in one hand and swirled his tongue, slicking it from head to base, sucking, nipping and licking desperately like it was the tastiest treat he had ever gotten.
Pitch's cock twitched at all the attention, making Jack smirk, wondering what it would feel like twitching inside of him. Pitch's cock was coated in Jack's saliva as he slowly started to swallow it, trying to inch in as much as possible before slicking back out quickly, creating a rhythm. He got to a point where he couldn't control his hands on Pitch's hips and let the man fuck his mouth, grabbing onto his silver locks like handles. Jack moaned at the sensation, causing Pitch to shudder. Pitch started to ram his cock deeper into Jack, causing him to choke and gag on it a bit, before lowering his body and tilting his head back. He relaxed his throat to let Pitch's cock ease even further down, and although his jaw and neck hurt, he knew it would be worth it, and how right he was when he heard all the low and heavy moans and pants Pitch was making. It made Jack's groin pulse and throb with an excess of pent up desire.
"shit...where did you learn to do this?" Pitch groaned out. Jack had pictured it in his mind many times before, it wasn't too hard to figure out and experiment with, he was slowly learning all of Pitch's good spots, committing them to memory. He shrugged up innocently at Pitch with the cock still fucking his mouth. Pitch looked down at him in a haze, "is this why you always ask me to bring home bananas? have you been practicing with them?". Jack looked up at him with a "really?" face, sometimes he thought Pitch was the innocent one here, before sucking hard, Pitch made a choking sound in surprise before tearing Jack's face away from his cock, he staggered back onto a chair behind him, panting heavily as Jack crawled over, going to devour his cock again before Pitch growled out "no, wait, I don't want to cum yet". Jack smirked, ignoring him and taking a long sensual lick up the poor cock, "promise me you'll also leave this place and make a few friends". "That's a lot of promises you're making me make tonight...I can't let you do everything you want, what kind of guardian would I be then?"
"If you don't, I swear i'll make you cum right now. And can't we just be lovers instead?" Jack looked up at him seriously. Pitch looked down at him with a pause. Then he stood up to Jack's surprise.
Pitch picked Jack up and crushed his lips hard onto the boy's, teaching the kid how it felt to kiss a man. Jack moaned loudly in his mouth, flushing at Pitch's expertise. He then tried to dominate and fight back with his own tongue, but Pitch devoured his own mouth, before slamming him onto a nearby desk, shoving all papers, books and whoops, now a broken lamp aside. He took his lips off Jack's to raise the boy's legs up, surprised when Jack was able to pull his legs back to where his head was by himself even further, Pitch's cock twitched again "doesn't that hurt?" "nah" "..I didn't know you were that flexible" "yeah, it's pretty cool" Jack said with a laugh, raising and dropping both legs simultaneously, he pulled one leg down at 0 degrees and raising the other so he was at a 90 degree angle, his back perfectly flat, "push it down" he said. Pitch blinked before slowly pushing said leg down to where Jack's head was, his body pressing against the other leg. He was hesitant but Jack smirked the entire time, Pitch's eyebrows raised. "So...exactly when did you find out that you could kind of do the splits upside down?". "Hmmm dunno, but you know I think if I tried I could probably suck the head of my own dick... though it would be much easier if I had your mountain of dick... oh and apparently there's a lot more positions that I can get in" Pitch stared blankly at him. "This is just another reason you should let me out more often while i'm still young, I need the exercise to stay limber y'know? I don't know what my extents are. Gotta keep flexible, maybe refine my skating, I've been able to figure out a lot of cool moves" Jack smirked "maybe my parents were contortionists" he added quickly, knowing Pitch no longer had the will to refuse his requests. Maybe next time they have sex he can bribe Pitch into wearing a pirate outfit, he laughed internally.
"Okay.." Pitch said slowly with a pant "maybe you should go skating everyday". "You better come and watch me when I do, i'm tired of sneaking o-". Jack was quickly shut up as Pitch ripped his clothes off, "Hey! that was my favourite swea-" Pitch crushed his mouth against Jack as he tore the boy's pants off, rubbing his groin into Jack's hard. Jack groaned into the kiss, completely forgetting what he was yelling about seconds ago.
Shove. Next time they would be more romantic. Ram. Next time they wouldn't be as so pent up so they'd be able to take their time and enjoy it more slowly. Thrust. Next time...fuck they felt like they could keep this up forever, but with their IQs feeling like they were dropping by the second they honestly felt nothing short of animalistic.
Pitch shoved two fingers into Jack's mouth who sucked on them wantonly before he pulled them out and rammed them into that tight ass he spent all those years denying to himself he didn't want to take. These instincts of his, he could no longer fight them as he scissored Jack. Jack shifted and shut his eyes tight at the strange pain, it felt good and bad at the same time. Pitch kissed his nose and then moved to lovingly nibble and lick at his neck "relax Jack. Other wise I'm never going to get my cock to fit in this tight hole". Jack moaned at the dirty words, slowly rocking his hips onto Pitch's fingers impatiently, wiggling and writhing. Pitch chuckled at his enthusiasm, neither of them were in the mood for patience or especial tenderness, yet beneath it all there was warmth, a mutual warmth that they both felt for each other, Pitch raised his head to look into Jack's eyes and smiling face, "cocky brat" he panted out, coming undone at the sight of Jack. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd last before Jack screamed out loudly "AH! whoa...wh...-what...that...I...ahhh" "that's your prostate, Jack" "I KNow what it fuckii-nnnng! uh is..ahh!... oh fuck!" Pitch's eyebrows raised in mock surprise, "my Jack, you really are a dirty boy" "Shut up and fuck me!" Pitch smiled, and although his body was exploding to do just that, this was much too fun, he shoved a third finger and purposely avoided Jack's sweet spot. "Nggh!" Jack cried out as he tried wriggling his hips to get Pitch to touch his good spot, but every time Pitch would pull his fingers out, causing Jack to whimper desperately.
"Moan Jack, moan louder for me, I love that sexy voice of yours" "P-Pitch... please" Jack begged. "Beg Jack...beg for it, show me how much you want my cock". Jack cried out as Pitch's fingers left him and the tip of his cock moved to touch his entrance, "Please Pitch, please fuck me, I want it so badly, I want you". Pitch only shoved the head of his cock into Jack's ass, fucking him with the tip, "please...I'm begging you, give it to me" Jack begged pathetically, his face flushed. Pitch smiled before ramming his cock into Jack.
Jack couldn't contain his screams, although the windows were closed and their house was pretty isolated... it was very likely that people could hear him from outside, but what was he aware of? He was being fucked out of his life.
"how is it Jack? How is my cock?"
"AH Ah! Hn ! oh f-fuck! I love it! there! yea yea..ah! harder Pitch! harder! Ah!"
"next time you taste my cock, I want you to drink my cum, and tell me how much you love it"
"yes yes, ahh I love it. More more..Ah!" Jack was so turned on by all the dirty talk, his vocalization was soon heightened and all form of speech out the window as Pitch stepped up from his teasing.
Pitch rammed ruthlessly into his ass, the table was shifting so violently across the room that Pitch had to pick him up, still fucking him upwards as he took him off the table and all the way onto the carpeted ground where he continued to pound Jack mercilessly. Jack's legs were bent far back, hips trying to keep pace with Pitch's violent motions, for an old man he certainly had the life of a god in him at that moment. Jack let his screams out shamelessly, calling out Pitch's name in jumbles of gibberish and sputtering, he was being fucked so thoroughly that he felt himself choking slightly on the saliva in his mouth, a small dribble of it coming out of his mouth. Pitch latched his mouth back onto Jack's his tongue feeling like it was screwing his mouth too, going at the same incredible pace, before releasing it so they could breathe properly and so that he could hear those lovely screams.
"AHAH OH GOD OHH AHAHH ff-ck..AH!"
Pitch was having trouble containing his own voice too, groaning loudly at Jack's tight heat, wanting to say something snarky but not able to put words together without sounding like an imbecile.
With a growl Pitch moved swiftly on his back. He forced the surprised Jack forward, who was able to take the cock deeper into his ass. Pitch thrust up hard as Jack came down to meet him each time, rolling his hips around every time he reached the base. Pitch grabbed Jack's waist in a bruising grip, the boy threw his head back as he bounced himself ecstatically on his new favourite toy. Screwing Pitch was now officially the best way for him to have fun and boy did he love finding new and exciting ways to have more fun.
His legs became weary too soon as he felt his release drawing close. "Pitch..." he breathed. Without a word the man understood and flipped him around, so that his face was pressed against the carpet. His hands gripped roughly at it, tearing the material out as Pitch's cock managed to slam wonderfully into his prostate in this new position, never missing its mark. Jack's voice grew hoarse from screaming as his hips bucked back, Pitch leaned down and bit hard into Jack's neck. Jack came soon after, spraying his load heavily onto the carpet beneath, his ass clenching tightly around Pitch's cock making the man moan loudly. Jack's body went limp and laid contently panting and in total bliss as his spent ass was still being rammed and shoved. Pitch's thrusts became erratic and soon after he came hard into Jack with a moan, riding out his heavy orgasm with several hard spasms in his thrusts.
He semi collapsed on the smaller boy, both of them a panting mess as he kissed the boy's shoulder lightly. "You ruined my carpet" he said as he turned over to lie beside Jack as they tried to catch their breath. "I guess you'll have to punish me again. Though it would be fair if you screamed more for me next time" . Pitch turned stared into Jack's eyes quietly, raising a hand to brush his fingers against the boy's cheek. A silent understanding dawning between them.
"I would never leave you"
And Pitch believed him.
A.N: Got kinda inspired by Les Mis, this contortionist on some talent show I was watching and the traditional rapunzel ...yeah.. i feel bad for disgracing them all.
No idea why I added that banana thing.. think i was attempting to be funny, or just really ball blowing, sorry if i blew up anyone's balls/lady balls
and sorry for the plot holes and implausibilities and the straight rush to the sex, but ehhh its a porno so i'm absolved right right? XD lol i knew that if i didnt wrap it up now, id never find time to post this. Anyways hope some ppl enjoyed it, it was fun to type