New Fic! (Joel/many people)
Title: The Lord Of The Manor
Author: Taco
Warnings: Slash, kink, language, nudity etc...
Disclaimer: None of the events depicted in this story ever happened, or are close to reality. All the people mentioned own themselves.
Summary: What happens when Joel reins over the rest of Good Charlotte, and all those that live in his manor?
The small peel of moonlight lit the room in which the Lord of the Manor got his way with whomever he pleased. His legs were curled underneath him as he watched one of his servants move around the room. Their uniform clinging tightly to their frame as they moved. Legs adorned with fishnet stockings, they knelt down to pick up some clothes the Lord had left on the floor. The Lord smiled a bit, a sinister edge to his smile - he knew he could make this servant do anything he wished. All his servants obeyed his every word and whim. They knew to jump from a window if he wished, because if they didn't they would suffer a long and painful death, rather than a quick fall.
The Lord coughed softly to get the servants attention. The servant quickly bought himself to stand up straight, eyes resting straight ahead, not daring to look anywhere else. Eyes lingering over the servant's body, the Lord smiled again as he gingerly slid his feet out from under himself and put his feet on the ground, the hard heels of his boots making a soft thud on the ground.
As he took slow steps towards the still servant, his eyes wandered down to the servant's pants. Every servant had a tailor made uniform to fit their body. This servant, in particular, had one of the most restraining ones. Whenever they moved, every step they took, some part of their body was shown.
Running his hand down the servant's chest, and then around his back, the Lord smiled at the servant. Kissing the servant's neck softly, he wrapped his arms around the servant's waist and smiled as he rested his head on their shoulder. His hands made circles on the servant's stomach, causing them to flinch a bit and bite their lip to hold in the small whimpers and other noises that could escape their mouth.
"What are we doing with you today, Benjamin?" the Lord whispered into the servant's ear, nibbling on the lobe of it softly.
"Whatever you wish, Master Joel." The servant replied in a hushed tone, his eyes now darting around the room nervously.
Author: Taco
Warnings: Slash, kink, language, nudity etc...
Disclaimer: None of the events depicted in this story ever happened, or are close to reality. All the people mentioned own themselves.
Summary: What happens when Joel reins over the rest of Good Charlotte, and all those that live in his manor?
The small peel of moonlight lit the room in which the Lord of the Manor got his way with whomever he pleased. His legs were curled underneath him as he watched one of his servants move around the room. Their uniform clinging tightly to their frame as they moved. Legs adorned with fishnet stockings, they knelt down to pick up some clothes the Lord had left on the floor. The Lord smiled a bit, a sinister edge to his smile - he knew he could make this servant do anything he wished. All his servants obeyed his every word and whim. They knew to jump from a window if he wished, because if they didn't they would suffer a long and painful death, rather than a quick fall.
The Lord coughed softly to get the servants attention. The servant quickly bought himself to stand up straight, eyes resting straight ahead, not daring to look anywhere else. Eyes lingering over the servant's body, the Lord smiled again as he gingerly slid his feet out from under himself and put his feet on the ground, the hard heels of his boots making a soft thud on the ground.
As he took slow steps towards the still servant, his eyes wandered down to the servant's pants. Every servant had a tailor made uniform to fit their body. This servant, in particular, had one of the most restraining ones. Whenever they moved, every step they took, some part of their body was shown.
Running his hand down the servant's chest, and then around his back, the Lord smiled at the servant. Kissing the servant's neck softly, he wrapped his arms around the servant's waist and smiled as he rested his head on their shoulder. His hands made circles on the servant's stomach, causing them to flinch a bit and bite their lip to hold in the small whimpers and other noises that could escape their mouth.
"What are we doing with you today, Benjamin?" the Lord whispered into the servant's ear, nibbling on the lobe of it softly.
"Whatever you wish, Master Joel." The servant replied in a hushed tone, his eyes now darting around the room nervously.