A/N: Wassup guyyyyyyyys! So, are you liking the story so far? Lol, I'm trying to space the times I update more! I can't update too much in just one day, I just can't. So, Gumballs not so active journey of so many possible outcomes continues! Like a game of Five nights at freddys! This chapter, ummm, how do I put this... It's a bit more T for teen for a reason, I suppose... Be warned!
Disclaimer, by Gumball!: Ahem... Rando does not own me, or anybody I know for that matter. He's just a sweet boy who likes me and Marshy being together ^w^
Chapter 3- With All This Alone Time...
(Gumball's Point Of View)
Finally, these foolish guards came in to check on me. The second they walked in, I was quick to shout my demands. "I AM ABSOLUTELY STARVED! Pretty, PRETTY please, give me some food?!" I whined, moving against my seat constantly. The shortest, grey skinned dark mage rose a cocky furry eyebrow at me. What?! I wanted some food, I'm starved! "Tell Master to get me some damn food!" I cried, saying 'Master' in an almost babyish way. I was so hungry at this point. I wasn't actually hungry like THAT... I just had cravings.
"Listen here princey, we gonna' feed ya' when we feed ya' ain't no other way, no what no how!" The short one said, narrowing his eyes at me... I did not understand his accent, not one bit... Despite my circumstances, I was growing quite irritable. I rolled my eyes, looking away from the grotesque beings.
"Ayyyyye, don't be like that Princey!" A tall broad shouldered one said, walking up to me. I couldn't have given him a more puzzled look. "I like the looks of you... I'm gonna Jaxxy that I want ya' for myself." He laughed, rubbing his hands together. I gagged... What on earth?! Oh lord, no way on earth was this guy going to try and have his way with me! Never thought I'd say this, but the annoying short one stopped him in his tracks.
"Ayye, stop messin' wit' da' 'ostage, or else J' will get 'rked!" I really did not understand a thing that came out of the individuals mouth... The tall one walked away, looking back and winking at me in the process. Dear god, how absolutely horrific. I couldn't how many males I had attracted in the last two days. Neither of them could have me, of course. I'd never go for any other man than-
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... Wh...What? What the... What was I just going to say...? No... Silly me, I don't... That was a slip of the lip! I'd never... Alright, I might as well come to terms with myself. Females are wonderful creatures, gracious, kind, intuitive, they're absolutely amazing... However, sexually, I feel nothing for them. I mean, I care deeply for them, yes, and I can appreciate them very very much... But I am sexually attracted to Males.
Homosexuality is when somebody is only attracted to somebody else with the same gender. Found commonly when males grow up without mothers or fathers, especially fathers. Also more common if they have a lot of older siblings. I've done my late night, lock the doors and make sure nobody sees me, research on it. I've always known this. I've never severely lusted for a guy, but I've seen shirtless guys before, back in my High School days... And that's when my confused feelings were brought up to the table. 'Gay' people would often call me in High School, but I always had...
I remember something! Marshall Lee would always protect me from the 'haters' we would call them. They'd always try to put me down by calling me 'fag' or 'gay' but Marshall Lee would always stick up for me... Hehee, I remember once, we both fought Carman Carmell Apple Jr. when he tried to say that I blew men off for pennys on the dollar, and said Marshalls' mother was a 'THOT'. I remember grabbing at his collar with my freshly manicured nails, pulling him in closer, yelling, than he snuck me and got me against the wall. That's when Marshall stepped in with the trash can...
"...Pfffffft, AHAHAAHAAAHAAAAAAH!" I couldn't help but burst out in laughter, remembering what had happened back in the old days. I quickly hushed myself, beings as there were other people in the room... Actually, there was nobody else in the room now... Where had they gone?
Sure hoped they were making me dinner...
I looked up at the cieling... It was sunset, it had seemed... Still wondered... Who ran this place? And, yaaaawn... Why am I... Here...
-Later-
"Heehee, Marshall... You're stuck up for nothing, really..."
"Pfft, haha, as if... I've got it all, ya' know..."
"Sure... *curls up closer to Marshall*"
"I'm serious! I've got girls, money, nice abs, and-"
"Woah, woah, woah... You need to chill. You do NOT have abs! Hahahaaa!"
"What?! Stop laughing, ugh... *Blushies* Y-yeah I do!"
"Oh, really? Lemme see..."
"... Ugh..."
"C'moonnnn! Don't be a poser, show me!"
"Ugh- well..."
"PROOF! PROOF! PROOF!"
"O-okay, hold up, Gumbutt... *slips off shirt, revealing shirtless body*"
"... *hides blushes* O-ooh... Haha, you didn't lie..."
"Told you, ha! I'm hot!"
"Ooh, you're hot? Hehee, good, cuz I'm pretty cold right now... *lays against Marshalls chest" Aaaaaah..."
"O-ooh... *blushes*... Heheh... A-am I... Comfy?"
"... *blushes* Ugh, heh... Yeah, you're comfy... Very comfortable, actually..."
"Heheh, well good than... Umm, Gumbutt?"
"Yeah, M-Marshall...?"
"... I'm pretty cold too..."
"Pffft, I thought you were 'hot'?"
"I-I am... But, not my body temperature..."
"Heh, well, o-okay than... *slips off shirt, lays back against Marshall* Mmmm, well um..."
"Wh... What, bro?"
"Heh, ugh... This feels nice..."
"... Yeah, it does..."
"...Mmmmmmm~"
"Aughhh!" I gasped, waking up, my head being whipped back against the bolted seat, hitting my head... I wanted to rub my eyes but I was trapped... It's typical at this point. I sighed, shaking the sleep out of my eyes... No matter what, I couldn't stop thinking about... Marshall Lee... The room was so hot now, and dark too. It was night time now. I sighed...
I'd love to go into a paragraph of what the room looks like, or what's going on, but sadly, there is NOTHING going on... I'm trapped... What do I do now? Nothing, there's nothing I can't do... I laid my head back, sighing. The sweat from my neck must have trailed down a lot to my shirt, because it was starting to get wet and tight against me... I sighed again, breathing out, tonight was hotter for some reason... I wanted to go back to sleep, and finish... My dream... But I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to... Wait, I do want to...
I leaned back as much as I could, spreading my legs, letting the natural action of my male genatalia take place. An erection, at the thoughts of Marshall Lee. I wasn't going to word it in anyway to PLEASE somebody who was reading, good lord no! Why would I?! That is what was going on though. I longed for Marshall, so much... The man I once was best of friends with, evidently, and now hate so much, but want so badly... To hold me in his arms, to carress me and cuddle me, I wanna feel all over his built sweaty, sweaty chest and-
Stop this Gumball, stop this. I let out another breath of air. I had to stop thinking of Marshall Lee like this... But, than again, nobody was here... Nobody would know that I... But, I would know... But was that so wrong?... Would I regret it...? No, I wouldn't... I won't... Yes, I long for Marshall Lee, I long for his love... I thought back to what that demon guy earlier said... And I closed my eyes.
I bent on my knees, hands on the floor, looking up at Marshall Lee towering over me. He looked down at me, smirking. It looked evil, but not PURE evil. Joking evil, but the smirk gave me comfort... A feeling of love, even.
"You're gonna be my pet, Gumball." Marshall giggled, tightening the leash around my neck. "I'm gonna take such good care of you, too." He whispered in my ear, tickling under my chin. I giggled at his touch.
"I'm your bitch, master. I belong to you, forever and ever..." I purred to him, reaching up to his pant line. I shivered at the realistic imagining of me and him. Distant in the background, I could hear...
'And It's Just, Like, Honey~
When Your Love, Comes, Over Me~
Oh Baby I've Got a Dependency~
Only Stronger For Another Taste Of Your Honey~'
A song of bliss. I couldn't find a thing wrong with what was going on right now. Sure, it was a form of submission to my dominant lover, but I was content, he was content, the surroundings were bright and happy, and I felt so nice... So, so... I can't even explain how I felt at his feet. I wanted to take off Marshall's pants, and blow him, for not even 'pennys on the dollar'.
Instead, a surprise to my own imagination, Marshall pushed me against the wall, firm, yet still kind and gentle. He went down, to lick down my chest, all the way to my waist. I could feel all of me, becoming wet.
'So Honey water washes over me,
And sugar once tasted so sweet~'
I loved the feeling... My hips started bucking, and with my eyes closed, I could feel everything down their wet. Probably because of Marshall, claiming his territory with his tounge... Territory he rightfully owned... I moaned at the feeling, and said aloud,
"Oh Marshy..." I moaned, my head all the way back, eyes closed, moaning and bucking, as suddenly the inner sides of my legs had gotten wet in my sweat pants... Oh dear god... What have I DONE?! NOOOO! I DID IT!... AND I REGRETED IIIIIT! Great. Now I was covered in sweat, and I came in my pants. Perfect. And what's worse? It was to a dream of Marshall Lee... With Mariah Candy playing in the background...
And it was so blissful...
That would be the perfect time to end a chapter, in my opinion, except, more happened... The Mansion shook... Again! Just like last time, but longer. I was less worried, because for some odd reason, I had somewhat expected it... Why was that? I don't understand... "...Ugh...?"
I had heard footsteps leading into room... They were from the stairs. Oh no... Just like last night, I thought... I got the feeling that demon guy was coming... I looked at the windows. Just like last night, except it was slightly lighter outside. Was it just me, had I gotten more used to the dark, perhaps? I looked forward, seeing him more clearly.
He was tall, taller than me if I were to stand. He had, as I brought up before, short spikey brown hair, four red eyes, a rather built looking chest, but still the guy was thin. He walked up to me, looking down at my pants. Glob, how embarassing.
"Goodness, what? You couldn't wait to see me again, so you started without me, huh?" He laughed conceitedly. He should not be flattering himself like that.
"I was cumming to the thought of Marshall Lee." I said blankly... I blinked twice. Did I just really confess that?! What was wrong with me?! Why would I have said that! Well, actually, I was quite proud of myself for having said it, to be honest. I looked up at him... Uh oh. He did NOT look happy to hear that. He narrowed his four eyes at me, and I shivered. He walked up, and gripped my chin. "Aghh!"
"It should only be ME you think of when you do that! Got it?!" He shouted, and I shook my chin out of his grasp. In return, he grasped my hair. At this, I turned toward him, angerily narrowing my eyes.
"Is there something you need?!" I snapped, growling at him. I wasn't putting up with this bullshit anymore. I deserved more than this. I haven't even been fed in two days, I don't even know why I'm HERE. So I wasn't going to keep my manners for these fools, not for a second.
"... Well, actually Prince... Is their something YOU need, perhaps?" He asked kindly, raising an eyebrow. I stared at him for a few seconds, before nodding at him, angry as can be.
"I would like something to drink, actually." For suddenly, my thirst had over thrown my hunger as of now. I feel as if it may have been the dream. He smiled contently, nodding. He giggled,
"Aah, so you're thirsty, huh? I've got something that'll quench you thirst." I was about to interject at his rude comment, but I was taken by surprise when he grasped the back of my head, bringing my face up to his pants'd crotch. Thank glob he wore pants, but regardless, his erect penis almost bled through his pants like a pen on thin paper. I gagged, but only silently. I didn't want to anger him, and he made that clear. "You can suckle on your masters DICK until I cum, and than you won't be thirsty, how's that sound?"
I simply swallowed the spit that had building in my mouth that I originally intended to spit in his face. I whimpered once, silently begging to be let go... Please, just let me go home.
"Aww, don't be upset my love... I'll talk good care of you, don't you worry... I've gotta do this for a reason, don't you know?" He giggled... He fucking giggled. Giggled. At my dismay? This man was a cruel evil bastard... I looked up, silently pleading...
"...Please, let me go... I'll give you whatever you want, please, just let me go, I have so much money, I'll never tell anybody..." I pleaded, letting one tear... Only one tear fall from my eye. I looked up... Only to see him smiling ear to ear at me.
"Ooh Gumball, of course you won't tell anybody... And also..." Then he grabbed the neck of my shirt, I winced. "... Why would I let you go, when you're exactly all I want..." He laughed, tearing off Marshalls shirt from my head! He held it in front of me, and carelessly threw it aside! I looked at it lying on the floor. Phew, it wasn't stretched or ripped. I looked back at my kidnapper, and closed my eyes. He felt up against my shirtless body, I winced at his touch, shutting my eyes.
"Open your damn eyes..." He demanded. I shivered, as I opened my eyes slowly at him. "I don't like you closing your eyes... I want you to know it's ME you should love..." What in the hell is he talking about? As far as I knew, he must've like the little slight skinny boy six pack I had going on, so he captured me... Ridiculous as it is, I grew to be, whatever term is the opposite of modest, enough to come to the obvious conclusion.
Pushing all thoughts aside, I looked up at him pleadingly, pushing back any urge to get smart with him. "... It's cold... May I please have my shirt back?" I said, blinking twice, my eyes watering. I just wanted to wear the one thing that made me actually feel safe.
"... I think my cute lil twink can go a bit longer shirtless... My men will be able to see how cute you are, and get jealous!" He, of course, laughed, his wretched laugh. He has reduced me to homosexual stereotype titles. If I were to ever like hearing that term, it wasn't from him... I hated it from him. I lowered my head, looking down at the floor, hopelessly.
"... Well, hmmm... Tonight didn't go as well as I wanted... Perhaps tomorrow night will be better, my love." Finally, he had walked away contently. He stepped down the stairs, out of my sight... Finally, thank god.
I looked around me, at myself. Shirtless, covered in sweat, seamen dried in my sweatpants, and my one comfort, my only security was Marshall Lees shirt... On the floor, several feet away from me... I looked down, crying again... I couldn't help but cry. I wanted out of here... I wanted out so badly. Fionna, Cake, Marshall Lee, anybody, please save me...
"... Marshy..." I silently sobbed, tears streaming from my eyes... I needed out of here.
A/N: Daaaaaaaammmmmn! This chapter was a bit hotter than the other two, lol! Well, there's more where that came from! Lol, three chapters within 24 hours. I'm proud of myself! RnR! PM me if you really like it, give me ideas, give me requests, whatever works!