To a meeting, type darted his eyes about the table to eye each and every person to then peer his eyes down to the piece of paper to record what he was too be observing.
Mr. Tyme made a face has he was hearing one of them to talk to then turn his head a bit to look at type to widened his eyes.
Feeling a foot to his, type then peered his eyes to the side to eye over Mr. Tyme to then roll his eyes to then look back to the paper to shake his head.
Mr. tyme nodded to then look back to them.
After the meeting, Mr. Tyme had let everyone else out, to then close and lock the door to then go to type.
Type signed when he heard the lock. He then got up to keep his eyes down to then start to move away from mr. Tyme.
Going close, Mr. Tyme placed himself a bit to the table to sit, to then wrap his arms about has he watched type inch away from him.
"What are you doing?"
Type took in a deep breathe to move a bit away.
"Do not know what you are talking about. Now I need to go home and type all these things up."
Type then turned to place the papers between his arm and his body to start to go about.
"Not so fast type. I'm over this..... Behivor of yours. It's been a month, so very surprised we haven't...."
Type took in a very deep inhale to lose his composure a bit to then look at mr. tyme with a hard look.
"There is no we! Also I am just doing my job! Go find someone else for your..... depravity and leave me out of it."
Type then started to go about, Mr. Tyme then got off the table to then turn to watch him get to the door.
"Not so fast type, tonight I have a field trip."
Type hung his head to groan.
"I am not interested."
Mr. Tyme lightly laughed to go about the table to stand behind him.
"That's not an option, mm..... But if you would like it to be....."
Mr. Tyme then extended a finger to use it to probe types hole.
Type widened his eyes to then turn and quick has the papers fell all about, to then wrap his hands to his wrist to eye him in anger.
"Don't you fucking touch me!"
You've taken enough from me!
Mr. Tyme smiled to then take his wrist away to then start to step closer to type.
Type moved back until he was pressed to the door.
"Pick up this mess and follow me."
Type gritted his teeth, to then watch Mr. Tyme go about him to open the other door to go through.
Type took in deep breathes to then crouch down to pick up the papers to then stack them to then follow to not be happy with this, however it had been over a month and he still hadent gotten anything, just sexual harassment.
Going about, type followed Mr. Tyme all the way outside until they got to then car, to then get in where type moved has far to the side has he could to place the papers to his lap.
"Where are we going?"
Mr. Tyme smiled to look forward to not utter a word.
Type looked to him for a moment to then roll his eyes to then turn his head to look out the window.
"It's about dinner, I am hungry."
Mr. Tyme turned his head to eye over him.
"There will be food there."
Type flexed his jaw.
"And where is there?"
Mr. Tyme lightly laughed to look back forward.
Type took in a very long inhale.
What are you planning?
Parked, type looked down to see Mr. Tyme grab the papers to place to the side to then look at him to motion with his head for them to get out.
Type made a hard face.
"What is going on Mr. Tyme?"
Mr. Tyme raised an eye brow.
"Get out of the car and you will see."
Type gulped at what he saw over Mr. Tymes face to then get out slowly. He might not be able to read Mr. Tyme all the time however sometimes he could and type could tell this was not going to be good.
Out, type looked over the building to make a face, it looked abandoned.
He then looked down has Mr. Tyme grabbed his wrist to start to pull.
Type thrashed a bit, he didn't feel well about this.
"Mr. Tyme let go!"
"Don't think you want that, especially with where I brought you."
Type made a nervous face to stop trying to get out of this hold to then look about.
What are you going to do Mr. tyme? Where did you bring me?
Going through the building type could see it was starting to look done up, going further they stopped for type to see nothing but candles, purple and black drapping.
He then tensed has he saw a man come about to look to mr. Tyme to then eye type up and down to then nod, type was feeling very highly confused.
Going further in, type saw a lone chair to the middle of the room, he then raised an eye brow to then take his free hand to his recorder to switch it on, to then be placed to that chair a bit abruptly.
He then looked up at mr. Tyme.
"What the...."
Mr. Tyme lightly chuckled to then move back to place himself to the wall to eye over type with a giant smile.
Type looked him over confused to then turn his head to look forward.
Another guy then came out, with nothing but a g string, he eyed type to then look to Mr. Tyme.
Mr. Tyme shook he's head to then motion to type.
Types eyes narrowed.
What the hell is this!
Type then looked over this other who then raised his hands to then clap to then go to type to start to dance a bit in front of him.
Type moved his head back to then wrap his arms about.
What the fuck is this!
Type then turned his head has two others came about from the shadows to un wrap his arms to smile at him.
Type made a disgusted face, to then have to look forward has this other started to dance on him.
Type rolled his eyes to sign to then turn his head to look over at mr. Tyme, he then looked down to see a guy to his knees in front of mr. Tyme to place his hands to his pants to start to undo.
Types eyes widened to start to breathe heavily.
The boy who danced in front of him, could feel type start to get hard, smiling he turned to then start to open his shirt.
Types eyes bulged to then turn his head to look down.
"Hey!"
The other stopped to look up to then eye mr. Tyme.
"Keep going, he's shy also he is a...."
Type snapped his head to the side to give mr. Tyme a glare.
"Don't you fucking dare!"
Mr. Tyme then shrugged.
The other darted his eyes to then open types shirt to then move his hands all over his bare chest to then start to take his hands lower.
Type tensed to then look down.
He didn't want this, he wanted.
Type then made a hard face has he thought of Mr. Tyme doing this to him.
Hearing a soft moan, type turned his head to see Mr. Tyme with a hand to the boys head to grip his hair to be looking at type with a very wide smile.
Type narrowed his eyes.
The boy then got his dick out to then eye it confused, type had gone limp.
Type then shook his head to then get out of this hold to then bring up a foot to then kick this boy back to then get up to fix himself to then go about.
Mr. Tyme laughed to then push the other boys head to the side to then go after.
"Saw you were hard. What ended up happening?"
Type turned to go to mr. Tyme to push him to the wall.
"What the fuck is wrong with you! Why did you take me here!"
Mr. Tyme brought up his hands to then start to pry type from him to dart his eyes over.
"To learn. And you've taught me something, important. Now you said you were hungry. Come on."
Type took back his hands to then turn his head to eye over him has he walked away.
What the hell!
Type signed to then shut off the recorder, to not to know the night was not over yet.
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to be with danger
Fanfictionto a world where one generation of men were selected to go under a mysterious procedure when they were in the wombs of there mother's, they were often ridiculed, to be treated very badly and differently from the rest, many hide while others kept wha...
