Once upon a time, in a far away kingdom, lived a man who went by the name of Shrek. He lived in a decent swamp and owned decent clothing. Shrek was content with what he was given, and wished for nothing more. He had friends, a wonderful job, food, a decent surplus of money, and all of the basic necessities. But there was one thing missing from poor Shrek's life: Love. He had searched far and wide for a lady with which he could share his wonderful life and potentially bear children with. One day, he decided to try a new approach at love.
He opened a Tinder account in the hopes of eventually crossing paths with a maiden as fair as possible. Shrek spent his first day of ownership on the account simply making himself seem as kind and approachable as he could. He did so very well. Within but one minute of his account completion, messages were flying in from all the ladies of his town. Women flirted and flirted, and Shrek responded in the perfect manner, but something did not seem right to Shrek. He had yet to find his princess, his royal jewel, his lady of the land.
After weeks of meeting maidens but declining to go any further, Shrek decided to walk the streets of his beautiful town. With his head down, he wandered the roads, glancing up every now and then to admire the glorious scenery of his town. As the sun set, Shrek sighed and began to walk back to his house. He took step after step, not considering how much more dangerous the city became in the dark. As he stalked through an alley -- his shortcut to home -- his path was cut off by a muscular man in a dark suit. In the man's hand, Shrek could see a silver item glimmering in the faint light of the street lamp overhead. He gulped and took a slow step back. The man took two steps closer and then stopped, running his eyes up and down Shrek's body. "My name is Hitler and I have been sent here to end your life." A sudden shiver rippled down his spine as a fight or flight instinct prepared for detonation. "Why?" Shrek asked, his fear growing with every passing second. "What did I do wrong?" The man, Hitler, tilted his neck and cracked his knuckles. "It's nothing personal," he stated. "Simply an order I have been given." The lack of knowledge both frustrated and frightened Shrek. He was going to die and he had no idea why. Shrek began to retreat, eyes still locked with Hitler. Within seconds his pace quickened to a run and he bolted down the alley.
Their chase lasted for a few minutes and drained Shrek of stamina entirely. With no energy left, it seems he ran out of luck as well. Shrek ran towards a dead end. Trapped, he turned around only to find Hitler right there. Panting, Shrek glanced around for any escape but it seems none were within reach. As Hitler backed him into the corner, Shrek began to shake. "Wh--why me?" he whined. "I have... I have a life! And friends, a job... I'm needed!" Hitler pulled the knife out and ran it down Shrek's chin, the cool metal like an icy touch. Shrek's back arched as his body complied with its natural reaction to the cold temperature.
Hitler seemed to consider Shrek's response a little too long. Suddenly, a smile grew along his face. Shrek pressed his brows together, slightly concerned for whatever would come next. The man leaned in closer to Shrek. His breath smelled of peppermint, and this was slightly arousing to Shrek. Of course, he would never give Hitler any idea he though that way. Shrek quickly shook the thought away, returning to the current situation. His heart rate quickened as Hitler pressed his neck to Shrek's cheek. Hitler whispered to Shrek "If you truly want to live, you may do so." Shrek sighed in relief. "But..." His chest tightened. "There's one condition."
Shrek nodded, eager to know how his life could carry on. "I'll do anything," he muttered into the man's hair. "Anything?" Hitler asked, pulling away. He locked eyes with Shrek and raised an eyebrow. Shrek nodded. Hitler whacked him on the back of his head and Shrek blacked out, the world going pitch black before his eyes.
Shrek came to in a dim room. He attempted to scratch his head, but his arms would not move. Shrek glanced at his arms and then his legs. Chains ties him to the four posts of a hostel bed. He grunted and began wiggling in an attempt to free himself. Suddenly, Hitler entered and Shrek stilled. In the low lighting of the room, this odd stranger appeared even handsomer than before. No! Shrek told himself. I can't give in to this... this... murderer? Hitler approached the bed. As he neared, Shrek got a better glimpse of him; jeans but no shirt. Shrek shivered, even more aroused by him then ever before.
Hitler crawled onto the bed and straddled Shrek's helpless body. "You said anything." Hitler gently put his sexy lips on Shrek's moist lips. But before he could blow, Hitler snapped their eyes open and locked his arms around Shrek so he couldn't move. Hitler deepened the kiss of life and shoved his tongue in Shrek's mouth. Shrek moaned and repositioned Hitler beneath him. Hitler gasped. Shrek's breath hitched as Hitler began to kiss his neck. Shrek tipped his head back, attempting to not make any noises of pleasure. Attempting to not give in. With each touch and kiss, he became more comfortable with the situation. Soon, Shrek gave up on keeping his happiness to himself. "More..." he muttered. Hitler stopped, and leaned back for a moment. "Are you sure?" He asked, taking everything into consideration. Shrek should not be complying, but yet he was. Hitler shrugged and began to pull off both his and Shrek's pants. Soon, the chains that bound Shrek to the bed were removed as well.
The men began to have the best time of their lives, moving with one another in such passion that words cannot begin to replicate the true mood. Shrek bent over the edge of the bed and Hitler continuously thrust himself into him. His moans echoed throughout the room with each move. They then swapped positions and Shrek did the same. The two were at it all night long, fucking each other black and blue-- or should I say green.
~The End Yay !!
