Dear Ballbusting Community,
The poll will be open until Tuesday, October 8th.
https://take.supersurvey.com/poll5290427x949689CC-159
Chase just received four stories in which he got to star in...who is next? You get to decide!
Happy Voting.
Jimmy
Dear Ballbusting Community,
The poll will be open until Tuesday, October 8th.
https://take.supersurvey.com/poll5290427x949689CC-159
Chase just received four stories in which he got to star in...who is next? You get to decide!
Happy Voting.
Jimmy
Accidents Happen
by Jimmy
Eager, and inpatient Chase tests out the
cuffs on his wrists. They feel good locking into place above his head.
Restrained, Chase tugs. The muscles strain in an attempt to free himself, the
curves of his biceps tense as he tests the new set-up. No matter how he pulls,
and wiggles there is no give besides from the slight movement of the chains of
above, and the sharp click of the metal links clanging against each other.
“Perfection.”
Chase smiles up and then moves his key between his
fingers and slowly lowering it into the lock. He misses the first time, but is
patient as he readjusts the small metal piece. The tip slides in and Chase’s
Cheshire Cat grin widens, all his teeth showing as he slowly and purposely
twists the key.
A bang downstairs causes him to freeze, and Chase twists
his neck as his blue eyes sharpen towards the sound. Chase’s clever blue eyes point
at his open doorway hoping that was Esmeralda already left for the day with the
closing of the door and not coming back upstairs to clean something else. He
forgot that she was still here, but the soft padding of socked feet on the stairs
tells Chase that this is a much larger human triggering his ears to familiar
pattern of foot falls. Chase knows those footsteps: it’s Logan.
Not wanting to be caught he turns back, and flinches as
his sweaty palm slips its grip on the tiny back of the key and watches
helplessly as he strains in his binds as the key drops. He reaches once to
catch the glimmer of metal but he is too slow. It seems to take a moment as the
thin silver key is lost between his legs. It clicks regretfully on
the wooden beams and stares up at him unhelpfully.
“Shiiiit” Chase curses, louder than he wanted to. His
frustration and he hormones overwhelming his intelligence to test out the new
and latest toys.