to be with danger

my plan

Furrowing his brow, type made a face has he was too be sleep to his stomach, he's facial features twitched has he started to come about mentally, he then cleared his throat to then slowly open his eyes to look about, groaning a bit, he's lower was hurting, signing he then started to move from his stomach to his side to then move his head back, Mr. Tyme was there to his back, head to the side to have his arm under his head to be taking in deep breathes.
Type looked him over to then roll his eyes to get slowly out of bed, to then raise his arms up to Streach to then walk about to the dresser to then place on some clothes, he then went about to go to the kitchen to make himself something to eat, grabbing the bowl, type then went to stand under neath the vent to then chew at his food to then eat slowly.
I'm going to have to lose a bit of weight for this, but I think I should be able to escape from there, especially since I don't have that fucking chain to my ankle anymore.
Type then darted his eyes over it to then turn his head to look about.
How am I going to get up there though?
Type turned to look about at the limited amount of furniture, he then widened his eyes has he felt warm arms about him, he then turned his head to look to Mr. Tyme.
"What are you doing?"
Mr. Tyme took in a deep breathe, to then shove his hands into types boxers, one went to his balls to cradle, the other went to his length to start to stroke, type then peered his eyes down to widen them.
"What the......"
Mr. Tyme turned his head to the side to rub his nose up and down types neck.
"Who told you, you can get up?"
Type rolled his eyes.
"I'm hungry. And....nn.... Stop touching me!"
Mr. Tyme lightly chuckled.
"Seems like someone wants to be touched."
Mr. Tyme then took his tongue out to lay it flat to then run it up his neck to then start to kiss, type tensed to start to shutter a bit.
"Mr. Tyme!"
Types bowl started to shake in his hands, mr. Tyme took his hand from types balls to then place it to the bowl to use his body to push his to the kitchen to then place that bowl to the counter to then place his hand back to his sack to play with to lead him back.
Type signed.
"I'm still hungry!"
Mr. Tyme went to his ear.
"I'll give you something to eat."
Type flexed his jaw.
"Cum is not food."
Mr. Tyme chuckled to take them back to bed.
Laying to his stomach type shook his head.
Mr. Tyme then came about, without any clothes, to place a tray of food next to type to sit to the side to eye.
"Didn't know what you would be to craving. Did place chocolate on here."
Type moved up a bit to eye over the food, to then settle back down to place his chin to his arms to look forward.
"Not...... Hungry."
Mr. Tyme rolled his eyes.
"Type, don't be difficult."
Type turned his head the other way.
"Can you just go away?"
"Mm, not with what it inside of you. Now you need to eat "
Type groaned.
"And you need to fuck off! Don't even want children! Why does this suddenly matter?"
"That's true, however since I've learned of this pregnancy, things have hit me a bit. I do need someone to take over what I do."
Type rolled his eyes.
"My baby will not grow up to be like you!"
Mr. Tyme looked over type.
"Why do you even care? You want an abortion, don't even want a child. Why are you so concerned with what role this child will be brought up into? Also, once you give birth your going to be......"
Mr. Tyme gritted his teeth at the last part.
Taking in a deep breathe he then moved about to then push the tray to the side a bit to Hover over type to start to kiss at his body.
Type widened his eyes to then peer them up.
"What are you doing?"
"Mm, seems obvious."
"I can't again."
"Will see."
Mr. Tyme then moved type up a bit so he can place his hands under his body to go to his nipples to play with, type hung his head to moan to become irritated with himself.
Mr. Tyme then placed his erection to types Cheeks to move it up and down to then go to his ear.
"Do you want this? Can go slow."
Type signed and hard.
"You said that last time, that's why my ass hole hurts so much you god damn liar."
"Mm, takes one to know one I guess."
Mr. Tyme then took out his tongue to start to trace types ear lobe.
Types whole body shuttered in pleasure.
"Damnit.....mm.... Stop......nn...."
Mr. Tyme started to drag his erection slower against those cheeks.
"Are you sure?"
Type turned his jaw, his cock was throbbing.
"Fuck! I hate you!"
Type couldn't help but to turn in there embrace to then place his hands to Mr. Tymes face to then bring him to his mouth for a hard kiss to furrow his brow to bend his legs to either side of his body to feel that cock place is tip to his outter to then drive right back in.
After, mr. Tyme was asleep on type, for type to have his head turned to the side to have a fork to his food to be digging right in he eyed what he was too be consuming to be eating everything slowly to savor.
You need to get full on this and then go on a strict diet, you can lose enough weight to get through that air vent and finally escape! I know I can fucking do this!
Type made a face to then peer his eyes down to take in a deep breathe to turn his head to then look back to the tray.
This man is just using you has his own personal whore! He does not love you and will be killing you once this baby is born, you have to escape and get an abortion, there is no other way.......
Type closed his eyes to grit his teeth has a single wet, long, moist tear fell.