to be with danger

you sick twisted fuck!

Tensing, type moved his head to either side to groan to whimper.
You son of a bitch! Why would you do this to me!
Mr. Tyme came about with a tray to then smirk deviously to then slowly look down.
"See what I placed in is too be working. Full force "
Type snapped his head to the side to look over Mr. Tyme to breathe heavily.
"What in the hell did you give me!? A Viagra?"
Mr. Tyme shook his head to then go to types dresser to place the tray of food to the top to eye over it.
"I placed in a aphrodisiac."
Type slowly turned his head to the other side to look over him.
"What the hell is wrong with you!"
Mr. Tyme took in a deep breathe to then turn slowly about to then bring up his hands to slowly un button his jacket.
Type rolled his eyes to scoff to then press his head to the pillow to then lift it up to groan, he was fighting against this and hard.
Mr. Tyme tilted his head to the side to then take off his jacket to let it fall to the side of himself to then place his hands to his buttoned white shirt to take one button over the other off to slowly go to stand to the front of the bed.
Type took in very deep breathes.
"Dammit! Why did you do this!?"
Getting all the way undressed, Mr. Tyme moved his head to either side to look about.
"Where might there be a pair of scissors?"
Type wrapped his hands about the chains to grip and hard.
"Fuck off!"
Mr. Tyme lightly chuckled to then start to go about.
"The fun thing about what I have given to you, you need to find release and soon, or pain will ensure."
Type slowly opened his eyes to turn his head to look over Mr. Tymes back .
"You really are a mother fucking monster! The pain I feel, the baby will also!"
"Here is another fun fact, what I gave to you will only affect you."
Type rolled his eyes.
"That's not possible."
"Well, I make the impossible, possible. Something of my own design, ah....."
Closing a drawer, Mr. Tyme turned to have the scissors before him to eye over type.
"Found them."
Type gritted his teeth to turn his head to look to Mr. Tyme once more.
"Why are you doing this?" He said slowly.
"Mm, for the next 3 and a half months, I am going to do whatever I want to you, before I place a fucking bullet in your head for what you have done!"
Types whole body shuttered to then throw his head back.
"Fuck!" He whimpered.
Mr. Tyme slowly went to type to then sit to the edge of the bed to then place his scissors blade inside the side of his boxers to start to cut to eye the action, cutting the side, he then looked up a bit to raise an eye brow, types cock was harder then a rock and throbbing. Mr. Tyme then laid two fingers to his mouth to gather some saliva to then place them too types head.
Types eyes popped open to then peer them down.
"Stop it!"
Mr. Tyme laughed and hard.
"Are you sure of that? Your pre cum is saturating my fingers."
Type scoffed.
"Fucking asshole! Do you really think I want this! Had to give me something to even react!"
Mr. Tyme flexed his jaw to then turn his head to look to type.
"Really now."
Type darted his eyes over him.
"Why in the hell do you think I would ever react to a rapist, murdering, piece of shit like you!?"
Mr. Tyme narrowed his eyes to then wrap his hand about types cock to squeeze, type turned his head with the pain, Mr. Tyme then widened his eyes. A movement to types stomach made mr. Tyme look to it to make a hard face has he saw it moved.
He then took a hand to his stomach to feel the baby move.
Type gritted his teeth to speak through them.
"Don't....... Don't touch me!"
Mr. Tyme rolled his eyes, he then took his hands away to then go about to take types shredded boxers to place them too the side to then bend his legs has far has he could, given the chains about his ankles to go to his stomach to eye over types length.
"Is it my imagination, or have you've grow a bit?"
Type whimpered to look down.
"Don't!"
Mr. Tyme laughed to mine his head closer to start to lick his length.
Types eyes rolled in the back of his head, it had been so long for this type of thing to occur, also it didn't help with his hormones being at there height and this thing he was too be on.
Mr. Tyme looked up to raise an eye brow, he then moved his head away a bit to then place his fingers to his head to move about.
"Dont now?"
Type took in deep breathes to then move up a bit to give Mr. Tyme a hard look.
"Why are you doing this to me!?"
Mr. Tyme narrowed his eyes, to then get up to go towards type to then pull him down to then hit his cock to his hole, type shivered a bit.
"Everything that is too happen to you, is all your fault type!"
Type darted his eyes to then gulp, mr. Tyme looked to type with a serious expression to then peer his eyes down to then start to go in, type started to breathe heavily.
"Mr. Tyme....."
Mr. Tyme shook his head.
"This is happening type."
Type took in long breathes.
"Tharn!"
Tharn stopped to slowly look up.
"You have no right to call me by my first name you...."
Type gulped.
"Has the person who is going to have your baby, I have the right to tell you to..... Stop! Please..... Please stop rapping me and making me feel pain!"
Tharns lips parted to then slowly look down to grit his teeth.
Type gulped to then lift his head back to whimper in pain.
Tharn then looked to him.
"This has to happen now."
Type couldn't help but moan in pleasure has tharn rammed himself in to then turn his head to furrow his brow has he felt disgusted with himself.