The Unwritten Meme... February 2012
Original Meme | January 2012 (7,885 words) | February 2012 (6,028 words) | March 2012 (Pending)
Acceptance of New Prompts is Now CLOSED for February
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Acceptance of New Prompts is Now CLOSED for February
The Rules of the Month
Tell me a story I haven’t written, and I will give you at least 1-3 sentences from or about it. However, at the rate I'm going it will be more ( Read more... )
"But you wanted it," the other many said with a soft chuckle. "Hope it's worth the five grand and the fight you're going to have with that mafia head over there."
"Not worried about the mafia, Tobias. It's the exes that'll get me. Probably try to claim I've been holding out on them."
"And Diane will try to claim that new bit of real estate knowing her."
"She wouldn't stand a chance. Plus, that real estate isn't her type. And speaking of, I better get the real estate secured before someone else tries to butt in. I'll talk to you later, Tobias."
"Enjoy it, Jethro."
Gibbs had worked on his boat for an hour and then enjoyed a cowboy style steak with a beer. He was anxious to check on his new purchase, but he wanted to build the anticipation a bit more. It was never a good idea to rush into these things after all.
Finally, with a full belly and spring in his step, he headed upstairs to his spare bedroom. The seller had offered a delivery service that was too good for Gibbs to pass up, so he wasn't sure what he'd find in the crate that await in the middle of the room.
He plucked the opening instructions off the top and gave them a quick skim. He was tempted to try to peer through the small openings in the crate, but from past experience, he knew they were overlapped with two layers of wood. It would generate airflow but visibility of the contents was prevented.
Glancing up at his fully stocked room, Gibbs was eager to get started. He grabbed the screwdriver from his tool chest in the room and began to loosen the screws that would get him closer to his purchase. Twenty-eight screws later, he was sure the seller took a keen interest in packaging the goods. Gibbs just hoped it was worth it.
With the lid finally loose, Gibbs carefully lifted it away and peered inside. What he saw took his breath away.
There was perfectly smooth, tanned and muscled back. It was blessedly unblemished without a red mark in sight. It set his mind to thinking of what would be best to apply his own marks to that perfect skin. Unable to see much more, Gibbs reached inside and flicked the clasps that would allow him to drop the sides down. Once they were, he reached for the head of the magnificent form and pulled it back with a handful of hair.
Green eyes blinked up at him before hastily lowering again. Gibbs smiled, knowing that his new purchase was going to be the highlight of the last few years of his life. He hadn't felt so alive since the day he purchased Shannon all those years ago.
"Look at me, boy," he snapped, pleased the eyes were instantly locked to his. "You're mine. Doesn't matter who's you were before or what you were."
Gibbs took in the restraints that covered the man. From what he could see, there was what was likely a penis gag in his mouth and cuffs that linked his hands to a belt around his waste. Some type of chastity device was in place that Gibbs would need to explore later and there were cuffs at the boy's ankles.
Thankfully, his throat was free. Gibbs would take care of that soon enough, but first he needed something. With a steady he hand, he reached down and unbuckled the gag from behind his head and pulled what turned out to be a monster out of the boy's throat. Gibbs figured that little talent would bode well for later.
Gibbs let the boy work his jaw for a few moments before he posed the one and only question he needed answered from his new boy.
"What's your name?"
"Tony, Master," came the raspy response and Gibbs was ready to claim his property.
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You kinda made my brain go melty.
BRB, I'll be in my bunk.
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Happy Gaby is happy! :D
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