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Welll this is coming out slightly later than I had hoped… commissions held me up longer than I had hoped BUT WE’RE HERE NOW!
Got some scenarios and short stories for ya! But there’s a lot of reading so dw I included the tldr this time around!
Got a slightly more serious one, you’re fun and horny one, and actually a recycled one because the original idea sucked and I needed a backup shhhh don’t tell anyone
ANYWAYS! Here they are:
Benjiman x Blake
TL;DR: Benjiman and River are bored, so River asks for a story!
Benji shifted in his armchair as he continued to skim through today’s headlines from his iPawpad. Nothing really seemed to catch his attention as he read the article titles; “Israel is quiet on next steps against Iran -- and on which partners helped shoot down missiles.”
“Why Scotland’s ‘ghost’ whisky distilleries are coming back to life.”
“Millionaire Playboy and all-around Bad Boy, Alexander Crow and his controversial public presence.”
Benji came to the conclusion that War, pointless information, and utter garbage was all the news had to offer today… like most days.
He closed the tablet and tossed it onto the adjacent couch, slumping back into his seat as he stared a hole into the coffee table in front of him. There was no work today, the whether was shitty and rainy, so he couldn’t get the yard work done like he’d wanted to, and his last resort of reading the news was just as hopeless as he’d feared. Benji was bored.
His ear rotated involuntary as the soft sound of River’s light frame descended the stairs. “Ey, papi. ¿No trabajas hoy?”
The older dog hummed his response.
“¿Aburrido?” She asked as she rounded where Benji sat and plopped down on the far end of the couch next to him.
“What gave it away?” He asked sarcastically.
There was a momentary silence as River looked around, clearing seeking something to say or suggest to help alleviate her uncle’s boredom. There was no errands to run as River did the grocery shopping yesterday and Benji did most of the housework when he got home from work, neither one of them were really in the mood for a movie, and she couldn’t even rope Benji into ‘helping’ her out with her stream as today was an off-day for her too.
She was about to give up when a thought occurred to her. “Mmmh, oh! Tell me a story?”
Benji looked at his niece quizzically. “A story?”
River nodded, settling into the corner of the couch and grabbing one of the pillows in the middle to hold onto, like she was a kid again. “Yeah! It’s been a while and you don’t really talk about your time serving, so~…” She trailed off.
Benji knew instantly that she was just trying to help, so after a minute of pondering, he decided to humor her. “What about?”
River tilted her head and looked up as she thought. “I want to hear about… hm… Oh!” Her eyes lit up as she looked back to the older shepherd, a mischievous look about her. “You ever fooled around with any of your Army bros?”
“Marines,” Benji corrected automatically, a slight twinge of annoyance in his voice. He knew River only make that ‘mistake’ to tease him. “And yes. It just so happens I do have a story like that. Not really a long story, and I can’t promise it’ll be entertaining.”
“Oh tell it! Tell it!” She said, flapping her hand enthusiastically at him.
Benji sighed and thought back.
Well, I suppose it would have been around 2018? Maybe 2019… Anyways, I was asked to take part in the instruction of a special squad in training. It was made of five members, one from the Marines, the Air Force, the Navy, the Army, and the Interspecies Defense Force. The government wanted to see if we could create a special team with skillsets from each major branch that would excel in every field. Think of em like candidate super-soldiers. I was asked to be a guest instructor because of my time and reputation as a merc before I joined the Marines, and they thought I would give these candidates some insight into special scenarios, like how to conduct operations without the money or backing of the government.
Anyways, I wasn’t really interested in training anyone, but I at least agreed to observe the candidates capabilities before making my decision. They were good, but obviously too green as they hadn’t really seen much combat. I decided that, since I was already there, I’d give them a quick lesson and then shove off the next day. But when I gave them their lesson, I was a little surprised as how quickly they picked things up. So I tested them, pushed them further and further, and I never had to correct any of them more than once. I was impressed, to say the least.
Before I knew it, a day turned into 5 and I was still there training them. Never bothered to learn any of their names since I didn’t think I’d be there that long, but on my sixth and last day there, I decided to take them out for a night to relax after the hell I put them through. I’ll admit, I may have had a little too much to drink… One of the candidates, a lavender coloured husky had been eyeing me all week, and throughout the night kept “accidentally” brushing up against me. Can’t say I disliked the attention, but I wasn’t about to do anything about it there.
Couple hours later I sent the candidates back to base and I headed off to get a hotel room for the night since I don’t like staying on base… only to be followed back to my room by the husky. I made a halfhearted attempt at shooing him, but caved when his hand was down my pants.
”Then we fucked. The end.” Benji said as he crossed his legs, trying to hide the tightening of his pants as he remembered that night.
“Wha-? Where’s the details?!” River exclaimed, frustrated with the abrupt ending. “It’s a real life teacher-student, forbidden fornication kink! I NEED MORE THAN ‘And then we fuck the end…” Tio!”
Benji chewed the inside of his bottom lip as he thought. “It doesn’t really have a happy ending…” He warned.
“What, did you not get off? Was he a lousy lay? Did you puke on him while fucking??”
“No! Dios, pequeño psicópata…” Benji said the last part under his breath.
“Then tell meeeeee~!”
“Argh! Fine!“ Benji relented. “He came in my room, we made out, and got undressed when I saw that he was actually a trans man. Instead of finding a dick, I found a wet pussy.”
River gasped. “Was that a turn off?” She asked around a sly smirk, knowing full well it wasn’t.
“You’re only getting the bullet points now…”
River looked like she was going to complain again, but Benji continued with his story. “I ate him out, he sucked my dick, I came down his throat. We got on the bed, he rode me, bouncing on my cock for a while before I pinned him to the bed and fucked his ass.”
“Did you knot?” River quickly asked, baited anticipation on her face as she asked.
Benji was silent for a long moment, not really wanting to give River the satisfaction of an answer. “… yes…”
She giggled.
“Afterwards we took a shower, neither one of us really talking or trying to get to know each other as it was just a one-time-thing. I was worried it might be awkward, but we went another round in before we even got out of the shower, and twice more on the bed again.”
“Damn, unc…”
“At some point we passed out, and the next morning he was gone. Didn’t even occur to me until then that I never caught his name.”
Silence filled the room as River waited, but Benji stayed quiet. “Well…? What happened next?”
“You sure? I told you-” Benji started but was cut off but the younger shepherds annoyed sigh.
“Oh my gawwwwdddd just tell me!”
“Alright… few years later I decide to ask around about the special group and start finding things out. Apparently they had been given test drugs; the physical enhancement type that had too many side effects to be worth it. Not only did they not really work, but it killed one of the candidates and drove another one insane. Another two were K.I.A and the last one was badly injured. I heard he made a full recovery, but is physically unable to keep up with the demands of the job anymore and is now living a civilian life.”
“Well, which one was the one you-”
“Don’t know. At that point everything had been covered up. As you can imagine, the Government doesn’t really want a story like that to get out. So the one I was with has a 3/5 chance of being dead, or a 1/5 chance of being a loon.” Benji said. “Not great odds.”
River was quiet for a moment, contemplating Benji’s story. “Damn… Why didn’t you tell me the story didn’t have a happy ending?!” She asked in faux frustration. Her attempt at lightening the mood.
“I did! But you had to be nosey!”
“Two lovers…” River narrated dramatically. “Separated by their evil government! Never to find their one true love again…!”
“I barely knew the guy…”
“Oh~ cruel world!” She threw her hand over head, as though she just couldn’t stand the thought of it.
Benji shook his head and stood up from his chair. “Whatever, drama queen. I’m gonna go make some elote. You want some?”
“Yes please!” She said sweetly, dropping her act immediately.
Junpei x Boe:
TL;DR: Boe needs money and Junpei scouts him for a job… with benefits
Boe rubbed his temples in contemplation. What the hell was he supposed to do now? He was $49,872 in debt now that his parents disowned him and weren’t paying his student loans anymore. He had a part time job but it barely payed $240 a week and that’s before taxes. He’s in school for another 4 years before he can take his residency and earn certification before he can even start making any real money is the field he’s studying for, and that’s not even counting more of the loans he’s going to have to take out just to complete his degrees…
The marble fox slumped back in his desk chair, purposely looking away from the outrageous numbers on the papers before him. He contemplated how many jobs he could realistically work while still being able to study and go to classes on time, but no matter what combination of jobs or how much sleep time he mentally sacrificed, the numbers never ended in his favour.
He considered selling some of his things, but he didn’t really posses anything valuable. He thought about calling his grandparents back in Japan to ask for some assistance, but they weren’t made of money and besides that, didn’t know if they’ve side with him or his parents. Jessi had been buying Boe food for the past few weeks, and would be doing more if Boe let him, but the other fox wasn’t the most financially stable either for his own reasons, so Boe couldn’t rightly ask any more of him.
There was one person that came to mind that could make this whole problem disappear in a matter of seconds… For the briefest of moments, Boe considered calling Alex… The wolf had a strange infatuation with him and while they were friends once, Boe can’t say that he particularly likes the idea of being in debt to someone like… that…
He proposed a hypothetical to himself. Let’s say he did ask Alex for the money… how would it go down? Alex would certainly agree. To someone like that, financially supporting Boe would be pennies and dimes. But what would be the consequences? Alex would know that Boe wouldn’t be able to pay him back, at least not for another 6 or more years and even then, Alex isn’t the type to ask for money back. No, Alex would want favours. And Boe knows exactly what kind of favours Alex would want from him.
Alex has been nipping at the fox’s heels for years now, constantly asking him out or, more literally, into his bed. If it was just sex, well… Boe could probably live with that, but… how much is sex worth to someone who already has as much sex as they could ever want? How many times would Boe have to satisfy someone he dislikes? How long would he have to be under the wolf’s thumb? Or just… “under” the wolf in general?
Could he live like that…?
No… Boe shook his head, forcing that train of thought to derail. No, he’d rather starve than go begging to a jackass like him.
But even that’s not unrealistic, especially in this predicament…
There was another option. Boe heard a tiny voice in the back of his mind reminding him of the job offer he got a few weeks ago. He had been walking back to the dorms after his shift ended at the convenience store when he ran into his massive elephant who seemed to have been observing him as he got closer. Boe just thought he might be a creep at first, until the elephant introduced himself as ‘Junpei’ and explained that he owned a strip joint not far from there and said that Boe has the looks to be a performer there if he wanted to audition. Boe declined, but still politely took the elephants business card “In case you change your mind.”
The fox reached over to snatch his quite barren wallet from the side of the desk and fished out the business card from within. TRUNC in bid black letters adorned the front, and on the back was Junpei’s name and contact info. Boe turned the card over between his fingers absent mindedly as he thought about giving the elephant a call.
It’s not like he had a lot of options… and when he bumped into the elephant on the street, while he never said anything concrete, he did elude to a pretty hefty paycheck if Boe decided to work for him…
Boe sighed. It’s just an interview. If I don’t like what I hear, I don’t have to accept. He told himself. And with that, he pulled his phone from his pocket.
~*~
The following day, Boe found himself standing in front of the tall black doors to TRUNC. To the side of the doors was a glass panel describing the clubs open and closing times, almost each day read; OPEN: 8:00pm to 5:00am. Except Tuesday nights where they were always closed. Boe was concerned that the night shift might take too much time away from his sleep and study schedule, but Junpei had told him over the phone that his performers only worked 2-4 hour shifts, and only worked more if they wanted to.
Overcoming the nerves and trying not to think too hard about what he was doing, Boe turned and started walking around the building towards the back entrance where Junpei had said would be unlocked for him as it was still the middle of the day and the club wasn’t open yet.
Reaching the door and stepping through, Boe found himself in a dimly lit concrete hallway with big metal doors lining each wall. Junpei had told him to just come in, but Boe is just now realizing that he wasn’t told where to go after that.
He walked slowly down that hall, ears perked and listening to each door he passed to try and hear if there was any signs of life behind any of them. After making it about halfway down the hall, a door to the right at the end creeped open and out stomped the massive elephant. “Mh, ya made it!” He said, or more closer to shouted. The elephant spoke loudly and with confidence, which only reverberated off the enclosed hallway and concrete walls and made Boe reflexively drop his ears before realizing the gesture was a bit rude and forcing them back up.
“Nice to see you again.” Boe said politely, quickly closing the distance between then and holding out his hand for a handshake, which Junpei accepted, nearly lifting Boe off his feet in the process.
“Likewise! C’mon, lemme show ya the place real quick before we get started.” Junpei said, not wasting any time in showing the fox around.
Through the door at the end of the hallway, Boe found himself being led through another hallway, but this one was painted dark burgundy with a black carpet and much nicer looking doors. A floral scent permeated the air, poorly masking the underlying smell of cleaning chemicals. If anything, the area reminded Boe of the hallways you’d find in a hotel.
Through another set of doors and they were in the main club room. It was pretty impressive, plenty of tables and booths for patrons, several mini platforms and poles for the performers, one large stage to their left, and nearly every surface adorned with multiple lights. Off the right was a decent sized bar with a wall of booze behind it. Looking up, Boe saw the mezzanine floor that wrapped around 3 out the 4 walls of the room, four black spiraling staircases in each corner their means for access.
“Welcome to the main hub, where most of the action happens.” Junpei swept an arm before him. “We’ll have you on the side stages at first once we get you a bit of some dance lessons. Until then, you’ll just be bussin’ tables and socializing with the clientele for the first few nights. Get a feel for things ‘round here, yaknow?”
“Alright.” Boe said plainly as he scanned the room.
“How do you feel about groping?” Junpei asked suddenly, shocking Boe as he snapped his attention to the elephant. “I ask because this place can get pretty ‘hands-on’ if ya know what i mean. If touching is a no-no, you’ll be set up with a red collar and armband as part of your uniform. Clients know that means ‘no-touchy.’ If it happens anyways, you come tell me or any of the security guys and we’ll make sure it don’t happen again.” He explained.
Boe nodded, understanding while he thought about the question.
Not waiting for answer, Junpei continued. “You don’t gotta answer right now. You can decided whatever you want whenever. And besides, it’s not like it’s a one-time decision. You can always take or put the collar on whenever you want. Now, C’mon, let’s head back towards my office.” He said, turning around to back through doors.
“These,” Junpei said as they walked, waving his massive hand towards the doors on either side of the hall. “Are the Fuck Rooms. Customers can buy anywhere between 30 minutes to hour to bang in these rooms. They get cleaned and sanitized thoroughly after every visit. We got several different style of rooms too. Hotel style rooms. Tropical style rooms. Dungeon style rooms. You name it. Client’s can also pay to fuck the staff too. Anyone that wants to be on the list is on it, anyone that don’t want that kinda action is strictly off limits. I make sure that no one here is pressured into nothin’ they don’t wanna do and every act of fuckage under my roof is completely consensual.”
Boe’s ear twitched as he followed the elephant. Did I walk into a club or a brothel?
They made it back to the concrete hallway and stopped before the door Junpei entered from before. He waved his hand again down the hallway. “Most of those are changing rooms, rec rooms, and bathrooms. Nothin’ impressive and I’m sure you’re ready to get this audition goin’.” He commented as he opened the door and lead the fox into his office.
Compared to the rest of the building the office was surprisingly small and bland. The stone room didn’t have much other than a black leather couch to the left of the door, a large desk for its equally large user that held a desktop monitor and keyboard and two chairs, one behind, one in front, and a filing cabinet off in the far corner. Junpei walked around to sit at his desk gestured for Boe to sit opposite him.
“So, down to brass tax… hours are flexible, I make the schedule weekly every Tuesday, so get me your schedules requests before then and I’ll do my best to get you the nights you want. For the first week you’ll just have 2 hour shifts. After you’re settled in you can work as long as ya want. Like I mentioned earlier, You’ll just be takin’ orders and cleanin’ tables for the first couple nights and we’ll have some of the other performers show you the ropes and get you some lessons. Uhhh what else? Pay starts at $17 an hour and bumps up to $23 an hour after two months. Any tips you make are yours and yours alone, though performance tips get split up between all the dancers involved and I do take a cut outta that for commission. Any questions so far?”
Boe thought for a moment. “Is there any pay differences between someone who wears the ‘no-touch’ collar and someone who doesn’t?”
The elephant shook his head. “Nope. Not from me, anyways. Though someone who wears the collar typically makes less in tips than someone who doesn’t.”
Boe nodded. That makes sense. “And what about… uhm… having your name on the… ‘List”?”
Junpei smirked, keeping a level gaze into Boe’s eyes. “55% of the fees goes to me and the cleaning staff and supplies. 45% goes to the staff member getting fucked. For reference, the typical rate for a 30 minute session is $400, though the price depends on the day, and if there’s a bidding war or not. Among other factors… Talent, popularity, etc. That kinda shit.”
“Bidding war?”
“Yup. Doesn’t happen too often, but every now and then, a few clients might want to fuck one my staff and may want ‘first dibs’ if you will, on who can fuck em first. So the higher payer gets the first crack.”
Though his face was as neutral as it always was, Boe could feel his cheeks begin to redden at the thought of multiple people throwing money at him for a chance to get in his pants. Not so different from a certain wolf he knew, but the most important difference being that they aren’t him…
“And of course,” Junpei continued, spreading his hands over the desk. “The staff member in question always has the right to turn anyone down for any reason, even if their name is up on the list. Even if they make it as far back into one of the rooms and they change their minds, that’s it. And I’ve got plenty of security here on any given night to make sure it stays safe. Even got cameras in every room.”
The more Boe heard, the more tempting the job offer was. He wasn’t crazy about whoring himself out, but… The money sounded really good…
“What does…” Boe began to ask slow, double and triple checking with himself to make sure he knew what he was about to ask. “What does one have to do to be… qualified… for that sort of position…?”
Junpei’s grin widened as his hands disappeared beneath the desk. Boe could hear the sound of a belt unbuckling and a zipper unzipping as the elephant stood up from his chair. “That,” He said, tucking his thumbs under the waistband of the black underwear he wore as he slowly stepped around the desk. “Requires a different-…” He pulled the hem of the under way down, revealing a gargantuan sized cock, and tucked the hem under the equally large balls. “-type of audition…” He said, stopping just in front of Boe as the fox caught a whiff of the man’s scent. “If you’re interested in expediting the process, that is.”
Boe gulped. Even soft the elephants cock was bigger than his forearm. He considered backing out. There was no way he could go through with this, until an image of the bills spread across his desk reminded him why he was here in the first place…
Looking up into Junpei’s dark, eerily blue eyes, Boe stole himself and reached up, grasping the impossibly massive meat before him…
August x Sadhbh:
TL;DR: August meets up with a hookup… and his wife wants to watch!
August’s heart was pounding. This was so exciting and nerve wracking! He’s done similar stuff before, especially for his OF account, but something about a more ‘private’ hookup always gave him the jitters. And with a married man, too!
August has been in contact with this hunk of a horse named Sadhbh for a little while now. They’ve been teasing each other for weeks; sending photos, saying sweet nothings, telling the other what they wanted to do to them. August was ready to burst! And since Sadhbh was the one to invite the horny sheep over tonight, he was just as eager.
August fidgeted as he sat in his seat, occasionally jostled by the taxi he sat in. He was a few minutes away and was getting impatient, checking his phone for any new messages from Sadhbh, and eyeing the previous message from him saying that there’d be a surprise in store for the sheep when he got there.
When the taxi pulled up to a quaint house in the suburbs and let him out, August just stood and stared for a moment, collecting himself even as the taxi drove off. He couldn’t get his pulse to behave, and already his minishorts were getting tighter and tighter by the second, becoming nearly unbearable! Taking a deep breath, August double checked the address Sadhbh had sent and walked up to the door. He knocked… and then waited.
His mind was starting to run faster. He wondered if the photos he’s received would do the horse any justice. He wondered how tall Sadhbh actually was. He wondered if Sadhbh’s dick was as big as it looks… August’s own hardening cock jumped at the thought… then the door opened…
August held his breath… then tilted his head in confusion as he looked back a short, white-furred tigress standing in the doorframe. Did-… did he get the wrong house?
“Oh! Hello!” She greeted sweetly. “Did you find the place okay?”
“U-uh…” August stuttered, perplexed. “S-sorry, I think I might’ve got the wrong address…”
“Hm? You’re August, right?” She asked.
“Y-yeah…?”
“Then you’ve come to the right place! I’m Dr. Halimah Hayes, but everyone just calls me Honey.” She introduced herself, taking the sheep by the arm and practically dragging him through the door. “My husband, Sadhbh, should be finishing up his shower upstairs. He’ll be down any minute.”
Wait, husband? So then she’s his wife?! August knew that Sadhbh was in an open relationship, but he didn’t know she’d be here! He assumed she’d be out of town, or, at the very least, not at home when he got here! Does she know why August was here? She must. She knew his name, so Sadhbh must have told her about him.
Honey lead the sheep through the hall and into the living room, where she sat him down on the very comfortable couch. “Can I get you anything in the meantime? Water? Wine?” She asked, already making her way back to the hall and (assumedly) to the kitchen.
“O-oh, uh… no thank you.” August managed to respond through his haze of confusion at the situation.
She smiled back at him and was about to round the corner when they both heard a door opening upstairs. Honey paused and then redirected herself towards the stairs. “Sadhbh!” She called up the stairs, barely loud enough to be called a ‘yell’. “August is here!”
“Be right down.” A deep, Irish accented voice replied.
Honey shot another smile at August before disappearing back into the hall.
Left alone, August looked around the room, trying to resist the urge to dwell on his confusion. The house seemed really nice, or at least nicer than the little apartment he lives in. Photos of the couple lined the mantle along with what looked to be some family members, though, curiously, August spotted much more horses than tigers. Intelligent looking books filled the shelf off to the left, most of which seemed to be about physics and analytics. And on the perpendicular shelf, model cars and trucks, memorabilia, and photo-books.
Looking around, they seemed to just be your average, loving married couple. August almost had second thoughts about his motivation in coming here, but he reminded himself that this was actually Sadhbh’s idea and that he wasn’t, in fact, about to wreck this couple’s marriage.
August’s thoughts were halted by the sound of creaking stairs. Looking over, he saw the hooves first, shiny and light brown. Then came the muscular bare legs that looked like they could crush a watermelon. August blushed when he saw the dark coloured mottled junk, hefty and swaying with every step. And then the rest of the handsome horse emerged. August couldn’t help himself from staring at Sadhbh’s heavy equipment, he might have even started drooling.
“Like what you see?” The horse asked, stepping into the living room and giving August a good show. He spread his legs in a wide stance, letting his big balls swing freely between them.
August could only nod in agreement, unable to respond. Though he wouldn’t be able to if he wanted, as Honey reappeared behind the horse, carrying a glass of wine in one hand, and a cold beer in the other. Seeing her reminded August of the somewhat awkward situation he was in with her being here.
Sadhbh didn’t seem to notice her, and Honey decided to capitalize on this by bending over with the cold beer in her hand, and holding the bottle up between the horses legs, letting his swinging balls collide with the frigid glass.
Sadhbh jumped and yelped, shouting something in Irish. It surprised August as much as it did Sadhbh, while Honey laughed and carried on. “Oh stop being such a show-off!” Honey laughed. “You’re pretty. We both know it.” She held out the beer bottle to Sadhbh, who took it, grumbling something about ‘friendly teasing’, and August couldn’t help but giggle. All the hesitation and doubt evaporating from his mind.
The horse popped the cap off with his teeth (which August had to admit was a little hot) and glanced at Honey’s wineglass. “You didn’t get anything for our guest?” Sadhbh asked, unbelieving.
Honey took a seat in an armchair facing the couch. “He didn’t want anything.”
Sadhbh took a glance over at August, who was starting to feel a little like a third-wheel, and took a swig before grinning wickedly. “Oh~ I know…” He cooed before sauntering over to where the sheep was seated, stopping right in front of him so that he was eye-level with Sadhbh’s junk. “He just wanted… something ‘else’s to drink.”
August gulped as his faced turned red. The mottled cock was already twitching and growing before his eyes. “Isn’t that right, cutie?” Sadhbh asked, his hand landing on the wool of August’s head.
He shot a nervous look over at Honey, who was watching with obvious interest and winked back at him, letting August know it was fine with her. He looked up at Sadhbh, who smirked and flexed his hardening cock as an impatient invitation.
August reached up and his heard jumped a little when he caressed the large globes in his palm, feeling the slight stubble of hair and the heat racing from them. Sadhbh’s cock jumped again, getting bigger and bigger! He brought his nose closer to his prize, licking his lips and inhaling. He could mostly only smell whatever minty shampoo Sadhbh used, but there was an unmistakable male musk that he detected, and his shorts got tight again.
“Go ahead, sweetheart.” Sadhbh encouraged, moving his hips forward so that the tip of his dick kissed Augusts nose. “Let’s see what you’ve got…”
As always, pick your two favourite scenarios! I’ll leave the poll open until Thursday the 18th!
And ofc… thank you so very much for the support and participation ❤️
Comments
Blais Bear
Ugh, I have been BEGGING for more Blake and this is E V E R Y T H I N G that I could've dreamed of. 😩
