to be with danger

fuck! not in this way!

Sitting to the edge of the balcony, type tilted his head to the side to look over the fenced yard, to then sign to turn to then kick his legs has they were to either side of the wall, to then look down has his hands were to the top of the wood to take in a very deep breathe.
I need to get something on this son of a bitch, then make sure he is locked up for the rest of his life.
Type then moved his body back to the wall to place his head to it to feel the cold.
Him wanting me to go to these business meetings, Might be the trick. Could here something to take him down.
Type signed to then get off the wall to then go back into his place to put his hand to his neck to then rub.
God, I need a fucking cigarette!
Going in he went straight to his couch to then lay down, to place his hands behind his head to look up.
You can not let this asshole win, you can beat him, rather he knows what you are and you can't read him like you can with all the others, you can bring him down!
Type shuffled about a bit to then go to his side to then close his eyes.
I know I can get you Mr. Tyme! Know I can and then I will be done with this fucking mission and live a normal life! I will not allow what I was technically made for dictate my life!
Type signed.
I am not mother fucking gay damnit!
Type then wrapped his arms about himself to take in deep breathes until he fell asleep.
The next morning, type got ready and quick to place the recorder in his pants to then go forth. To the building, he went in to then stop in the lobby to grit his teeth has he looked over Mr. Tyme.
"Yes?"
Mr. Tyme smirked to then step towards him.
"We are going to your first meeting. I need you to look at everyone. Then we debrief. Know that will be easy for you. Given what you are."
Type took in a deep breathe to then roll his eyes.
"Let's just get this over with."
Mr. Tyme looked type up and down.
"Seems someone is in a mood. You need to stop that this instance. Do your job."
Type Furrowed his brow to watch mr. Tyme turn to go forth. Type then rolled his eyes at that tone to then follow.
To the board meeting room, type looked and the empty seats to then go to the one to the back to then settle in to then look to mr. Tyme who went to the front chair to place his hands to it to say a name and what they did, type watched has Mr. Tyme went to every chair to do the same to then go and sit right next to him to wrap his arms about to eye.
"Remember all of them and what they do?"
Type nodded.
"Good. I need you to be at your height of professionalism."
Types eyes narrowed.
"Can say the same regarding you."
Mr. Tyme lightly chuckled to then turn his head to eye some of them to come in to then stand to go to each, type sat there to then place on his recorder to then look down has Mr. Tyme came back to place a set of files before him to then sit down to look forward.
Type did the same after he open n the packet to then look at each has they spoke or was sitting there.
Mr. Tyme then peered his eyes to type to then smirk.
Taking off his shoe, he then manuvered himself to then place his foot to types crotch to then move it up and down.
Type froze to then part his lips a bit to then look at mr. Tyme who was looking to the side at someone, has held no facial expressions.
Type took in deep breathes to then take a hand down to then move his foot away to then look about the room, to then sign. Mr. tyme brought up that foot and did the same action.
Type gulped to then shake his head a bit.
Why in the hell is he doing this! What the fuck! He wanted me to be professional and yet he is..... He is....
Types whole body started to shutter a bit, he couldn't comprehend this feeling, his eyes widened to then peer his eyes down.
How in the fucking hell am I...... Hard! I've never been this hard ever! Even when ceto touched me there I never......ugh!
Type then got up and quick to grab the files to then place to his private area to then leave in a rush.
Everyone to that room watched him go.
Mr. Tyme then got up to eye each of them.
To a far off room, that was not surrounded by glass, type threw the files down to a table to then place his hands palms down to it to then shake his head and hard.
"What the fuck was that!?"
Type then tensed to hear Mr. Tyme behind him.
"Stealing my words I see.*
Type signed and hard to then straighten up to slowly turn off the recorder to his pants to then wrap his arms himself to look down.
"Has I was to do my job when I looked around....."
Mr. Tyme went to stand behind to eye type up and down.
"We need to talk why you left."
Type rolled his eyes.
"You know why. You want me to be professional then you do something like that. Why!"
Mr. Tyme took another step forward to then place his hand to types ass.
Type widened his eyes.
"What the fuck are you doing!?"
"I've been reading a bit about what you are. Mainly from a manga. When you get..... Do you become wet from here?"
Mr. Tyme then pointed his finger to probe his hole.
Type then turned and quick to then push mr. Tyme back.
"What in the mother fucking hell are you doing!?"
Mr. Tyme slowly looked up to then take another step to type to then push, place him to the table, to then place his hands to his chest to then push him fully to his back, to then wrap his hands to his Wrists to look him over.
"I'm sure you know exactly what I am getting at."
Types eyes widened to then be able to get out of mr. Tymes hold to then get up to push him back to then get off to shake his head.
"You are insane. I have also told you I am very much straight!"
Mr. Tyme raised an eye brow to then slowly look down to his private area.
"Sure you are."
Type looked him up and down a bit confused to then sign.
He had a very evident hard on.
"So.... Back to my earlier question, do you become wet like a woman?"
Type shook his head.
"I'm not going to deal with this."
Type tried to go around to then be thrown to the table, to then look up to breathe heavily has he looked to mr. Tyme who then stepped closer.
"Oh yes you will, why, because this aspect of yourself I do find interesting."
Type took in a very deep breathe.
"Then go home and read that manga of yours."
Type then brought his arm up to try to move mr. Tyme to try to go forth just for him to then turn type, to bend him over the table to place his arms behind his back, to then take a free hand to his boxers that were under his pants, to then place two fingers about his hole.
Type turned his head to look back to squirm.
"Knock it off! I'm not gay!"
Mr. Tyme laughed.
"You are a giant idiot to think that way. Yes you are. You are designed to...."
Type started to thrash more.
"I can be whatever I want!"
Mr. Tyme then raised an eye brow to then look down.
"That you can. And right now, you're going to be gay."
Types whole body tensed has he felt two fingers make themselves into his sopping wet cavity to go in and out.
"Ah...... So you do get wet like a women."
Types mouth started to salivate, he had never once placed anything in there, and it just felt to good.
He then squeezed his eyes tightly shut.
"Fuck!"
Type then moved and quick to thrash his way out to try to get free of Mr. Tyme, for him to then place type over again to the table to then move quick to pull down his pants and boxers to throw to then place a hand to his neck to pin type down to his back to then unbutton to unzip his pants has he stood , in-between types legs that were apart, to then start to hit types hole that was leaking.
Types eyes widened to place his hands to mr. Tymes arm to try to get it off.
"Don't you fucking dare! Damnit let me go! I will not lose my virginity this way!"
Mr. tyme stopped to then look up to breathe heavily.
"Your a....."
Type whimpered to then place his feet to the edge of the table to close his legs a bit to tremble.
Mr.tyme then placed his free hand to his knee to then move his legs away to fully eye over type.
"In what way do you want to lose your virginity?"
Type took in a deep breathe and go with honesty.
"In love.... With a woman. Now let me go!"
Mr. Tyme took in a deep breathe to then look over type.
"I am sorry, however that is not going to happen."
Types eyes widened to then lift his head back has he felt Mr. Tymes cock make itself into his very wet cavity.
"No!"
Mr.tyme even heavier to grit his teeth to then thrust his full speed, he could not control himself.
Type then clawed at Mr. Tymes arm to breathe hard.
"Faaaaa...... This hurts! Take it out!"
"I'm...... Sorry....I can't..... Your hole is just so......god.... You feel amazing inside!"
Type then curled his bottom lip inward with the pain and pleasure to start to move his groan a bit, he's mind was screaming for this to stop however his body was wanting more.
"Shit! Give me your cum!"
Types eyes popped open for him to place his hands over his mouth.
Why in the fuck did I say that!
Mr. Tyme couldn't help but lightly chuckle to then look up.
"Know that is not coming from your mind, but you're body. Mm.... Took your.... Birth control? I can't..... Hold back!"
Type removed his hands to place them back to his.
"Don't you fucking dare!"
"Can't...... Help it! You just feel so....."
Mr. tyme raised his head back to thrust even harder to then place a hand to types very harden cock to stroke.
Type tensed to then lift his head back to thrust into that cooling hand.
Ah god! Why is this happening!?
Type made a hard face to then somehow get mr. Tymes hand from his throat to then sit up to wrap his legs and arms about him to then move his body with his thrusts and stroking to want more has he internally was screaming for this to stop.