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captainlondonman · 10 months

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HiViz Neighbour

Alec opened his door to leave for work just as his new neighbour opened his.

‘Hi mate so you’re my new neighbor, good to meet you, I’m Fred. You’re obviously an office guy from the way you are dressed.’

Alec looked a bit shocked as his new neighbor was in full Hiviz, from his rigger boots , his yellow trousers, yellow T shirt and jacket. The guy was about 40 and clearly liked a few beers judging from his beer gut, a big guy with shaved head and thick neck.

‘Yeah,’ Alec replied, ‘What about you?’ taking in the full picture. There was something about the guy, not exactly good looking but his big frame in the Hi Viz had something that Alec liked so much that as he stood in front of his neighbour he could feel his cock thickening

‘Yeh I work on the roads and down the drains. Doesn’t sound a great job but I love it and we are always looking for new guys to join us. What about you?’ he said with a smile

‘I don’t think so’, Alec blushed

‘If you put on the HiViz you’d feel a different person and then who knows? When you wear Hiviz you hardly ever wear anything else. So think what I’ve said’

‘I will’ Alec mumbled, ‘but I’ve got to get off to work.’

‘Hope to see you soon mate, I’m usually back by 7pm.’

As Alec walked down the passage in the apartment block he saw his new neighbor putting up a couple of coat hooks outside his apartment

‘Not meant to be allowed’ Alec said to himself ‘but I don’t fancy getting on the wrong side of him.’ He put his hand to his crotch pushing it back a bit so the outline of his semi hardon was not visible.

When Alec got home hanging on the two hooks was HiViz gear and under a pair of high mud caked rubber boots.

‘Odd’ he thought as Fred said he’s not usually back until 7.’ Sure enough Alec peeped through his spyhole and saw Fred arrive back in other gear to what was hanging there. As he looked at Fred’s rear view in his tight HiViz so he let his hand go down to his crotch and rub himself.

Next day the same clothes were hanging outside. Alec looked at his watch and thought if Fred is not back for an hour maybe I could borrow. Looking around the passage of the block and seeing no one he quickly lifted the Hi Viz and boots and rushed inside.

Knowing he only had limited time he quickly stripped off and already his cock was hard at the thought of putting on someone else’s Hi Viz clothes. He knew it would probably look ridiculous as Fred was so much bigger. First the thick yellowish socks but before he lifted them up to his nose and though they had been hanging on a hook he could smell cheesy feet. They had been on someone’s feet for days and the more he smelt the more he rubbed his nose into them finally ramming them into his mouth like a gag the smell beginning to almost overpower him making his cock almost vertical with excitement. Once the socks were on he noticed that they actually fitted him and yet looking at Fred’s boots they were at least 2-3 sizes bigger than his own feet. Not noticing this so much he wanted to get the hi viz trousers on which there was a thick belt at the top. As he slowly brought them up his leg so he could feel his dick rub against the yellow nylon, hoping that Fred’s cock had also rubbed against it perhaps letting out some pee drips or even better the left overs of some cum. Thinking they would be too long and too wide for him he was surprised when he discovered they fitted perfectly and in anything seemed slightly tight around his waist. Before buckling the belt he slid the yellow stained singlet vest over his head. He could see it was very stained under the armpits from sweat and had a couple of holes in the front one looking at where his nipple might be. As he tucked in the vest it was tight against his body and he felt as if his waist has expanded not just a little but a lot. His heart was beating so much from putting on the clothes and his cock starting to ooze precum from rubbing against the nylon and he did not bother to look down his body as his put on the high rubber boots which came up over his Hi viz trousers. He felt amazing, was shaking with lust in his borrowed clothing, dirty clothing which he would never be able to try on had it not been for his new neighbour.

He went to stand in front of the mirror and looked at himself expecting to see him in clothing too big but still making him feel so sexed up. He stood back in shock. It was not his reflection, it was someone totally different staring back at him with a face also stunned but it was a workie he was looking at in the mirror. He guy in the mirror was 6’ 2’’ with wide muscled shoulders and long arms covered in tattoos ending in thick working mens’ hands. He had shaved sides to his head and yet a mass on thick black curls on top, he was unshaven and clearly with a heavy 2 day growth. As for his body it was covered in thick black hair erupting out the side of his vest and well up into his neck and down his tattooed arms. His stomach was thick the result of too many beers and slightly hung over the tightened belt. He was a bear of a man. As Alec looked down he could see a thick long cock tenting out in the Hi viz trousers. This was not him but someone totally different he was staring at. In some ways he was staring at a man he would love to be but he was terrified and in a panic quickly stripped off the clothes away from the mirror.

Having taken everything off he meekly went back to the mirror and there was his own reflection. He breathed a sigh of relief but then looked a bit more closely. He wasn’t exactly the same. His fair hair looked a bit darker and yes there was a bit of curl in what was usually straight hair. He looked slightly taller and his arms had a very slight blue haze to them. Was he looking a bit fatter around the waist? Even as he looked at his dick he thought there was a difference, the colour of the shaft seemed darker and where he had been circumsized there looked like the beginning of a foreskin.

Alec had to get the clothes back on to that hook as it was approaching the time Fred returned. He just managed to hang them and get in doors when he heard Fred walking up the passage and putting his key in the door. Alec could think of nothing else all evening and when he went to bed he started to remember in his mind the guy he saw in the mirror and immediately he had an erection. The more he thought of this workie the more his hand moved down to caress his shaft, working harder and harder as the image strengthened until he came in spurts of white cum up and over his chest.

Next morning Alec looked again in the mirror and could see there were still changes to his body. He had to wear a long sleeve shirt that was loose fitting to cover the bluish marks on his arms as well as the fact that he now seemed to have a bit of a beer belly. The trousers were stretched but at least fitted. His hair was darker and wavy which he tried to straighten out without success. He had a heavier growth on his face and had to have a much closer shave than normal plus he wore a tie as there was chest hair starting to sprout up his neck.

As he opened the door to leave so Fred opened his and took in the clothes that had been hanging outside.

‘Hi mate, off to work?’

‘Yes and you?’

‘Sure, as you can see from all my hiviz I’ve on. Probably down a few drains today As I said there are always jobs if you fancy? Your hair looks a bit different Alec, darker I would say and I don’t remember the curl.’

Alec blushed and said ‘No this is the normal, you must be mistaken. See you around, as he rushed outside to escape any more questions.’

When he got back at the end of the day there was nothing hanging outside and the following morning he made sure he heard Fred leave before going out. On his return the same clothes were hanging outside Fred’s apartment. Alec was at once terrified of trying them on again and what had happened but another part of him was getting so horny at the idea of seeing what would happen and perhaps this time he might leave them on a little longer. The temptation was too much and he quickly took the clothes off the pegs and lifted the rubber boots taking them inside and straight to his bedroom.

As he took off his trousers and underwear so his cock bounced up with excitement. He put everything on exactly as before and then stood in front of the mirror already knowing that his stomach had pushed outwards and his height had changed.

The same hard guy workie stared back at him in the mirror. He looked tough and so masculine and hairy. Alec could see the hair rising fully up his chest to his neck and sprouting great tufts on his shoulders and down his back. He looked a bear of a man. The rip on his vest exposed a large dark nipple, the outline of the vest showed a good sized pair of tits, almost man boobs and a thick belly. Alec felt a cock longer than his own inching inside his HiViz trousers straining to get out. Looking at his image his thick hairy hand with dirt ingrained in the nails slid down over his cock and rubbed, the feeling of nylon arousing him even more. Alec put his other hand up to the rip in the vest and tweaked the exposed nipple rubbing it gently over the teet making him shiver with excitement and then with two big fingers tweaking the nipple, all the while his other hand rubbing his cock. He could wait no longer and unzipped his flies and pulled out a long heavy piece of meat fully erect, the skin was dark with a thick vein on the underside and he could see the foreskin sliding back to expose a huge head which glistened with precum. Letting his cock stick out he forced his hand further in to grab his balls, heavy with spunk and bring them out so he could see all. Christ it must be a full 9”. What a cock!

With his tattooed right arm he started stroking his cock pulling the foreskin up and over the head to increase the sexual feeling. Was this Alec he was looking at, was it a dream. All Alec knew was that when he looked down at his cock it was the same one that was wanking in the mirror

‘Jesus what a fucking workie I am looking at. This is how I would love to be.’ He needed to cum and to see how much spunk this person had so his hand worked furiously up and down the shaft as he spread his legs wide. He was so ready to cum and looking at the mirror and shouted

‘I’m cumin let’s see how much spunk you have mate’

And with that great spurts of spunk shot out of this big dark cock spreading out over the mirror, white glue like running down and still droplets on his hI Viz trousers. He arched back reeling at the strength of his orgasm.

Suddenly he realized that Fred would be back soon at his normal time and quickly took of the gear making sure he removed the cum marks. Putting on a dressing gown he shot out into the passage and carefully rehung the clothes and stacked the boots the way he had seen them earlier. He came back in to clean the mirror and looked at himself expecting to see the usual Alec but this time there were more changes. He had grown even more and now showed a beer belly that was covered in thick curling black hair. His legs looked thicker and more hairy with bulging thighs and his hair was definitely curly and even darker. But two thing he noticed more. His cock was bigger and now had a definite foreskin but those blue marks on his arms were morphing in to what looked more like tattoos, not fully formed but they were definitely there.

‘Christ what is happening and all this for one almighty orgasm? What am I going to do, I have to get back to the way I was. No way can I go in to work tomorrow.’ Next morning he still looked the same so phoned in sick. Alec did not know what to think he was now not the same person. Gone was the slightly geeky guy with fair straight hair and looking again and again in the mirror was someone who looked between himself and the hunky bear of a workie. The hair of his chest was now thick but not as dark at the ‘other guy’ he was not quite as tall or as wide and his hair was now definitely curly but not cut short at the sides. What he did keep looking at was the heavy pair of balls he now had and the longer thicker and darker cock with its full foreskin. He had to wear a tracksuit to allow for the widening waist and beer belly. When he heard Fred leave he looked out and saw the gear was still hanging there. He wanted to forget it but every half hour he kept looking and every time he became more tempted and every time his cock grew bigger. He knew that when he was in the gear he loved the image in the mirror. He was a man he had in his dreams wanted to be but it was no dream it was reality. Eventually the temptation was too much and he crept into the corridor and brought it into his apartment. Now there was no second thoughts. He quickly stripped off and put on the dirty ripped vest, the tight Hiviz trousers with thick belt and the high rubber boots. He felt himself expand into the man in the mirror and his cock was again fully erect and so hard. Before he could stand in front of the mirror to see that horny image the doorbell rang.

‘Shit what can I do, I can’t open the door like this not just because of what I look like but my large prick is tenting.’ The doorbell went again but Alec could not reply.

Suddenly he heard Fred’s voice

I know you are in there Alec and I know you are wearing the clothes I left outside. Christ mate I’m a workie just like the way you are looking. Open up and let me see you.

Alec decided he had to get his clothes off but as he tried it was as though they were stuck to his body and he could do nothing

‘Don’t try taking them off Alec, you won’t be able so just open up, one workie to another.’

Alec opened the door and Fred stepped in

‘Fucking Hell man you look bloody amazing. I didn’t expect this.’

‘What do you mean’ Alec replied

‘The moment I saw you I knew you were into workie HiViz gear and yup I saw that cock of your inching down your chinos as you saw me. So I put out the gear I knew you would really like to wear but I did not know what the result would be. You decided that. The clothes allowed you to be the man of your dreams and what you would really like to be. The more you wore them the more your dream would be real and now it is, this is the real Alec, workie Alec who loves and lives for HiViz. And fucking hell look at that cock of yours, it’s clear you love being the new man and Jesus you look amazing so much that just look at my crotch’ Fred said as he let his down to rub his tenting crotch. ‘Seeing you like this makes me so fucking horny. But we are not quite there mate. I’m looking at a real manly bear of a workie but its still your preppy voice and mind which need to change. That’s what I’m here for.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Well lets start with the fact that you’re looking bloody horny with that stiff dick of yours, I’m as randy as hell looking at the new you and you want to be a rough hairy workie. I’ve a cock here that needs your mouth around it and the way you are looking at my crotch I know you cannot wait to get it down the back of your throat.’

Fred rubbed his crotch hard up and down the full length of his shaft his cock head rubbing against the HiViz nylon. Standing with his legs apart he unzipped and let his cock flip out.

‘Christ that’s some prick you’ve got there’

‘Just like yours Alec and you’re soon to feel the full length of it but first get down on your knees and let me see you open your mouth wide.’

Alec was drooling at the size of Fred’s prick sticking out from the HiViz trousers. He wanted to feel his mouth against the HiViz nylon and the only way was to devour the full length of Fred’s shaft. Kneeling down he took his new thick hands around the shaft and started to use his tongue to lick around the pink glowing head that was already showing precum and Alec let the taste linger in his mouth before opening his mouth wider to take the full head. As Alec the workie he had no problem with his mouth

‘Shit man you could take a bloody log down that throat of yours. Go on let it slide all the way, let me feel your heavy growth rubbing against by Hiviz and balls.’ Fred had Alec by the shoulders pushing him in towards his shaft, groaning as he could feel his cock vanishing down the back of his throat, his cock covered in Alec’s spit.

Alec had never sucked a dick like this before but as his different self it was exactly what he most wanted. He could smell Fred’s cock and mixture of his spit, his piss and even hardened cum. The more he smelt the more he moved his mouth up and down.

‘Christ we need to stop there Alec and now it’s time to finish what you want. Stand up.’

As Alec stood up so his cock was tenting big time in his HiViz and a large precum stain was showing on his trousers

‘Come over here and stand in front of me Alec.’

Standing in front of Fred, he had his belt unbuckled and Fred pulled down his HiViz over his arse.

‘Fucking hell Alec what a fucking hairy arse you’ve got. I thought your bod was hairy but you have a fucking forest I need to get my cock past and into that crack of yours.’

Fred took hold of Alec’s cheeks and spread them apart to allow his cock to penetrate the hair and find the hole.

‘This should be easy for you with all the spit you’ve put on my dick. Christ feeling all your arse hair against by dick is so fucking horny.’

Fred found the hole and started pushing his dick in, Alec flinching for a second but his hole was so ready for a fuck and the large arse could take whatever was coming his way.

Fred putting his arms around Alec’s waist moved him back into his shaft until he could feel his dick right up to the hilt. Feeling his pubes against Alec’s hairy arse was amazing.

‘That arse of yours can take a lot more than just my dick.’

Once he felt he was fully in and could feel Alec breathing hard, Fred moved his hands up over Alec’s belly and further up until they came to his extended nipples.

‘God what erect big nips you have,’ he said squeezing them letting his hands tweak and then rub and then pinch. Alec arched his back into Fred with total pleasure whilst Fred started to work his cock in and out, at first slowly savouring every thrust and then starting to get faster.

I’m getting ready to cum Alec and when you feel me spurting inside you then at least you will be the real man you want to be , no going back, this is you.’

By now Alec could not care feeling Fred’s cock all the way up him, having his nipples worked hard and looking like a workie. Christ it didn’t get better, its exactly what he wanted and to hell with any consequences.

‘Cum when you want, I’m ready Fred. Make me a workie.’

Fred said’ Start rubbing your cock inside your Hi Viz. I want you to come and let all the cum drop down and stick to you.’

Alec took his hand and started rubbing the shaft over the yellow nylon

‘Christ what a way to wank, feeling the nylon over my shaft’

Fred’s head inside Alec’s arse was ready to explode and hearing Alec shoot was all he needed.

‘It’s now mate, I’m cumming, take every spurt of my spunk and say goodbye to the old boring Alec.’

‘That’s it, fuck me let me be the workie’

With one final shove of his cock into Alec’s arse Fred exploded all the cum that was pent up in his balls and Alec’s cock discharged all his spunk inside his HiViz some oozing through the nylon and most running down inside.

As Alec felt the cum rush up inside his arse so he felt a rush of blood up inside him and swirling around in his head.

‘What the fuck is happening,’ he said in a totally different voice. ‘Shit I’m speaking like a south London workie with a bloody deep voice. I can’t stop saying Fuck and it feels so fucking good’

‘It’s not just the voice Alec another couple of seconds and you are the workie, that’s your life now.’

‘Too fucking right ,Fred, that’s what I am and what else would I fucking wanna be. Us men as best as workies, real men and men who know the best fuck you can get is with another workie.

‘Well done Alec, join the club you’re one of us now. These clothes were never mine outside in the corridor, they were always yours, the clothes you wanted to really wear and I just allowed you to become the real workie Alec.’

‘Tell you what Fred I can already feel my fucking cum hardening on the nylon, fucking great man. Tell you what we’re both doing the same job and what’s the point of having two apartments. You might as well move all your gear into mine but remember I only accept Hi Viz and we sleep in Hi Viz OK?’

‘If that’s what you want Alec,’

‘Sure is mate and besides after that fuck, for me it’s just the beginning, so tonight I’ll have my cock up that arse of yours.’

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breakfastteatime · 8 months

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Today's request is 'Nightmare' for @blueflowertea

Someone trips the derelict Venator’s alarms, and Cal’s no longer on a half-scrapped ship on Bracca. He’s on the Brave, running for his life. The clones are coming. They’re coming, faster, faster, and Master Tapal is there, he’s fighting, but he can’t hold them back and –

“Whoa there, where d’you think you’re going?”

Prauf’s voice is so out of place, Cal can’t begin to answer. He’s on the Brave –

He’s on Bracca –

He’s… he’s…

The clones. The clones are coming and Prauf is here, so it’s Prauf who’s going to die, shot to death trying to defend a useless –

“Cal!”

He is bodily shaken, head whipping back and forth. Cal snaps upright, looking at Prauf who stares back with blatant concern. Cal blinks hard, sweat stinging his eyes. He’s not where he just was, he’s not… but he is on a ship… the alarm… the clones…

“We have to go,” Cal says. “We have to get out!”

“Nah, don’t worry. It’s just…” Prauf tuts and looks over his shoulder. “Someone turn that damn siren off!”

Seconds later the siren chokes off. The sound of work resumes, but Cal’s still looking for the exit, body poised to fight, to run, to –

“Hey.”

Prauf’s voice is low and gentle. Cal looks at him, trying not to lose himself in Prauf’s concern. “I’m okay,” he says. He clears his throat to crush the tears, takes a deep breath. “I’m fine.”

“Those alarms are the worst, huh?” Prauf says with an awkward chuckle.

“Yeah,” Cal says with an equally awkward laugh. “The worst.”

The rest of the twelve-hour shift passes harmlessly enough, although Cal can’t get warm despite not being in the rain for once. When his day ends, he lugs himself off the ship and plods the lengthy journey back to the station. He nods along as Prauf chats, his friend’s words a woolly nonsense of noise. Cal’s eyes dart across the crowd. He won’t be safe until he’s home with the door locked.

At the station, they step aboard the train. It’s a quieter carriage, and the faces Cal sees are all familiar ones from his crew. He drops into a seat, slumping. The panic is finally fading. He’s safe. He just needs to get home. Get some sleep. Settle himself as best he can.

How he wishes he could meditate and not –

“Wanna stop off at the Broken Spanner?” Prauf asks. “It’s Taco Taungsday.”

Normally Cal would go. Tacos are about the only thing that have any taste on Bracca. But he can’t. Not today. It’ll be too busy. He won’t be able to keep watch. “Not today. Next week.”

“Yeah, okay, sure thing.”

Cal slumps. The motion of the train, the familiar hum of chatter and propaganda flickering from the busted screens lulls him. He is so tired. So –

The door at the far end of the carriage opens. The clones storm in, weapons firing, riggers flailing and falling and –

“There he is.” A trooper stops ahead of Cal. He knows that armor, knows that voice, sees the end of the blaster and knows his end is coming. “Thought you could get away, huh?” The barrel of the blaster presses against Cal’s forehead. “Traitor.”

Cal jolts back, head cracking against the train wall. He’s gasping for breath. Everyone’s alive. There are no clones. Dream. Just a –

“Nightmare?” Prauf asks.

Cal sits straighter, sharply awake. He runs a hand over his hair and lets out a shaky breath. “Yeah. I’m okay.”

The train pulls into their stop before Prauf can say anything, and Cal’s up, calling a quick goodbye over his shoulder before throwing himself into the crowds heading home. He moves through the district, hood pulled over his head to protect him from the driving rain. He reaches his building, risks the ‘lift to his floor, and slides into his apartment, more grateful than he’s ever been to close the door and lock it. He takes off his poncho and hangs it up to dry, grabs his towel and dries off his hair. He kicks off his boots and leaves them out to dry by the small air vent. He switches out of his sodden work clothes into a dry set. The wet set he drapes over his tiny table.

He knows he should get something to eat, and his stomach growls at the thought of tacos, but he’s so tired, down to the very bones of himself, that all he wants is his bed. He doesn’t have the energy to cook, to –

There’s a knock at the door. “Hey, Cal, it’s me.”

Confused, Cal opens the door and finds Prauf on the other side.

Prauf holds up a takeout bag. “You looked like someone in need of tacos.”

“Prauf, you didn’t have to.” Somehow, Cal smiles instead of breaking down into sobs. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, kid.” He slides in, ducking down to fit. “Grab the plates and let’s eat.” Closing the door, Cal does as he’s told, and for the first time since the alarm went off, he finally feels secure.

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stagefoot · 11 months

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what sort of tools/gear do you bring on calls.

Thanks for asking! 😊

As someone who primarily does lighting, the most important thing for me is my wrench (6 inches. Anything more than that is overkill 😉 and will get in your way).

My wrench hangs from a locking carabiner, which I clip to my belt loop. (I had a non-locking one for a while, and the first time it opened and my wrench fell I went to a fortunately nearby store and got a mountain climbing one 😅)

Also on the carabiner is a piece of tie line that loops around my wrist as a safety, and a widget (which I don’t honestly use all that often, but it’s really handy when you do need it! I also can’t find a link to one right now, but if you’re not sure what I mean, just let me know!)

I also clip a roll of electrical tape (very useful!) to the carabiner when I’m not using it.

Everyone’s wrench setup is a little different, but this works for me. It took me a while to figure out what I wanted, so feel free to play around a little until you find a good configuration!

Beyond that, general safety things like gloves and steel toed boots.

One of the best pieces of advice I’ve ever been given is to bring a change of socks. If I know I’m working eight hours or more, I try to throw an extra pair in my bag (if I remember) and I change them halfway through the day. It makes such a huge difference!

It’s always good to have a water bottle if you don’t have access to another source of water.

Another thing I don’t use often but is incredibly useful when I need it is a multi tool. Again, there are so many out there (I got mine as a gift, so I didn’t shop around) that you can find one with the features you want/find most useful. I mostly need a blade, pliers, and screwdrivers.

Beyond that, I always have a bottle with ibuprofen, gravol, antacids, and diarrhea pills (but that’s more just general preparedness than for calls specifically)

I also have a mini first aid kit (right now it just has bandaids, but even having those close at hand is very helpful).

I don’t need them often in my specific line of work, but I always have earplugs on me, and I recommend that everyone does! Our work can get very noisy and hearing damage is unfortunately pretty common.

I personally like my belt pouch, which is similar to this one and is exactly the right size for gobos to go home with you. (I also use it to collect tie line and little bits of tape)

I always have a phone charger (cable, block, and a power bank, just in case). I also have a Lightning to headphone jack adapter so I can use my phone to check audio playback (thanks, Apple 😐)

Another thing I ‘bring’ is @neil-gaiman’s advice:

“You get work however you get work, but people keep working in a freelance world (and more and more of todays world is freelance), because their work is good, because they are easy to get along with and because they deliver the work on time. And you don’t even need all three! Two out of three is fine. People will tolerate how unpleasant you are if your work is good and you deliver it on time. People will forgive the lateness of your work if it is good and they like you. And you don’t have to be as good as everyone else if you’re on time and it’s always a pleasure to hear from you.”

In my experience, this is true. On pretty much any given day I can at least manage two of those!

Ok. I think that’s everything!

Of course a rigger’s kit (for example) is going to look very different than mine, but for a general call these are all good, common things to have.

Thanks again for asking, I hope this answer helps! Feel free to ask if you’d like to know anything else 😊

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frenchbound · 1 year

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Air Max vs. combat boots (rigger: @lenversdudecor83)

9th October 2022

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❥ Into: Impact, masochism, choking, breathplay,hair pulling light exhibitionist, Cnc, Corruption, Power Dynamics, bimbo/bimbofication/Dollification, Hypnokink, Monsters (ugh werewolves especially) Pet-play, light age play, Bondage, overstim, edging, denial, breeding, cages, knife play, masks, kidnapping, light bladder control, humiliation, degradation and praise, leather and boots, uniforms, thigh-highs, hands, voices, growling, primal, Domestication, somnophilia, oral fixation, cock-warming, demons {wow none of this is in order} ❥ Not Into: piss/scat, ema, blood, food, man-ass, feet, race-play, incest, fauxcest,

❥ Pet names: I love: pet, kitten, kitten, puppy, pup, baby baby/girl, angel, sweetheart, darling, princess, vixen, mutt, slut, doll, brat. Mostly everything tbh!

Come into my DMs with any of the above and ill be a puddle on the floor!

Send me asks, DMs, fantasies, gifs, and just pay attention to meeeeee <(>△<)>

⋆ ★ Results from bdsmtest.org ★ ⋆

100% Masochist

100% Non-monogamist

100% Primal (Prey)

100% Rope bunny

100% Submissive

100% Pet

97% Brat

96% Slave

95% Degradee

88% Boy/Girl

69% Experimentalist

63% Exhibitionist

57% Ageplayer

57% Voyeur

18% Vanilla

13% Primal (Hunter)

12% Sadist

0% Daddy/Mommy

0% Rigger

0% Brat tamer

0% Degrader

0% Dominant

0% Master/Mistress

0% Owner

0% Switch

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Clean Up On Murder Aisle || Nora & Jerry

TIMING : Late June / Prior to the events down in the mines. LOCATION: 'Whitlock's Wares', Downtown Wicked's Rest PARTIES: @honeysmokedham & @park-ranger-is-my-comfort-animal

SUMMARY: Jerry goes to Whitlock's Wares to get some axes sharpened. Nora goes to the same store to steal things. The two bugbears face off and blood is spilled!

CONTENT WARNINGS: Knife play, Injury, Physical violence, Blood, Mentions of parental death, Mentions of parental abuse,

The flat, but comfortingly familiar tone of the dented bell above the door of Whitlock’s Wares clanked as Jerry entered the store, a large canvas holdall at his side. Unlike his usual attire of Park Ranger uniform and padded jacket, Jerry was dressed in a pair of dirty, well worn jeans, red plaid shirt and rigger boots. Covered in sawdust and wood shavings, he resembled a lumberjack who’d just come in from the deep woods.

Simon Whitlock gave Jerry a broad grin as he approached the front desk and dumped the holdall between them, the contents clanking metallically.

“How’s the cabin coming along, Jerry?,” the proprietor asked, opening the canvas bag and taking a look inside. “You need these sharpening?”

“Well, it’s coming,” Jerry said, nodding as Simon took a large axe from the holdall. “Hoping to have it weather-tight before winter. You got them SPAX log screws I ordered?”

“Should be here Thursday,” Simon replied, checking the rest of the tools in Jerry’s bag.

“25% off if they ain’t.”

“You don’t have to remind me, it’s been the rule here since the dawn of time!,” Simon laughed, lifting the holdall off the desk. “I can sharpen these now, if you’ve got time to wait?”

“Sure. I can’t get on until they’re done anyhow,” he agreed, grabbing a fistful of candy from a bowl on the desk.

“Those’re 10 cents each,” Simon called from the back of the store, still laughing.

“I know the rule!,” Jerry countered, turning away as the bell clanked again. He couldn’t see who’d just walked in, there were too many shelves and stacked paint pots in the way, but they brought a strange feeling with them, whoever they were. Something familiar, but elusive… like someone Jerry had met before and whose name was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t quite remember it.

Moving further into the store as the grinder fired up behind him, Jerry lifted his head and inhaled, searching for a scent to track.

Nora needed tools for an important project. That project was vandalism. So far, her weekly terror of the local college campus was going well, but not great. It could be better. Bigger. More organised. Nora needed to make a show piece. Something that would really get people talking, start a buzz, make them nervous. Unfortunately, Nora was lacking in, well, everything. That came with having walked for the better part of two years. Everything she wanted she needed to be carried, and carrying things got tiring.

Normally, Nora preferred not to steal from mom-and-pop businesses. Big corporations could digest the cost of their loss easier, but Wicked’s Rest was a small town with small stores. Which meant today, she was committing the cardinal sin of stealing from a small business. Maybe she could steal some money from someone with enough to cover the cost at a later date. Her extracurricular activities couldn’t wait for monetary acquisition.

The bell let out a soft ding and Nora slipped into the store. The first thing, upon arrival, was the notice of a scent. Animistic. Weird. Nora thought nothing of it. She’d already met a few shape shifters in this town, and other sorts of monsters. Everyone was rocking their own weird vibe here. Who was she to judge? Nora noted two men talking at the front of the store and wound her way around the back.

Nora perused the shelves, hands shoved in her pocket as she went through the mental list of items she need. Hammer. Nails. Paint. Duct tape. Probably needed extra duct tape. They were always running out in the office. God, what was she doing thinking of work during her free hours? Was she becoming a workaholic. Disgusting. Nora slipped a hammer in her pocket. Nora flitted down a different aisle, catching sight of the man who had been talking at the counter. Nora stared him down, deadpan, revealing nothing. It wasn’t hard to stare people down like that, Nora wore her emotionless mask at all times. Today was especially easy cause the only thing she was thinking about was wanting him to leave the aisle so she could continue stealing.

Jerry stopped at the top of the aisle, opposite the diminutive figure who appeared to be glaring at him. The shelves between them were stacked with spools of ropes, chains and plastic hoses of various kinds, alongside a veritable rainbow of duct tape in many different colors and a variety of dust sheets, oil cloths and tarpaulins.

Simon would sometimes joke about it being the store’s ‘Murder Aisle’, which seemed oddly fitting right now with this young woman staring at him with her large dark eyes, as though she were willing him to drop dead on the spot.

That oddly familiar scent which had drawn Jerry to this area of the store was strongest here, as if emanating from somewhere down this aisle. Maybe when the girl moved away, Jerry could take a better look and figure out what - or who - was making it.

But she didn’t move. She just stood there, staring at him with that blank, almost disdainful expression on her face. It was like the girl was trying to stare him down, like an animal in the wild might, waiting for the other to acknowledge their dominance and back down.

The Park Ranger returned the stare, his face settling into its own expression of passive aggressive irritation. In his time, Jerry had stared down moose and sianach, wolves and phobids, and he was not about to let one little child think she could intimidate him.

The light hanging over the aisle swung softly, the light flickering every now and then. Not enough to be annoying, but enough to set a mysterious scene in the hardware store. The aisle around them held an assortment of tools, all of which could be used in a fight against the man standing at the other end. Nora was used to her stare being unsettling, a predator staring at prey. The instinctual fear of humans to move away, their skin warning them with goosebumps. This man, taller than most, gruffer than others, didn’t play by those rules. Oh, he wanted to play. Nora could play.

Magic tickled at Nora’s fingertips, that access to the illusionary magic tucked deep inside of her longed to come out to play. What kind of monster would make this man pee himself? His lack of leaving the aisle during Nora’s initial stare down made her think he might be a figher, not a flighter. Those always went for the illusions, which meant Nora had to be on top of them to make sure contact wasn’t made. If there was a trick to tangible illusions, she hadn’t mastered it.

Something about the man made her think he was the outdoor type. He had the scent of pine trees lingering on him, as well as something… What was that? Nora knew that smell. It was at the tip of her tongue, like something she’d smelled before often but why couldn’t she put a name to it in the moment? The mystery frustrated Nora. She didn’t like the secrets this town held. She especially didn’t like that she was supposed to uphold the secrets. Even now she could hear her mentor’s voice reminding her that this could be a ranger, and she needed to be careful with what she did.

Nora had never been good at careful.

The light flickered again; an idea formed. She waited. Staring. As the light flickered once more, Nora twisted an illusion across her features. Turning her eyes black, and her smile into something twisted and demonic. It lasted for the beat of the flicker then it faded into nothingness. Returning to her blank, expressionless mask, a challenge once more in her eyes. Would he leave now?

Jerry raised a single eyebrow in surprise as the horrific change flickered across the girl’s face. It wasn’t that her altered appearance had shocked or scared him - Jerry had been able to see through fae glamours for most of his life and was well versed at meeting the beautiful & horrific equally with an expression of neutral disinterest - but the fact that he hadn’t noticed it before that moment disturbed him.

Was this something new? Some kind of creature that only looked like lost children to draw people in? Maybe some variation on the anglerfish that used a child-shaped lure? It clearly wasn’t one of the fae, but there had been so many other things in this town that could pass for human. Things that would crawl from the forest, swim out of the lakes and rivers, or climb up from the deepest shafts of the old mine to disturb the peace.

…or maybe she really was just a little girl and he was overreacting to nothing more than a trick of the light.

In Jerry’s opinion, he wasn’t great at interacting with human children. It wasn’t that he actively disliked them, but he just didn’t have the same kind of shared life experience that made it easier for humans to relate and connect with the young of their own species. The formative years of Jerry’s cubhood had been spent living in an extended sloth with other bugbears, not that it had been the happy time in his life that most would expect. Those first six years were filled with memories of being either rejected or abused by his father in equal measure, not to mention the near constant mocking and bullying he’d experienced from the greater community who’d learned his father’s example. Only his maternal Grandsow had shown him any kind of affection, and even then it was with a deep sadness in her eyes for the loss of her daughter to Jerry’s birth.

Ultimately, it was his adoptive human parents who had worked hardest to show Jerry a different world than the one he’d tried to run from that snow-covered night.

Slowly and deliberately, without breaking eye contact with the girl, Jerry lowered himself down until he knelt on the aisle floor, as if he were being approached by a nervous and potentially dangerous animal.

“You lost, kid?,” Jerry asked in a low, calm voice when he was closer to her level. “It’s okay. I ain’ gonna hurt ya none,” he continued, holding out a single piece of foil wrapped candy towards the girl on the open palm of his rough, paw-like hand. “Your parents know you’re here?”

— There was no fear. Surprise had marched across his face, come, and gone in a moment, but no fear. Annoyance flickered across Nora for a brief moment. It never made it to her face which remained impassive and unamused. A tough customer, but Nora was no stranger to people who needed an extra push into terror. Nora could play the game. It was her favourite game, after all.

Above them the light continued to flicker. For a hardware store, perhaps that wasn’t the best advertisement. Or perhaps they were waiting for the right customer with the right questions to come in so they could display just how easy it was to fix a flickering light.

Across from her, the man was lowering himself, kneeling and offering his hand like she was some sort of animal. If Nora was expressive, she would have laughed. She would have keeled over laughing at the sight. The man didn’t know just how right he was, but Nora wasn’t any kind of animal, Nora was a monster and the difference was important. The difference was she wasn’t trying to scare him because she was lost and scared herself. She was trying to scare him because it was fun.

“Help me.” It was an illusion, Nora could never will her monotone voice to hold such vulnerability. The illusion echoed around them, more specifically, the illusion echoed around him. Nora wanted it to trigger the hairs on his arm to rise and goosebumps to cover him with the sensory shock of the word being floated around him from all directions. To activate a primal fear that this human could be surrounded, and now he was kneeling on the ground. He looked old. His knees were probably bad. Old people were always talking about how bad their knees were. Maybe he’d struggle to get back up. Maybe he would fall. It would be funny.

Nora only moved forward with the flickering of the light. The movement was enhanced with illusions, and honestly it was a tribute to the amount of work and practice she’d put into her illusions. From the angle where he sat on the ground, Nora could create a perfect square of art. It showed her, Nora, as she was standing in place, but since the illusion was placed close to the man’s face, Nora was able to walk forward, closing the space between them, while appearing like she was just standing there. Then, as the light flickered, the frame reset, and Nora was closer. As if he blinked, and suddenly she teleported forward.

Flicker.

She was in front of him. He had been kind. He had said he wasn’t going to hurt her. Perhaps he was a concerned citizen, set on helping everyone. But the only help Nora needed was food, fear to sustain her. “I’m going to hurt you.” Nora whispered, her monotone voice holding no emotion behind. No malice. No glee. Empty. Nora pulled a knife from her jacket, letting it catch the light, so the blade sparkled. “Then you can join my parents.”

The illusion – which Jerry was now certain that it was – was undeniably impressive. The words felt as though they echoed from the walls and whispered in his ears at the same time. They had just the right intonation and pitch that the voice could have belonged to a child or a young adult, depending on how the listener was inclined to perceive it, and imagination would do the rest. Someone might say that they heard the voice of their young daughter or son in that whisper, maybe their wife or sister, but every impression would be as valid and as false as any other. It was an unnerving effect to be sure, or it might have been if he were someone else.

For Jerry it was more akin to being a magician, sitting in the audience at a theatre while another magician performed on stage. He could appreciate the artistry and skill involved in every trick, even enjoy the performance itself, but he knew how it was all done. There was no real magic to any of it, just manipulation.

Jerry had never liked stage magicians. He didn’t much like being manipulated either.

He watched as the little girl wove her next illusions and she was so quick in doing so that Jerry almost missed it. In a moment there were suddenly three of them; the girl and her two ghost twins, painted on glass that hung in front of his face. It was undeniably clever and he would have congratulated her, if not for what came next.

The knife in her hand wasn’t another illusion. It caught the flickering artificial light and danced the beam off of its cold steel blade. Her next words made the effect even more chilling.

“I’m going to hurt you. Then you can join my parents.”

It is a fact that most humans would focus their attention on the knife in that situation. Maybe they needed to know where death was coming from and in what form it would take, but that was a mistake. It was an instinctual prey response and in that moment of fearful hesitation, the predator strikes.

The Park Ranger knew this, not least because he wasn’t human, but also because he was a predator. He’d hunted and brought down prey in both man-form and bear. He’d chased for hours until his quarry stumbled with exhaustion. He’d closed his ursine jaws around necks and waited until the light drowned in their eyes. All the while drinking their fear until his appetite was sated, and then gorging himself on the still-warm flesh that was left behind.

His father had disapproved. Told him that there was enough fear in the world for him to feed on without needing to create more. He hadn’t understood… hadn’t wanted to understand.

Jerry fixed his gaze on hers. He ignored the blade, ignored their surroundings, ignored the voices and the illusions. He focused his attention on her, and waited.

One breath.

Two.

...NOW!

A subtle change in her eyes. A shift in focus. His hand snapped out immediately and grabbed for her throat, pushing himself up to full standing height at the same time, momentum carrying him forward and closing any remaining distance between him and his prey.

“Not today,” the beast whispered in Jerry’s voice.

—

The first warning was the lack of fear. Nora had put on a full production, maybe it wasn’t her best work. It might not have brought a grown man to tears as he was confronted with the horrors beyond his comprehension, but it had been a solid display of supernatural horror. It should have been enough to gain a morsel of fear, a treat, a little snack to sustain her power and carry her over into something more terrifying. Instead, there was nothing. The only scent surrounding her was that of her own and the strange man, the man who treated her like a child and wanted to help her. The kindness of strangers was only an exploit for her. She was fear. This would be his downfall.

The second warning was his lack of movement. There wasn’t shock or confusion in his face. Instead, it was a neutral expression of confrontation. If he had tensed a little, Nora hadn’t noticed it. The coiling of muscle ready to react had slipped past her attention, because Nora had the knife. She assumed she was in control of the situation.

The third warning was the split-second Nora saw the movement and assumed he was about to bolt away and not at her. Nora had never been good at heeding warnings; it was one of her downfalls. Today it was her downfall. A hand wrapped around her throat. A tall man, hand wrapped around her wrist and a scowl on his face. Nora stared back at him, her mask of blank expression not failing her. It held.

So, this was it? The consequences to her own actions come to meet her at last. It took Nora a moment to get past the confusion of the moment to realise she was being threatened. Her. Threatened? This man did not know who he was messing with. Nora was the author of her own story. She had spent every night for the last three months training her body to fight. She had sparred partners far better than her and been knocked on her ass time and time again just for a situation like this.

For a moment Debbie’s face flashed across his. The memory. The feel of the hilt pressed against her palm. Nora had to pull herself away from those memories. They haunted her at the worst moments. There was a real knife pressed into the palm of her hand. She had stabbed someone before, and she would do it again if she had to. Nora knew that about herself now. But the guilt of Debbie’s death was still an anchor wrapped around her heart. Those nights of training weren’t just to improve herself, but she couldn’t sleep unless she wore her body down to the point of exhaustion.

“Today.” Because Nora was no victim who would let a man grab her by the throat and get away with it. Because she had never needed saving before and wouldn’t wait to see if she needed it today. Nora was fear and he would fear her. Nora aimed a slash across the arm holding her neck in its grip. All the while she kept her face plain and expressionless. Let him see how much she did not react. Let him fear her. Let him tremble because she was a murderer and what was he? A man trying to prove himself a predator to a monster?

The knife was far sharper than Jerry had expected. It sliced through his half-rolled shirt sleeve like it wasn’t even there and felt like someone had drawn a line of fire across his skin. Blood immediately began to flow, soaking his clothing and pooling on the aisle floor.

Jerry released the girl and let her drop, withdrawing his hand with a wounded growl. Part of him wanted to shift, to take his bear-form and tear her apart for challenging him. Who the hell did this cub think she was, baring their claws at him? Trying to draw out HIS fear?? Spilling HIS blood?!!

The anger drew Jerry’s normally placid, disapproving expression into a furious snarl and the beginnings of another growl rumbling deep in his throat as his ursine eyes flashed dangerously in the flickering light. His heart pounded as adrenaline flooded his body, preparing to fuel the transformation and expanding his already heightened senses even further. Everything became tangible to him at that moment; the taste of his own blood mixing with the residual oil on her blade, the feeling as beads of sweat soaked into the shirt on his back, the familiar pungency of the girl’s scent…

…her scent.

It was the scent.

The one he’d noticed when she’d first walked in. The one that smelled elusively familiar. The one he’d tracked to this place, only to be set upon by this… what even was she??

The illusions she’d summoned. Her words and her actions. Was she… like him?

“What are you?” Jerry whispered to himself, unaware that he’d spoken out loud as the growl died in his throat, his heavy brows knitting into a mix of confusion and consternation.

The knife did its job. Nora was freed and she steadied herself with low breathing. Still, no fear came from the man in front of her. To be honest, Nora was impressed. It wasn't every day that a stranger fought back against her illusions. Much less posed a physical threat to her. "Fear." A one worded answer to his question. She could have said bugbear, but people who knew what that was were few and far between.

Her mouth remained open, ready to congratulate him. Her knife was still clenched in her hand, but it had been fun. Hadn't it? An unexpected encounter in a normally expected answer. Her interest was piqued. Questions danced in her mind. Why wasn't he scared? at the forefront. All those questions fled within a moment.

A new scent, flavored of peppermint, fresh linen, and wood carvings. Nora's eyes flickered as a new man walked up. Curiosity twisted into horror on his features as he saw the knife and the blood. Of course, this was what he'd see. Not the man holding her by the throat just moments before. Being fear had its advantages and its disadvantages, Nora supposed. She was here to shoplift anyway. Nora grabbed a roll of duct tape, the item she'd been after and shoved it in her pocket. She was sure she'd already made the not-allowed-in list and might as well cement her fate.

"This was fun," Nora told the big man in front of her. Honest, even if it sounded bland in her monotone. "We'll do this again." A promise, a threat, whatever he wanted to take that as. For whatever it was worth, he'd earned some respect from her. Their next meeting wouldn't be a game of fear, but an outright questioning. She had his scent and she was sure she'd track him again. The man worker was saying some words about calling the cops or whatever, Nora gave him a salute. "Catch me if you can." She announced, diving into an illusion of darkness that did not cloud the sound of her heavy boots slapping against the ground.

“What the hell was that?!” Simon yelled at Jerry, his expression a mix of confusion and anger. “Jeez man, you’re bleeding all over the place!”

Jerry didn’t answer at first, his focus instead on the diminutive figure in the oversized coat as they ran into the street, quickly disappearing into the crowd. “Yeah, she was waving that knife about. I was jus’ unlucky that she caught my arm is all,” Jerry lied, turning his attention to Simon as the illusionary cloud of darkness began to dissipate. “Jus’ panic. More scared of me than I was of her, I reckon.” He offered the proprietor an apologetic smile. “Sorry ‘bout the blood.”

Simon waved away the comment dismissively. “Pfft… Don’t even worry about it. I’m just glad that they wasn’t better with that thing, or she could’ve done you some real damage.I’ve got a first-aid kit in the office, we’ll get you patched up so you aren’t bleeding all the way to the hospital.”

Grunting his thanks, Jerry followed the store owner back through the aisles and behind the sales counter, doing his best not to drip too much all the way there. It didn’t take Simon long to dress and bandage Jerry’s forearm, stemming the blood flow before pouring them both a drink from the half drunk bottle of whiskey he pulled from a filing cabinet.

“So what was that all about?,” Simon asked, after emptying his chipped ceramic mug of its liquor. Jerry shrugged, staring at the amber liquid in his own mug.

“Damned if I know,” he replied, “Probably jus’ a stupid dare or some such.The girl grabbed a roll of your duct tape an’ ran out with it. Reckon she was put up to it but didn’t expect t’see me down that aisle an’ jus’… panicked.”

“Well, she’ll definitely be the one panicking if I see her in here again!” Simon muttered, pouring himself another. The Park Ranger kept quiet.

There hadn’t been any panic. Whoever that girl was - whatever she was - she knew how to wield a blade and, while she might’ve been angry, there certainly wasn’t any panic. No panic. No fear.

Jerry sighed to himself and thanked Simon for the drink, placing his untouched mug on the other’s desk. Collecting his sharpened axes, Jerry left the store and began to wander aimlessly through the streets of Downtown. He’d lost her scent almost as soon as exiting the store, despite its ethereal familiarity. His arm began to throb beneath the bandage. With another sigh, Jerry turned to head back to his truck, unable to shake the feeling that he’d be seeing that girl again before long and may not come away from the encounter entirely unscathed.

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Rigger boots

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Disventure Camp All Stars Power Ranking (Round 7)

Alright, time for another power ranking... in space? Looks like it's going to be all stars for our All Stars. There, now if they don't make that joke in the episode, I've made it for them.

In case you haven't seen my previous power rankings ( 5 | 6 ), the Power Ranking Format is essentially a way of ranking how well each player is doing in the game. So, in essence, this is a long form way of predicting who I think will be eliminated from the competition in the next episode. There will be spoilers for last week's episode (obviously) and its power ranking, so make sure to read that first if you don't want to be spoiled on how I ranked our last boot. If you want more clarification on the rules, that first post will help you out as well. Furthermore, I'm going to be spoiling the preview for next episode, so if you want to go in TOTALLY blind, save this for later. Let's go!

Recap - Fiore's Elimination

Current Point Total: 18 acquired/29 possible

So. That was sad.

And I mean that purely from a point of my personal enjoyment, not a critique of the writing. I feel like I've seen some people claim that Fiore's elimination was a bad move writing-wise, and while I respect their opinion, I can't say I entirely agree. I still think that believing Fiore could be this season's winner wasn't a completely ridiculous idea-- the main reason why I thought that could be the case is because she was framed as sympathetic as compared to Hunter, as opposed to in S1 where she was a full villain. I still think that Ashley's attitude regarding Fiore is... a bit misguided, given that the only "revenge" she has to get on Fiore is for Fiore outsmarting her in the game of smarts.

However, in retrospect, even if Fiore reunited with Alec, I'm not really sure what she would be doing for the rest of the season that wouldn't just be a total retread of her prior content. If Fiore and Alec quickly regrouped and became allies again, then they would play the rest of the contestants in the exact same way they did in S1. If they didn't regroup, or even did on only tentative terms, then they wouldn't have the numbers, and Fiore likely would have been eliminated shortly anyways. Knowing what I know now, Fiore seems like one of those characters who has the edit to be the winner, but not the actual social standings to make it that far. I will still absolutely miss my favorite character, but she already got her chance to shine in S1, and I can always rewatch that if I want to see her dominate again.

As for my predictions... well, I'm really talented at putting the boot in 9th place, huh? I mean, it gets closer and closer to accurate every time, so I can't really complain. What's interesting to me is that what I did correctly totally flipped between Connor and Fiore. For Connor, I was correct in assessing that Yellow had bad vibes, but did a terrible job determining who on Yellow would get axed. For Fiore, I was totally wrong in predicting a Cyan tribal, but at least I managed to determine which member of Magenta would go home if they did face elimination. Hopefully next time, I'll be able to synthesize the good points as opposed to tripping into both of my pitfalls. Although, I'm a little worried...

Trailer Analysis

... Because, what the hell is this preview? Don't get me wrong: the episode looks really fun, and I'm super excited for it! But, in terms of content, I'm having a hard time discerning anything of note. Let's see what we can get out of this trailer.

So, obvious starting point; this episode is space themed. I'm guessing that the teams all have to race to these escape pods, completing challenges along the way. The outfits look great, and I'm very impressed by the number of outfits per character they're introducing this season. Keeping their 2D riggers in business, I suppose...? The outfits seem to be at least somewhat inspired by Star Trek, although, I think there's actually a bigger inspiration behind this episode that I haven't personally seen anyone else mention yet...

This episode seems to be really inspired by Among Us??? I only played the game, like, once, so I could be totally off. But, there appear to be many, many challenges that mirror Among Us' minigames. Here's Ally swiping a card...

Here's a door quite similar to the doors in... at least some maps? (Tom is holding a tablet, which we also see Ally and Jake fighting over, that may report each team's tasks).

There are multiple scenes depicting what appear to be a power outage, which is something that happens periodically in the game. Jake is fixing it, just like a crewmate would(?).

I think that you usually fix wires instead of cutting them in Among Us, but the similarity still stands. This is the Among Us episode. If the eliminated character gets fucking ejected I swear to god--

This arcade setting intrigues me because, as far as I know, arcades are common to neither Among Us or Star Trek. That could mean that this arcade was placed here for a highly specific Disventure Camp reason. Is it here to distract Ally? Can players flunk the challenge to find an advantage within the machines? Or are there just particular tasks/games that they wanted to throw in this episode that needed to be at an arcade?

The fact that we see Derek but NOT Trevor in this trailer intrigues me. It's quite possible that Trevor was fully left behind on Earth, and Krystal only recruited Derek for this space mission. Talk about being worlds apart.

Aiden and Jake will have a chat, albeit possibly only briefly. Were they separated from their teams by something? It looks like Jake might be trying to make amends (given that, if Tom "has a boyfriend," Tom definitely isn't into Aiden either), but Aiden is still hesitant to believe in/work with him. Notably, this is during the power outage.

Tom reads from a piece of paper in the arcade, which could fit with the idea that there's some special game/challenge that can only be completed in the arcade. I don't even want to know what Ellie would do with a totem at this point (/pos).

Like I alluded to earlier, Ally and Jake are definitely fighting in this episode. I'll talk more about my theories on that in both of their sections (and probably Ashley's as well).

These two continue to be iconic. I'm SO here for it, honestly.

"I knew it... I knew it! We're all gonna die...!"

Back to Among Us for a moment, one major aspect of that game is the Imposter; the traitor hidden amongst the cast trying to kill them all. Aiden's quote here could easily be in regards to a role like that existing within DC. Then again, I really have no idea how they would implement that. Would the Imposter be one of the contestants, and, if so, does that person get any additional advantages or protections in tribal? If that is the case, then I guess I'd predict that Grett or Ellie might be the Imposter, just because we didn't see a whole lot of them in the trailer. Or, could the Imposter be someone more like Trevor or Nina? That would make more sense from a fairness angle, but neither of them could really pretend to be a contestant and get away with it, as far as I'm aware.

Another really interesting thing about this preview is that, as far as I can tell, every single scene comes from the challenge. If the losing team does stick around on the ship to eject someone, then it's possible that some scenes are sneakily from after the challenge has ended. Still, there's not a single shot of camp. I wouldn't be surprised if the episode cold opens on the challenge, with the campers "waking up" on the spaceship and having no idea how they got there. At the very least, the challenge is going to take up a HUGE chunk of the episode.

The fact that we can't really tell what's part of the challenge and what's not makes it really hard to tell which team would wind up losing, and, to an extent, which relationships are going to receive particular focus. Even though I was wrong last time, I at least thought I had a leading theory on which team could lose the ball challenge. This trailer gives me no inclinations as to whether Cyan, Magenta, or Yellow is headed to tribal. Therefore, a lot of my analysis will likely be based off of who I think is most likely to make it to the merge, with that based on what story lines they have to expand upon in a merged setting. We have to be merging pretty soon, right...?

This will be a challenge. I'll try my best!

Power Ranking

#1: Ashley

In my mind, Ashley is 100% safe in this upcoming episode. I’ve already said that I think Ashley will make the merge this time, and I still believe that’s true. For Ashley to even be viable for elimination, Magenta would have to cut themselves down to TWO PEOPLE, which seems pretty unlikely on the writers' end. And, even if they did, with the way that the preview shows Jake and Ally, I find it really difficult to believe that the two of them would suddenly work together to eliminate the person that both of them feel closer to. More likely, in a Magenta tribal, it would come down to who Ashley feels more comfortable moving forward with… and Ashley obviously feels comfortable working with herself. No riding off into the sunset yet.

#2: Alec

Pretty much everything I said last week about Alec still holds true this week, because the Yellow tribe’s dynamics didn’t change much between this week and the last. If anything, Alec’s situation possibly got getter, because 1) he proved that he’s useful in challenges, and 2) he grew closer to Riya, to the point that she’s more of a genuine ally than just “not already in a pair.” I guess those strengths could also be reasons to target him, but now that Riya probably prefers Alec to Grett and Yul, the trio turning on him feels even more unrealistic.

#3: Tom

Tom really just keeps ping-ponging across my list, doesn’t he? Well, this time his move is motivated by the spicy content revealed in last week’s episode. Tom has a boyfriend! … Or, more likely, he doesn’t. In either case, wouldn’t it would be sort of weird to have him sent home without ANY further development on that plot line?

Okay, fine, that’s not entirely fair. Tom explaining why he ignored Jake throughout this game so far could theoretically be his swan song before clearing the stage for Jake and Aiden to have beef without him. However, I’m, like, 99% sure that Tom made up that boyfriend on the spot, and if THAT’S the case, it would be weird for him to go home without ever facing the consequences of his actions, whether or not Jake is there with him.

Tom also lost the whole “regretful, I’m going to ask to be sent home because I feel so badly about how I treated Jake these past few years” angle that I thought he might’ve had last episode. That puts Tom back in a safer spot for as long as he has Aiden as a shield. I don’t think he’s going home anymore, so he’s here.

#4: Tess

There’s still a possibility that Tess could get caught in the “indecision results in elimination” sinkhole, but now that Tess knows that Ellie is part of the villains alliance (and didn’t tell her), I have a hard time believing that the choice would be so impossible for her. The thing that was swaying her towards Ellie's side was not wanting to ruin her outside-of-game friendship with Ellie, so if she believes that Ellie is backtracking on that already, she'd be less likely to remain loyal.

Furthermore, her little moment with Ally last episode could be considered enough content for a justified elimination, but... was it, really? They talked for, like, thirty seconds, and not even about themselves. Now that Hunter has been eliminated, All Stars is wide open with opportunities for Tess and Ally to bond without their relationship hinging around Hunter. Their one conversation so far has still mostly been about Hunter, so eliminating Tess here would sadly close that door. Losing Ally would obviously close that door too, but... uh...

#5: Ally

Here’s my declaration that, in case of a Magenta tribal, I think that Ashley would very likely flip on Jake to work with Ally.

The preview seems to foreshadow Jake acting pretty childishly next episode. He’s bickering with Ally, presumably still over who is Ashley’s closest comrade. (If the episode starts with everyone waking up in space, I wonder if Ashley and Jake won’t get to have their conversation before the challenge begins.) Given all of the allusions to Among Us, I would really suspect that Ally is going to be an MVP of this particular challenge. Therefore, if the team loses, it would be a direct result of Jake’s insecurities dragging their team down. That kind of behavior, in my opinion, could sway Ashley’s mind.

Ally’s elimination here continues to feel pretty random to me. I know I was wrong when I claimed that Connor wouldn’t go home from the Yellow team because his elimination would be too clear cut… but Ally still feels the same way to me now! It's hard to get around that assumption! Aaaaaaaa!

#6: Grett

Placing Grett ANYWHERE feels bad to me, because, in my opinion, there are mildly compelling reasons for her character to stay or go.

First, my reasons why I think Grett could be eliminated. Mostly, there's just a part of me that feels like she's the most expendable member of the Yellow Team left. Alec, Riya, and Yul still seem like they all have Big Villain Things left to do, and as the least villainous of the quartet, there might not be room for Grett moving forward. As I said before, I can better imagine Yul's character without Grett than Grett's character without Yul.

There are also some other oddities I've been noticing as I've retreaded s1 via Silly Billy's interviews. Grett and Gabby's relationship was, like, really important to S1, and it left off on kind of a bad note. Presumably, if the two of them were ever put onto the same (merged) tribe again, they'd have some sort of notable reaction to each other. But, to my memory, Grett and Gabby haven't interacted this season at all. Are they just saving any turbulence the two of them might have for once they actually hit the same beach? Or does the fact that no Gabby/Grett plotline has been set up imply that they never will have any notable content together?

On the other hand, there are my reasons why I think Grett would stay. Although I do think that a Grett-less Yul still makes more sense, I do think that the particular situation that Grett is in right now could lead to a more interesting predicament for her. After axing Connor, the Yellow Team is comprised only of villains. That means, if they have to vote someone out, the villains' alliance will have to cannibalize one of their own. If Grett does turn the tide of the vote against Yul, she would be in a really interesting position with the rest of the villains. She's kind of turned against them by voting out her own boyfriend, but it would only be with their consent that he was taken down in the first place. In a merge scenario, does she explore alliances with potentially hostile outsiders, or does she stick with the treacherous villain's alliance?

The bigger thing is that I just don't really think that there are the numbers for a Grett elimination right now. Yul had way more of a chance of throwing votes on Grett when 1) Connor could be down to vote for anyone who wasn't him, and 2) he could appeal to any desire Alec and/or Riya had to save Connor to sway their votes. Now... why the hell would Alec and Riya decide that they want to work with Yul over Grett? Other than "entertainment," anyways. Now that the target on S1 girls' backs has shrunk a little, I feel better about Grett's longevity. But, I still don't feel confident either way, so she winds up in the top half... barely.

#7: Riya

Riya, too, could go both ways. Her newfound friendship/alliance with Alec implies some further content for her. However, Riya did get a lot of time to "shine" (subject to viewer opinion) in S2, so her run could be coming to a close soon. Her selfish attitude certainly hasn't changed, so if something happened to make Alec grow sick of her, the other three could unite against her.

Something that I think gives Riya the edge over Grett, at least, is that she does have a relationship with someone on another tribe that could be expanded upon later: Aiden. In the first episode of All Stars, Aiden and Riya fight, and she shoves him off the plane. That easily could just be for laughs, or to show off a rivalry that's too potent to sweep under the rug, but it could also be setup for the pair clashing once again in All Stars.

But, in the end, I think a Yellow vote would come down to the Alec/Riya and Yul/Grett pairs clashing, with Riya and Yul on the chopping block for elimination due to being the looser cannons. So, between Riya and Grett, I put Riya lower.

#8: Yul

As you can see, I had a really hard time distinguishing between Riya and Yul. Grett, too— all of them have somewhat compelling reasons for being kicked out, but nothing so concrete that it makes me say, “now THAT’S the next boot.” I just have to hope that Yellow isn’t going to tribal next, which… I think will be the case? Maybe? Who knows.

While I do think that Yul will be a major villain of the season, there’s still a decent change that that role will be reserved for solely Alec, Ellie, or both of them. The rule of threes could come back to bite Yul if, now that he’s used the earpiece twice, the third time leads to his elimination. And, he is really unliked, so I would understand why the other villains would choose to eliminate him.

One interesting possibility I thought of would be if Alec and Riya and Grett and Yul refuse to turn on each other, resulting in a tie vote. Yul was involved in a tie vote in S2, where he beat Maggy in rock paper scissors to stay in the game. It would be kind of poetic if Yul was thrown into a tiebreaker again, and lost this time. That’s why I put him below Riya. But, on the whole, I don’t THINK Yul is going home. Probably…? This power ranking is a mess.

#9: Jake

My lowest non-Cyan entry. I suppose that, despite all the fussing, I’m still thinking that their large group must be the next to cut a number. But we’re not here to talk about Cyan, we’re here to talk about Magenta! And Jake, who could be doing something… troublesome in the next episode.

Despite the leaps and bounds he’s been making in the communication department (which I’m honestly so proud of him for), Jake’s biggest flaw still is and will be his jealousy and insecurity. It’s what put him in hot water with Aiden, it’s quite possibly what drew Tom away from him in the first place, and it’s what’s causing him now to want to fight with Ally for Ashley’s affections. If, as I said before, his flaws are directly causing the team to lose, he might get cut.

Granted, it would be a little weird to cut Jake before he learns that Tom was lying (assuming Tom was). However, that COULD still be resolved at a later point with Jake either on the sidelines, fighting to get back into the competition, or in the fabled Loser's Motel episode (assuming Tom has been eliminated by that point as well). Because Aiden also heard Tom's lies, Tom can still suffer the consequences of his actions with Jake gone.

Despite all this, I think the season would be better with Jake's continued involvement in it, so I hope he doesn't go out next episode. The curse of the #9 slot is... just a superstition, right...?

#10: Ellie

Is this just because I’m salty that I put her in last twice and she still hasn’t gone home yet? Well, maybe a little bit. But also, the fact that she HASN’T been eliminated, and has continued to do more villainous things (especially towards Jake) each episode, has started to sway me to believe that she might be in it for a longer haul. Would they really need this much build up to justify Ellie as a pre-merge boot?

Because, like, they’re putting SO MUCH FOCUS into her being a villain. Her negative arc could get cut off now, but it would mean that all of that time spent showing her tormenting Jake specifically would have no bearings on her elimination, because Jake can't be involved in her vote right now.

I still think that Ellie will be eliminated on the sooner end, but I now kind of think that she might be the first boot after the merge. Then, everyone that Ellie has wronged (who is still in the competition) can band together to send her packing. That would also be even juicier on Gabby's end (assuming she is still in the competition), because it would hammer in that everyone is against her.

For Ellie to be eliminated as the merge boot, she has to survive this episode, which is why I moved her up a little from the bottom. However, I can still obviously see why Ellie could be eliminated now, so she doesn't stray too far from the bottom.

#11: Aiden

Surprised to see Aiden this low? Me too, kind of. The reason he's this low has to do with a specific scenario that I think could happen next episode, so bear with me as I get a bit more conspiratorial than usual in these power rankings.

So, the challenge is probably Among Us tasks, right? But, we saw the paper that Tom read in the arcade, which might be an advantage. So, something that I believe might happen next episode is that Ellie and Gabby will abandon their team to go advantage hunting in the arcade, and their lack of participation will cause the Cyan Team to lose. With Ellie clearly playing for herself, both in the villain's alliance and in the arcade, she's the obvious target. However, if Ellie manages to find an immunity totem, she could save herself. And, if she did, who would go home other than her biggest target, Aiden?

I really love Aiden as a comedic force in this season-- the way that he's just chilling and having fun despite all the drama always makes me laugh-- but he doesn't have a whole lot to do other than be an obstacle between Jake and Tom. I'm worried that the conversation with Jake as shown in the trailer could be a bad sign for him. Unlike Jake and Ally, Jake and Aiden weren't shown to be super hostile with one another, which means Aiden might hearing Jake out here. If he did, I could see Aiden feeling sympathy for Jake after hearing more of his side of the story, and some of the worse things that Tom has done. That could close their chapter of hostility while leaving Tom and Jake to now sort things out on their own.

Another thing that's made me feel more iffy about Aiden's chances was learning that the reason why James may have been eliminated early (and maybe not done Patreon reads) was just because his voice actor was super busy. If that's the case, then I'd really doubt that James would be coming back as a returning competitor, which would mean Aiden doesn't have that "shield" anymore. Furthermore, I hadn't really thought about what would happen after James and Aiden were back in the game together. Assuming they don't both make the final 3 again, one or both of them would need to be eliminated at some point. But, like, how? When? I think (and hope) that Odd Nation Cartoons wants to keep the Jaiden relationship sacred, which means that the two of them would kinda just be enjoying the competition together. That's really sweet, but it's 1) an in-universe threat to the other players, and 2) not that juicy for out-of-universe viewers. Honestly, I wouldn't be too surprised if they both got canned in a double elimination not long after James returned. But, is that really what they would want from their returning player?

I dunno, I'm probably thinking about this too hard in both directions. Aiden could still have a bright future ahead of him even if James doesn't return, and he could also be eliminated without all that totem nonsense if Tess simply chose to side with Gabby and Ellie. I think there's a definite possibility for a surprise Aiden boot, though, so he's a lowly sacrificial lamb. Even he thinks he's going to die, soooo...

#12: Gabby

I... really don't have a justification for this one in terms of game mechanics. It just feels like the right vibes to me? Gabby is the player that I can most easily see a merge without, so now she's at the bottom.

Like I said back at Grett, the fact that Grett and Gabby's relationship hasn't really been expanded upon could be bad for both of them. I'm once again back to thinking that the slight erasure of Gabby's more negative traits could be to make her a more well-liked unfortunate exit. I'd prefer it if the writers took her in more of the woman scorned direction, but, is that really going to happen...?

Returning to the totem scenario, I do think that has a chance to take out Gabby as well. If Gabby and Ellie made it really obvious that they found some sort of advantage (by being absent from completing tasks), Aiden, Tom, and Tess could secretly switch their vote to Gabby and make Ellie burn her idol on herself in a tribal where she gets to votes. It's the potential for that poetic cinema-- Gabby played her idol on Ellie to save her in S1, but Ellie doesn't play her idol on Gabby to save her in S2-- that makes me really like this possibility, unlikely as it may be. Similarly, I like how it eliminates Gabby, who thus far appears to be a less important character this season than Ellie, while still having the other three Team members intend to target the logical biggest threat. They just can't do it directly, in this scenario.

But, still, I don't like putting Gabby in last place just because of one kind of cool scenario I thought of, hinging on a totem that may or may not be in play. The thing is, I just have a hard time thinking that we're about to lose anyone at this point. Everyone feels so important!

And, honestly, this preview confused me so much that I could really see anyone Tess downward going home and not be too surprised about it. That's scary when it comes to making this ranking. I might take a point hit this week, but... maybe I also nailed it! I'm very excited to see where this episode takes us. Thanks for reading!

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Book keeper to Workie

The employment agency called Rob to let him know that there was a job going down at the new building site as a book keeper and that he could start straightaway. Having been made redundant a few months ago he leapt at the chance and said of course he would turn up the following day. Not sure what to wear he decided better not too casual so put on a pair of chinos, a shirt and tie. He’d never worked or even been on a building site before and was not sure how it would be working along side a bunch of workies who were probably all quite rough.

‘However, it is at least a job’ he thought.

Turning up the next day he could see quite a large group of workies all in full Hi Viz with helmets milling around.

‘Excuse me, can you tell where the main office is please as I’ve come to do the bookkeeping’, Rob asked rather gingerly.

‘Christ what do we have here, a little posh boy looking ever so smart’ one of the guys said.

‘Shit lad you had better change a bit here with all of us. Make sure you use the word”fuck” in front of everything’

The others laughed and one said

‘Quit it lads, give the youngster a chance. ‘I’m Jeff by the way. Suppose you want to see the Boss?’

‘Yes please’

‘Go over to that portacabin and knock. He should be inside. Good luck.’

Rob went over and knocked at the door. A gruff voice shouted out

‘Who the fuck is there. What do you want. Get inside.’

Rob stepped inside and saw the backview of the Boss who was sitting at a computing screen which suddenly went black as he went in. The Boss swiveled round in his chair. He was large with shaven sides to his hair but a short cut dark black centre . He had a thick but well trimmed beard and was stocky built wearing, rigger boots, jeans, white shirt and tie and padded Hi Viz jacket. When he stood up Rob could see he must be around 6’3” and for a moment Rob could see a large bulge down one side of his jeans before the Boss put his hands over.

‘Christ he must have been looking at some porn site’ Rob thought

‘So who the hell are you barging in?’

‘I’m your bookkeeper’

‘Oh right. I didn’t expect a pretty college type guy.’

‘I hope I don’t disappoint’, Rob said timidly

‘Na, need to see how you work but I reckon you’ll fit in nicely. Here’s the computer which you can turn on and find the bookkeeping programme. You’ll see a pile of invoices you need to sort out and record. Ok? I’ll let you get on as I have some business to deal with.’

‘Just before you go can you tell me where the toilets are.’

‘Most guys here just pee outside but if you need a shit then the block is 2 portacabins down.’

As the Boss went to open the door and free his hands from his crotch Rob could see that his cock was still straining against the jeans.

He heard the Boss shout out.

‘Hey Jeff get over here and follow me.’

Rob looked out the side open window to see what was going on and saw the Boss standing at the side of the van thinking he was out of sight from all the lads, and was rubbing his crotch, his hand slowly grasping the full length of his dick inside the jeans. Jeff came round the side and stood in front of the Boss.

‘I was all ready for a fucking wank and that new boy came in just as was looking at some great guys in HiViz going at it on the screen. Thank Christ I didn’t have my cock out but I tell you, Jeff, I’m still feeling fucking horny so you know what to do.’

Jeff put his hand out and slowly let one hand move up and down the Boss’s crotch.

‘Shit Boss, you have the best cock around, so fucking meaty and what a bloody great bulge it makes.’

‘Fuck the bulge boy, unzip me and get your hand inside.’

Jeff unzipped and let his hand inside moving it all the way down the long shaft, making sure his hand was firmly around it. With his other hand he unbuttoned the top of the jeans so he could pull the cock out. As he did he purposely took the hand away so the full meaty dick could bounce up showing it fully erect making it almost vertical such was its hardness.

Rob looked closely and could see a good 8” thick cock with shiny head fully exposed.

Jeff was in full Hi Viz, trousers with dirty T shirt and Hiviz vest. He started rubbing his own crotch.

‘Making me feel fucking horny Boss.’

‘You know what to do now.’

Jeff got down on his knees his eyes level with the cock he was about to suck.

‘No messing Jeff, I’m fucking horny and need to unload so get this down yer throat and suck big time.’

Jeff put his arms around the Boss’s thighs as he moved in to take the head. He let his tongue lick across the tip and around the head covering it with his spit, the Boss’s cock jerking as he did. Opening his mouth wide he started to slowly take the large diameter and let the cock slip further into his mouth. The Boss needed to cum so he took hold of Jeff’s head with his hairy hands and forced his head the full length down the shaft causing Jeff to gag for a few seconds as his saliva spilt out of his mouth and down his Hi Viz vest.

‘That’s more like it’

Rob peering out from the side window could not believe his eyes. Here was the Boss ordering one of the workies to give him a blow job and the guy was doing exactly as he was told and even more seemed to be enjoying it. But it wasn’t just the two of them enjoying. Rob’s own cock was fully erect and he could now feel some precum oozing out of his chinos. Watching without the others knowing was turning him on even more. And what a cock the Boss had.

The Boss started to work Jeff’s head up and down the full length and now Jeff was able to take in the Boss’s full manhood. Jeff’s mouth was tight against the Boss’s pubes. The Boss was fully in control with Jeff on his knees and the Boss ramming his cock in a out of Jeff’s face.

‘Christ you suck well. Glad you saw sense and joined the crew. I like my guys as real men not office guys. Go on take the full length, you know you love my dick, Take it the whole way down your throat. I’m so horny from the porn site and now you sucking me off that I’m ready to come. So let that throat of yours take it all. I don’t want any wasted. Go on boy suck I’m ready

And with one final push into Jeff’s face, the Boss flung his head back as his spunk shot out into Jeff’s throat. Rob could hear the Boss groaning with pleasure

‘Take it all and then wipe your mouth clean. Don’t want you walking around with my spunk on your chin. Well done that feels better” he said giving his cock a shake and using his hand to wipe off any remaining spunk ‘ Now off you go and get some work done and make sure that prick of your is not bulging out as it is now. You’ll get your turn soon enough.’

Rob quickly got back to his seat in case the Boss came back in and he needed to hide his own erection so no one could see.

His stiff pole refused to go down and Rob thought the only thing is to get to the loos and have a wank. So putting his hands in his pocket to hide the bulge he left the office and found the loo portacabin. There was thankfully no one inside so he went into one of the cubicles but there was no lock on the door

‘Christ I have to cum after seeing the Boss’s cock being sucked off, not sure what to do.’

As he considered, the main door opened and 2 of the workies came in and went to the urinals. Rob could hear them unzipping their HiViz trousers and getting their cocks out to pee.

Rob was worried he would have more precum oozing out so quietly undid his zip and pulled out his cock. He could hear the pee gushing out from the two guys.

‘Not sure what they put in the tea mate but it sure makes you pee.’

As they finished and started to shake themselves one said to the other

‘I’d forgotten what a great cock you have’

‘Yours ain’t bad either mate in fact we are probably the same size. Lets see.’

They turned round towards each other and placed their cocks side by side.

‘Yeah pretty much the same when like this but more important if they are the same when we have a boner.’ And with that the guy put his hand around both cocks and started to stroke up and down.

‘Looks like they are growing at the same rate. Let me do it a bit more.’ He then took his full hand around the shafts and started yanking more forcefully.

‘Christ Bob, I luv my cock rubbing against yours and seeing them stiff together.’ ‘Still looks as if they are the same.’

‘Unbutton your trousers Jake’

Jake did as told and then Bob with his other hand pulled out the rear of the trousers and let his hand slip down Bob’s hairy crack, all the time masturbating both cocks with the other hand.

‘You know what I like Bob.’

‘Should do after all this time.’

Bob let one of his fingers ease itself in to Jake’s arse and as Jake moved his arse out to take it so Jake slid another and then another until 4 fingers were full up the hole.

‘Go on Bob move them around so I feel ready.’

‘So Jake it seems our stiff dicks are pretty much the same so when I fuck you now you can imagine as if you are fucking yourself.’

Rob was looking at all of this though a crack in the slightly open door, his own cock out and his hand now starting to work the shaft. This was too much.

‘If the Boss had thought he was horny Christ I’m so ready to burst.’

He was terrified to breathe in case they could hear but by now the guys were so into each other they would not notice.

‘That arse of yours Jake is now nice and moist, I can feel my fingers really wet. Feels as if you are ready.’

‘What do you fucking think with those fingers moving around inside me. You ain’t a doctor but a great fuck ‘

Bob pulled down the rear of Jake’s Hi Viz and Rob was able to see a nice hairy arse with a good pair of meaty cheeks.

‘I’m fucking ready for that cock of yours or mine if you think that way.’

‘Tell you what Jake why don’t you let a big gob of spit onto my dick and then its part of you being fucked.’

Jake gathered all his spit and let it fall onto Bob’s gleaming head.

‘Now work that in a bit as if it’s yer own.’

Jake rubbed his spit up and down Bob’s shaft and then put both arms up resting against the wall as Bob moved behind taking his cock and setting in against the crack.

‘Luv that hairy arse of yours as I see my cock slipping all the way up. Now push yer arse out to take it all man.’

Bob was now standing right behind and put his hands on Jake’s hips positioning himself and his cock for full entry.

He gently pushed the head in feeling it get past the opening and as he did Jake moved his arse further back groaning with pleasure. Bob’s cock slid further in, taking his time enjoying the sensation until Jake’s arse was firmly set against Bob’s Hi Viz zip opening.

‘So you like being self fucked.’

‘ Sure do but I tell you what when your get the Boss’s cock up you, you sure know. He ain’t the Boss for nothing with that thick dick of his.’

‘Well for now you’ll have to make do with my prick and don’t worry I’ve as much spunk as the Boss.’

‘So get on and fuck me and let me feel your nylon HiViz smack against me and then I know you’re fully up me.’

‘Ok mate you asked to be fucked so I’ll fuck you.’

With that Bob started rough fucking, ramming his dick up and down the full length and every time Jake seemed to stick his arse out even further to take every push. The more he rammed in the more excited Bob got.

‘Fucking take it, you want cock and I’m giving it to you and a full wad of spunk to boot.’

By now Rob’s hand was wanking furiously. On the one hand he wanted to be fucking Jake but seeing the way Bob was fucking, his own arse became moist at the thought of it up him.

‘I’m cumming man so take it all, shit there’s loads going up you. Go on wank yourself and cum too.’

‘What the hell do you think I’m doing. I want us to come together. Two same cocks spurting their load.’

‘Well do it now, Jesus I’m cumming man.’ and with one final push he let out a loud groan as he pumped Jake, whose head shot back as he shot his load into the urinal.

Seeing the two guys was too much for Rob and with one hand over his mouth to stifle any noise his cock erupted a ton of spunk against the cubicle door.

‘Fasten up yer HiViz Jake, I want you to go around today with all my spunk up yer arse.’

‘Don’t worry I love feeling you still inside me but I’d better give the pisspot here a quick clean. You leave first and then no one will know what we have been up to.’

‘You’ve got to be joking man , we are all at it here, makes no difference. We fuck more than we work.’

The guys eventually left after some cleaning and then Rob wiped his cock clean and then took all the spunk that had been running down the door. Tucking himself back, in making sure his chinos were not stained he quietly left and went back to the office.

‘What sort of place have I come to’ he said to himself.

As he was wading through the invoices to put on the computer the Boss came in with a mug of tea and bunch of Hi Viz clothing and dropped the items down in front of Rob.

‘The lads are saying it is better for you to wear the same gear when you are on site. It’s up to you whether you change here or come from home in it but either way while you are here you wear these clothes. I’ve picked out what I think is your size and anyway you have to have rigger boots and a Hi viz vest and helmet to meet regulations. So I’ll let you change now. You might as well get used to it.

You can have the cuppa after. OK? I’ll let you get on.’

Rob thought this seemed a bit far fetched but having seen some of lads and then witnessed what had gone on at the toilet block, he decided it might be a good idea and he might feel like one of the workies. He undressed, carefully folded his clothes and put on the HiViz polo shirt, then the trousers and then the vest all I bright orange with the company logo on the back. He had noticed that the two guys getting off had not been wearing underwear so he decided to do the same. Even the rigger boots were the right size. He saw a mirror in a corner and went to stand in front. Apart from looking so clean he almost looked a workie and immediately he felt his cock starting to strain inside and already it was pressing against his trousers forming a decent looking pole.

‘Christ I had better get back to work and take my mind off things’ he said

Back at work he started drinking the mug of tea the Boss had left and at first he thought it had a slightly odd taste but put it down to the fact that it was probably just cheap tea. But his cock still stayed hard.

Rob then remembered that he was certain the Boss had been looking at a porn site when he arrived so he checked out the internet at History and sure enough he could see several Hi Viz sites which he clicked on. Photos appeared on the screen of guys some just only in high viz, and then soon others were showing guys cocksucking, fucking, bondage, spitting into each others faces all in Hi Viz.

‘No wonder the Boss had such a boner,’ Rob thought as he started stroking his own stiff dick. ‘Christ this is making me feel so unbelievably horny. I didn’t think I could feel like this. Shit seeing all these guys having sex makes me want some bloody action.’

Leaning back in his chair he spread his legs out so he could firmly grasp his cock through the HiViz.

‘Christ I’ve cum already today but I feel I need to shoot another load,’ he said out loud

‘Then just as well we have come to help you out, eh boy?’

There was no time to shut off the computer as he spun round hearing the Boss’s voice. Standing inside the door was the Boss, Jeff, Bob and Jake.

‘Well Boss the boy has a nice packet there so we need to help him out,’ Jake said rubbing his crotch.

‘So you have been looking at my sites, you dirty little fucker. Sure got you hard. Just as well cause I’m feeling fucking horny too watching you and those pics and I’m also ready to shed a lot of spunk Not just me but all the boys here are needing some action, ain’t that right?’

‘Sure thing Boss we all need to cum and the boy is ready.’

‘Right as I’m the Boss I get first’ he said unbuttoning his 501s ‘ shit this is difficult pulling out my dick when its so fucking hard.’

‘Get over here boy and see what its like to suck a real man’s cock’

Whilst Rob felt total shock something in him was telling him he was about to have the best initiation possible and get to really suck the Boss’ dick rather than seeing from a window. Whatever was in that tea worked and wanted not just a piece of the action but all, as he stood seeing the other guys rubbing their HiViz and all of them showing a large bulge itching to unzip and get the cocks out.

‘On yer knees’ The Boss instructed.

Rob sank down in front and looked up at the Boss’s hunk of meat.

Christ it was so much bigger sitting in front, it was so thick and he could see the veins straining underneath with a gleaming head now exposed

‘Now that’s a cock for you. Get going and let the others see what you can do.’

Rob took the prick in his hand hardly able to get it around the diameter and then let a gob of spit drop onto the head.

‘Good boy you know what to do’

Holding the cock firmly he moved his mouth to take in the head.

‘I’m gonna choke on this he thought as his throat muscles tensed. But Rob so wanted that cock now he knew he had to relax as he wanted to feel the Boss’s pubes against his face.

‘You can start slowly lad as you’ve probably not sucked too many my size.’

Little by little he started moving his mouth further and further down the shaft breathing carefully so not to choke. The further in the dick went the more he wanted to feel it all the way down his throat.

‘That’s it boy’ The Boss said as he grabbed Rob’s head and forced him to take the full length when Rob could feel the wiry pubes pressing against his face.

‘Now I’m gonna work you a bit OK?’

The Boss started pushing and pulling Rob’s head as the slurping sound became louder and louder and the Boss’s groans got greater.

‘Shit well done boy you’re the best cocksucker around. Sorry Jeff but he is. I ain’t cuming yet.’ and with that he pushed Rob back and his dick sprung up covered in spit with the head starting to ooze precum.

Rob looked up and saw that the other three were around him and had their dicks out beginning to wank

‘Christ’ he thought ‘I don’t think I can suck off 3 others’

The Boss lifted him up like a bit of clothing and turned him around setting him on top of the desk pushing him so he was stretched out on his back

‘So lets get serious now, that was starters’

The Boss grabbed Rob’s waistband and zip and pulled his HiViz trousers down so they were around his ankles, until the Boss yanked them completely off him.

‘Now spread yer legs’ the Boss said as he forced Robs leg wide apart and brought him forward so his arse was right on the edge of the table.

‘Now your spit has got me all wet it’ll be easier for you to take me.’

The Boss moved forward and put two fingers up Rob’s arse moving them around. ‘Nice glory hole you’ve got there. You’ll be able to take me’

Taking his fingers out he inched his cock to Rob’s opening

‘Boss I’m not sure I can do this.’

‘If you want your job and want to be one of the guys then you’ll do what I want, got it? Now fucking relax and it will be easier.’

Before Rob could reply he felt the Boss’s cock splitting open his arse and for a moment he winced in pain.

‘Once it’s all in you will want every inch trust me. Now guys I want you to have some fun. Jeff because you sucked me off today I’ll let you get your dick down the boys throat. You other two can watch and work yerselves up to cum all over our new mate here. ‘

As the Boss pushed his cock deeper and deeper inside Rob’s arse so Jeff took his cock in one hand and Rob’s head in the other bringing it up to meet his rigid dick.

‘Go on Rob take my cock down your throat once you feel the Boss’s dick all the way up you will be sucking my dick for all you can.’

Seeing Jeff’s cock slid down Rob’s throat made the Boss push further and further inside until his pubes were tight against Rob’s arse

‘Shit Jeff seeing that cock of your going down the boys throat makes me even hornier. I’m gonna fuck him rigid but tell you what boys you take your lead from me . When I come I want all of you to release your cum and you two make sure his HI Viz shirt is soaked with your spunk.’

Jeff took his lead from the boss and as he slid his full shaft in so Jeff pushed his cock all the way down the throat.

‘Tell you what Boss the fact he’s had your cock down his throat makes it much easier for me.’

‘Fucking hell,’ Bob shouted, ‘seeing the lad with a cock each end has me fucking going.’

Rob felt he had a cock stretching from his arse to his lips. Once the full meat of the Boss’s dick was inside him he wanted rammed but he could say nothing as he took the full length of Jeff’s prick.

‘We have one of the lad here boys. Once he has had this he will not be going anywhere he’ll wait for his morning cuppa and then we can have a good daily fuck together. Now let me get right up and ram you boy.’

With his hand firmly wrapped around Robs knees he pushed in and slowly withdrew to savour the full entry. But he was needing to shoot so the slow movement quickly increased until he was slamming his cock in and out all the up to his pubes. The more he pushed in and out the more his grunts increased. And Jeff watching how turned on the Boss was rammed his dick in and out of Rob’s mouth. He wanted to cum at the same time and seeing how Rob was taking the Boss’s prick made him even more excited.

‘I hope you two are ready,’ Jake said ‘as watching you have all the fun has me ready. Forget the gentle wank man I’m rubbing myself for all its worth.’

‘Me too.’ Bob said.

The Boss replied ‘Bob grab the boy’s cock. Its so fucking hard with me inside him we had better let him cum with us.’

Bob kept one hand rubbing his dick and with his other he wrapped his hand around Rob’s rigid prick and started to wank him furiously

‘OK guys lets get ready to cum. I want a fucking fountain. Shit I’m ready that’s such a fucking great arse of your boy. This is the first but not last time you’ll have me fuck you. Shit it’s coming. Go on lads shoooot.’

And with that as Rob felt the pressure of the Boss’s spunk shoot up him so he felt Jeff’s spunk race down his throat as if both spunks would meet inside him. The intense pleasure was too much and Rob ejaculated with three great wads of cum all the way up his shirt hitting his chin. Bob and Jeff at the same time let fly with their cum their first shot hitting across Rob at each other.

You could hear a great sigh as all five shed their loads

The Boss withdrew his cock and tucked it into his Levis, a stain showing through from the excess he had not squeezed out.

‘Fuck’ he said looking down, ‘better wear my Hi Viz jacket to cover this stain when going home. Right young man you had better get yourself to the toilet cabin and clean yourself up. Probably best to put back your other clothes on but take the Hi Viz back home and wash tonight as I expect you wearing it tomorrow.

So hope you have had a good day. You’ve passed your initiation. In fact expect another session tomorrow after you’ve had your mug of tea.’

‘This is best job ever Boss and as for the HiViz I’ll want to sleep in it soon.’

‘Good boy that’s what I like to hear. If you continue like this I’ll have you on the outdoor workforce. You could do with a few muscles. It has helped Jeff who used to do your job. Guys here work and fuck but many a day fuck and then work.’

‘I’ll do what you want Boss.’

‘You will.’

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breakfastteatime · 1 year

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Trapped on Bracca, it's the rain that takes Cal the longest to get used to. Not the back-breaking work, not the strange clothes, not the noisiness, not the loneliness of lying all day every day.

The rain.

He is constantly wet, clothes clinging to him in all the wrong places, rubbing his skin red and raw. Everything has the hefty, thick smell of wetness. Mould blooms in dark, warm spaces. A constant chill accompanies him night and day the moment he stops long enough for it to dig in. As his hair grows out, the more the strands send rainwater dripping into his eyes.

Rare is the day it doesn't rain on Bracca. And if it isn't raining, it's foggy. Or freezing. Or snowing.

Fellow riggers teach him all the coping strategies. Dry your boots out after every shift. Never leave your clothes in a heap. Always have a dry towel waiting when you get home. Fix every leak. Never sleep in wet clothes. On and on and on...

It's really only when he finds himself on Bogano, stunned at the sunlight and grass, that he realised at some point the rain became completely ordinary.

#jfo headcanon #star wars jedi: fallen order #cal kestis #bracca #this post brought to you by the day's torrential rain

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wildestflowrs · 1 year

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🏴‍☠️Ronancetober Day 15: Pirate AU⚓️

Hook, Line and Sinker

Robin dislikes the royalty.

It was they, alongside their piggish council, that made laws that cruelly punished people like her. That pushed people like her to do what she did, living life at sea alongside Captain Edward Munson, plundering and destroying just to survive. She didn’t ask for this, never wanted the possibility of being hung if they ever were captured.

That’s not to say piracy isn’t fun, however.

“Do my eyes deceive me, Edward, or are we in the company of the crown Prince and the lovely Countess?” She sneers, leaning against the doorframe to the brig, inside of which their two noble prisoners sit, positively glaring at her.

“Who knew Prince Steven and Countess Nancy would be so eager to board a pirate ship,” Eddie grins as he saunters over to the cell, “Didn’t anyone teach you not to talk to strangers?”

“Fuck you,” the Countess spits, her brow furrowed in a stormy scowl. Her curly hair is ruffled, sticking out in places it is supposed to be pinned down; her dress is torn slightly at the bottom and a blooming bruise on her forehead from head-butting Jonathan when he brought her in. The prince stays silent, chewing the inside of his cheek and looking between Robin and Eddie.

“You’ll be back home soon, don’t get your panties in a twist,” Robin smirks, crouching down to be on the prisoners’ level, “Just as soon as we get your stuck-up parents to give us immunity; after that, we’ll give you back alive… probably,”

The countess continues to scowl but the Prince bursts out laughing.

“Oh, you’re out of luck if you think they’ll want us back,” Steven manages through his laughter, “We’re about as much use to you as tits on a boar,”

Eddie frowns and mutters, “We’ll see about that,” as he leaves the brig, gesturing for Robin to follow.

“Fuckin’ prissy nobles,” Robin mumbles as Eddie fills his pipe. He takes a drag and exhales, long and thoughtful. They sit on the steps leading up to the quarterdeck, the crew fussing and working around them. When Robin first boarded the Corroding Coffin years ago, she was only a cabin girl. At the time, Eddie’s uncle was the captain of the ship; known as Wayne the Unwavering for his stubborn nature. Eddie was a rigger; he was a couple of years older than Robin but just as scrawny. He’s the one who invited her onto the ship, and when his uncle stepped down as Captain, Robin encouraged him to take up the role.

“At least we’ll get ‘em gone soon. I’m struggling not to shoot ‘em right now,” Eddie grumbles.

Night falls and they weigh anchor, they eat with the crew and laugh and sing way into the night, sharing hushed stories between the stragglers before dragging themselves down the lower deck to turn in for the night. The evening is pleasant, with no harsh waves or bad weather, no sound apart from the lapping waves and rocking of the ship.

As she’s making her way to her hammock, Robin hears a thud. She thinks nothing of it until she hears it again. She looks around the sleeping crew, trying to make out if it’s any of them - it doesn’t seem to be. Thud. Again. She checks the galley, finding none other than countess Nancy, trying to snap the ropes that bind her wrists together. She’s taken off one of her heeled boots, positioning it in one of the holes in the floorboards, and is hitting the rope against the heel. She’s made little progress so far; nothing more than minimal fraying and pretty bruised hands and wrists, but she keeps going, even when Robin walks up to the cell and crouches down.

“Trying to make a daring escape, countess?” Nancy jumps, scrambling to kick the shoe away from her. “I appreciate the effort, princess but those ropes are pretty damn strong,”

Nancy pouts, “I’m not trying to escape… these ropes are just really fucking annoying,”

“Sure, like I’m gonna believe that,” Robin scoffs, “maybe I should upgrade you to some iron shackles instead?”

“No!” Nancy blurts out. She looks more vulnerable than Robin’s seen her the entire time she’s been held captive; there’s a glossiness to her eyes and wobble in her voice, and the look she gives Robin is so pleading. The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“I don’t want to go back to them,” Nancy mutters. She chews her bottom lip. “Steve doesn’t either- just… don’t make us go back to them, please?”

Robin is dumbfounded by the stark contrast between the countess she met earlier today and the Nancy she was met with now; fierce and commanding turned desperate and vulnerable. It goes about everything she’s built up all these years; the walls she’s so meticulously built, the opinions she’s formed and believes as fact. But, in spite of all of it, she sympathizes with Nancy. This girl of such high nobility so similar to her; wanting to escape. Not from pirates, not from the possibility of death - just from home, to start fresh.

Robin isn’t sure how to feel about the beautiful noblewoman before her; to let her stay would be quite literally teaming up with the enemy, but I’m the other hand… it hurt to see someone so deeply afraid of their home, when she could offer her an opportunity to get away from it. She sits down now, leaning against the cell bars on one side and continuing to look at Nancy.

“Uh, sure I’ll uh, I’ll speak to the captain about it,” Robin says. She’s honestly unsure how Eddie’ll react when she tells him the prisoners requested not to be sent home; she hopes he shares: her sympathy, he understanding.

“Thank you,” Nancy says, barely above a whisper. For a few moments, they sit in silence, bathed in silvery moonlight that practically makes the countess shimmer, and rocked slowly back and forth with the boat.

Robin doesn’t necessarily understand why, but she decides to talk to the prisoner.

She smiles gently, “If you wanna stay on this boat you’ll have to pull your weight I’m afraid,” she says it with good intent and Nancy smiles back, a bashful, sweet smile. She slips her hand through the bars and Nancy takes it.

“If you need a gunner I’m quite good with weapons,” Nancy says and Robin raises an eyebrow. Nancy pulls up one side of her skirts to reveal a flintlock pistol in a holster on her leg. “I’m quite a good shot,”

“I’m sure you are, princess,”

She takes out her pocket knife and severs the ropes that bind the countess’ hands together. Nancy raises her eyebrows and offers Robin a confused glare, as if she’d trying to figure her out like she had the first time they met.

“Make sure to behave, darling,” she smirks as she leaves the brig.

In the morning Robin finds Eddie before he leaves his quarters. She informs him of the prisoner’s wishes and he begrudgingly agrees to let them stay aboard for the time being as crew.

“But, if I notice any funny business they’re getting thrown back in the brig and given back to the closest navy ship,” he says in a warning tone.

The nobles are released from their cell and welcomed to the crew (a half-hearted welcome, but it’s enough). The prince is rather confused about the situation having slept through Nancy and Robin’s conversation the night prior, but he goes along with it, being lent some of Jonathan and Eddie’s clothes as ‘you can’t do any work in that rich kid shit’.

Robin rifles through her sack of clothes to find something for the countess, throwing her a button-up shirt and some trousers she grew out of years ago. She steals one of Chrissy’s old pairs of boots to give to Nancy too and lets her change.

“I thought you might have stayed,” the countess smirks as she undoes her corset.

Robin flushes, recovering quickly to quip back, “There’s plenty of time for that in the future, princess, I thought I’d offer you some privacy for now,”

“Oh, come on, Buckley, I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me all day,”

Robin stops dead in her tracks. Shit, the countess wants to kiss her?

“Why?” She asks, turning on her heels and walking back over to Nancy. Nancy grins, chewing her bottom lip and looking down.

“Whatever do you mean, ‘why’? You’re completely gorgeous, that’s why,” Nancy tucks a strand of curly chestnut hair behind her ear and Robin steps closer.

“Who would have known that countess Nancy Wheeler likes to kiss lady pirates,” she teases, placing her hands on the countess’ waist.

“Not just any lady pirates; you,”

Robin leans in and Nancy does the same, tangling her hands in the pirate’s hair. Robin’s never kissed nobility before, but she’s got to say Nancy isn’t half bad. They kiss until they’re out of breath, and then Robin pecks another quick kiss on her lips. She rubs circles in the small of Nancy’s back and tucks a curl behind her ear.

“How was that for you, princess?”

“Can’t wait for you to do it again,”

#ronancetober day 15 #ronancetober #ronance #pirate au #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance fic #wildestflowrs writes

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