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here is a list for all the days and what they have and the ships!

1. Masturbation – Orgasm Control. Big dogs (Martyn/Jimmy Secret Life)
2. Coming Untouched. Martyn solo (with a touch of Cleo/Pearl double life) 
3. Threesome – Alien Abduction. flower ranchers (Jimmy/Scott/Tango)
4. voyeurism - Temporary/Permanent Marks. (Scott/Pyro/Owen vampires smp)
5. Finger Sucking – Dacryphilia. solidbeans (Jimmy/Joel empires s2)
6. Outdoor Sex – Humiliation – Intoxication majorbeans (Scott x Joel)
7. Blindfolds – Bloodplay. treebark (Martyn/Ren vampires smp)
8. Webcam – Cages. Jimmy solo (but not completly)
9. Shibari (barley though)– Tentacles. Joenoth (Xornoth/Joey empires s1)
10. Punishment. (don't know yet)
11. Come Licking – Handcuffs – Somnophilia. flower husbands (Jimmy/Scott Empires S2)
12. Sex Work – Kneeling. majorbeans (Joel/Scott)
13. Dildos. snowbugs (Scott x Tango) 
14. Possessive Sex – Choking/Gagging. flowerhusbands (Scott/Jimmy empires smp s1)
15. Object Insertion – Sex Pollen. flower ranchers (Scott/Jimmy/Tango)
16. Remote Control. Majorbean (Scott/Joel) 
17. Messy Sex – Service Kink (Don't know yet)
18. Size Queen – Dom/Sub (Don't know yet)
19. Sensory Deprivation – Electricity (Don't know yet)
20. Mirror Sex – Dubcon. Flower ranchers with some Cleo/Pearl on the side (Scott/Jimmy/Tango double life)
21. Forced Orgasm. (Don't know yet)
22. Quiet Sex – Crawling – Gunplay. (Don't know yet)
23. Biting – Praise Kink. Scottpulse (Scott/impulse secret life)
24. Anal Sex – Gags. (Don't know yet)
25. Double Penetration – Impact Play. (Scott/Jimmy/Joel past life)
26. Lingerie. (Don't know yet)
27. Hair Pulling – Animal Play. (Don't know yet)
28. Multiple Orgasms – S&M. Scwhip (Scott/Fwhip empires s1)
29. Body Worship – Full-Body Bondage (Don't know yet)
30. Breeding – Degradation. (Don't know yet)
31.  Writer’s Choice. (Don't know yet) 

If you have any good ideas for the days that I don't have ideas for yet, please comment them and I might use them. :)

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Jimmy's hand is still on his own dick, mind clouded by pleasure. No real rime or rhythm to it. He can feel himself getting close, and as much as he wants to keep going, he removes his hand from his dick with a grunt.

"Good boy.” He can hear Martyn mutter, the words making his head even more fuzzy. The man is sitting right next to him yet he feels so far away. He couldn’t tell you how long they have been going at this, always getting himself so close but never being allowed to finish. 

He can feel Martyn move, and turns to be in front of him. He grabs his face to make him look him in the eyes. “You wanna come puppy?” The words alone leave him breathless. He for the life of him can’t figure out how to use his words, hoping a simple nod will do.

“Good.” He can feel Martyn's hand on his dick, vision going white with pleasure. It doesn’t take much for him to come from Martyn’s movements. The moment it’s over a wave of exhaustion floods his body. A nap would be nice.

He grabs Martyn in a bear hug and lays down. “Jimmy, we have to clean up first.” They don't, this is perfectly fine. (Part of his brain knows he’s going to feel very sticky and uncomfortable in the morning.) 

“Ugh, fine, but you better not whine when we wake up.” They both know he will anyway.

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Martyn was just going about his day, nothing really interesting was happening lately. Just boring stuff about how Cleo and Scott are just such a happy couple! Don’t need Martyn, just need your platonic partner! They are such stuck up assholes, he’ll show them-

He can feel a hand on his dick, a hand on his very much still clothes with no one around but himself dick. “Fuck-” Martyn growns, the hand feels slightly wet and stick. Which is weird, because there isn’t supposed to be a hand in the first place. It moves up and down a couple of times before coming to a halt. He would almost think the hand was trying to lube up his dick. Which would be crazy, since he’s on the floor in his own house all alone.

For a moment nothing happens, the dick still very firmly on his hands but seemingly unmoving. It seems to be short lived though as he can feel his dick pushing into something.

He moans, okay shit yeah this was happening for real. Cleo was doing something, something with another person. The heat and the moments of everything overwhelm him. Just laying there. On the floor. Taking it. Streams of moans and gasps leave his mouth, not in any control to do anything else.

It takes shorter than it probably should have for him to come all over the floor, he was at least smart enough to pull down his pants somewhere between it all. He’s going to have to clean that up, but for now a blissful nap is calling his name.

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The two weird creatures are both staring at Tango. They look almost human, not in an uncanny way but in the way you see aliens in those fun movies. Not at all as what he thought they would look like. (Come on, what scientist believes the movie aliens are this close to how they would actually look? It doesn’t make any biological sense.) 

“Uh, how am I going to communicate with the two of you?” Tango says, more to himself than anything. There is no way they understand english-

“We can understand you dumbass.” The blue fae looking one says. Tango is lost for words for longer than would be reasonable. “You think we wouldn’t learn a couple of the common languages before landing here?” The green one adds. Tango looks from the two aliens to the wreck back to the two aliens.

“Landing?” He repeats sarcastically. “Well it was supposed to be a landing.” The green one murmurs. “Long story short, we intended to be here. There just wasn’t any place to land properly.”The blue one says. Which is fair, earth isn’t quite ready for alien contact yet if Tango gets a say in it.

“So uh, I guess we should to knowificating each other then?” Both of them look at him confused. “What does knowificating mean?” The blue one asks. “Oh uh right I tend to put my own spin on words I just mean know.”

“So like who we are?” The green one asks. “Yeah like names and all that stuff!” Tango responds. The blue one nods “That might be a good idea, well I’m Scott.” “And I’m Jimmy!” the green one- Jimmy adds. 

“My name is Tango, your names are quite similar to human ones." Scott giggles. “That’s because we picked them out for this mission silly. We on our planet communicate in what you would call ‘clicks’. It’s a surprise our bodies are capable of speaking any languages you guys use on the planet. So you wouldn’t be able to understand what we would mean with our names.” 

“So we picked new ones!" Jimmy smiles. “It’s fun really, getting to do all this. But uh, I’m not sure how safe it is for us to keep being outside.” Scott giggles. “Yes Tango, you can’t just keep us outside can you?”

Tango blushes. “Yeah uh, just follow me I don’t live that far.” He can count himself lucky that the two aliens landed in the woods that are practically his backyard so it doesn’t take that long to get there. Before he knows it he’s opening his door and letting the two strangers in.

“Hey this might be a weird question but if the two of you don’t mind, I’m this thing called a scientist and it would be really cool if I could do some tests with you-” “Wow take us out to dinner first.” Scott jokes while Jimmy giggles.

“You are very pretty.” Jimmy amidst. Tango blushes. He isn’t the love at first sight type, but the idea of having something with these two aliens seems very exciting to him. “I uh, are you guys asking me?”

“We are asking you to have sex Tango.” Scott responds. He’s officially red all over now. “Okay forward.” Tango stutters. “I want to make sure there isn’t any confusion lovely.”

“Like, like now?” Tango asks. “You are asking a lot of questions for a sort that also fucks outside of mating time.” If Tango could get any redder he would.

“I’m just making sure we understand each other." Tango murmurs “We are all talking fluent english, I think we’re good.” Scott responds. “You have our consent, do we have yours?” He asks.

“Yes.” Tango responds almost too quickly. “Well then take us to wherever you want this to happen pretty.” Jimmy responds.

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Maybe if he had been paying attention more this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe if he hadn’t gone out to the woods at night with two people he barely knew this wouldn’t have happened.

But it’s too late for that now, because Owen is quite literally drinking his blood. “Are you draining me?” He can’t get much more out than the question, he’s assuming Owen won’t drain him. Mostly because he can remember Scott having ‘claim’ or whatever that’s supposed to mean. Before he knows it Owen lets go, he almost feels like he’s going to faint. He has half the brain to try and run away but doesn’t make it far before Scott grabs him.

“Where do you think you're going?” Scott says, clearly mocking him. It doesn’t take much for Scott to pin him to the ground. He lets out a stifled moan. Shit.

“Well we now also know your reason for coming over here with us huh?” Scott laughs. He can feel himself turning beet red. “I uh, you’re both very pretty and I-” He looks over to Owen, who got as red as he can while being a vampire. Why was he confessing to this?

“Well then, how about this Pyro? You let me turn you and we-” He looks over at Owen. “-entertain your little idea huh?” It didn’t sound half bad, but maybe that was the blood loss getting to him. “You’re going to turn me anyway.” Not turning down the offer.

"Exactly! Why don’t we both have fun then?” Scott smiles at him, or more so grins. Like a predator finally having its prey. “Does it matter if I agree?” Pyro asks, he wants this. But actually saying yes feels far too difficult.

“Well I’m not fucking you if you don’t agree.” Scott pouts. “I’m only offering so we both get some fun out of it, would be a lot less fun if you don’t enjoy yourself.” So he is cool with drinking his blood and turning him in a vampire without asking but he does need consent to fuck him.

“What, need permission to enter?” Pyro jokes. Scott’s right, he should at least have a little fun to become undead. “Oh, I’m not going to be entering. So is it a yes or a no handsome?” Wait what.

“Huh?” 

“Yes or no.” Yeah duh he got that part. “Yes, I’m just confused on the whole me entering thing-” 

He can hear the sounds of Scott unbuckling his belt. “Owen dear, can you make sure he doesn’t run away while I prep?” Everything was happening so fast. “Y-yes Scott.” Owen seems just as out of it as he is, that makes him feel at least a little better.

Before he knows it Owen is holding him down while Scott grabs something out of his bag, lube. “Really gonna need some of this if we want to get this over with fast enough.” He can finally look at Scott properly now. And he has to admit he’s a little surprised when he doesn’t see a dick between the man's legs.

His mouth makes a perfect O shape. “You’re not going to be weird about this are you?” He shakes his head. “I just, I assumed you were too old for that.” Scott scoffs “Too old to be a man in a woman's body, since when does that have an age limit?”

“It doesn't! I just didn’t think people would accept that back in the old days.” If Scott's 600 years comment is anything to go off he’s pretty old. “They weren’t, but they weren’t going to fight the duke's son and after that their ruling vampire duke.” That does make sense. “Where you’re parents accepting?” He asks. “Oh they never told me no, trust me.”

“That you two are having this conversation while Scott is literally opening himself up for your dick Pyro is crazy.” He almost forgot Owen was also there. “Right um.” He’s right back to being blood red again. “Well I’m done.” Scott says, wiping the lube and his cum on Pyro's pants. “Want to start?” All Pyro can manage is a moan and a nod. Scott looks, breath taking. 

“Owen let go of him, he’s clearly not going anywhere.” Scott grins. The stupid thing is he’s right to. He’s far too invested to try to leave now. The tent in his pants speaks for itself. 

Scott straddles him. He can’t help but moan when the vampire grabs his dick to guide it to his entrance. The heat and the tightness of it all makes him think he’s going to cum right then and there. 

“Fuck this feels good.” He can hear Scott moan above him. “I haven’t done this in so long.” The vampire groans. "six hundred years of sleep leaving your balls blue duke?” He can hear Owen pant. “First of all I don’t have balls. Second, you don’t get to talk when you are jerking yourself of by watching us fuck.” 

“Let a man have hobbies.” Owen groans, he would laugh at how stupid this whole conversation was if Scott wasn’t actively bouncing on him in a way that was driving him crazy. 

“Though you ughn didn’t do manual labor.” He manages to get out between moans. He can tell he’s far too close for how short this has been going on for. “Well this position is going to make turning you far easier. You can top another time love.”

The idea they might do this again makes him completely forget why Scott and Owen brought him into the woods in the first place. “Ngh Scott. So. So close.” He moans. “Already, tsk we’ve not been going for that long yet.” 

“Please Scott-” He starts begging, almost as if he needs permission to cum from the vampire. “Darling, why don’t you help me along a bit and then you can cum okay?” Yeah yeah that makes sense, he lowered his right hand from where he was holding Scott down to the vampire's crotch. Searching for the nub that should help Scott get off as well. 

Luckily it doesn’t take long for him to find it, and when he does Scott seems very pleased with the fact. “Fuck, yeah just like that darling.” He continues moving up and down. Fuck he’s close, he’s trying to get Scott of more rapidly but he’s not sure if it’s helping.

He can feel Scott's face in the nape of his neck. “You can cum.” And with that Scott bites down hard. He’s not sure if the words or the bite are what send him over the edge. But he can feel Scott moan around the bite he’s sucking blood out of. 

He can hear Owen also coming somewhere next to them but he doesn’t have the ability to look up. He collapses against Scott’s chest, both from the after glow and his bloodloss. He can feel something change in him, all he knows is that he feels amazing.

After letting go of the bite and giving a couple of kitten licks at the wound Scott looks Pyro in the eye. His eyes are blood red now and Pyro can’t find it in him to care. “You did amazing darling.” Scott breathes. He racks in his mind for something he read on vampires, something about them calling their higher up or the vampire who turned them sire? “Thank you, sire.”

“Well then. I guess that means we're finished here right?” Pyro looks up at Owen the best he can. “But, but Scott hasn’t come yet?” He can hear Scott giggle. “How about this, we clean ourselves off in the river here and when we get home you can help me out. He’s a bit confused on why they won’t do it now but he’s not going to refuse his sire.

“Yes sire.” 

“Well then, let me get up and we can get ourselves cleaned, we all need it.” Scott shrugs slowly removing Pyro from him, he manages to both whine at the loss and groan at the overstimulation.

“Great, let’s get going.” Owen is already a good bit in front of them. Apparently desperate to get himself cleaned then. For a second, his hand gravitates to his neck where the new bite mark stands. It hurts, and it's definitely not going away. Something about that made him feel peaceful in a strange way. Forever tied to the man who turned him, hopefully, this time, he wouldn't be left.

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The toy below him was sobbing his fake little eyes out, begging him to not do this. He doesn’t listen to toys though. He’s a god he can do whatever he wants. Oh him those tears are making Jim-His toy so much more attractive. 

“Sucking my fingers is all the lube you’re going to get, if you bite I’m going in dry.” The toys sobbing halted. The god took this opportunity to stick his fingers right down his toy's throat. The thing started choking on them almost instantly, trying to suck on them but failing with how deep they were in his throat.

“You are going to have to try better than that.” He did remove his fingers a little, he had to at least make it possible for his toy to suck them. And suck the toy did, trying its best to make the gods fingers as wet as possible. Trying to make this experience at least somewhat comfortable.

The toy wines when the god removes his fingers. “That seems good enough, why don’t we actually start the fun.” (Fastly Joel wipes Jimmy's saliva off on the bed before grabbing some lube and pouring it over his fingers, as much as he enjoyed this scene doing this with only saliva wasn’t going to be comfortable for either of them.)

The god manhandles the toy face down grabbing its hips and quickly inserts a finger. “Joel~” The toy moans. “Toys don’t talk, remember.” The god sighs. The toy's only response is a louder moan as the god keeps moving.

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Joel's face was already turning pink from the amount of alcohol he had. Which safe to say. Was a lot. He was stumbling his way to the bar until a certain cyan haired man came to ruin his mood.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough drinks Joel?” God could the man leave him alone. He's such a hypocrite too, can smell the alcohol on his breath from a mile away. “I’m not listening to a guy who’s even drunk, if not drunker than me.” Scott looks at him wobbly. “Was that even English?”

“Oh shut up Smajor, unless you want to take this outside.” He can see a smirk grow on his face. “Oh I’d love to take this outside.” That’s all it took for Joel to drag Scott towards the back alley of the bar, not the first time they’ve hooked up there and it certainly won't be the last.

Joel manages to manhandle Scott towards the cobblestone below them, tucked away where people won’t find them as easily. “Lubes in the bag and I’ve already opened up.” That shocks Joel for a bit but he manages to compose himself. Mostly. “Okay whore, wanting me that badly.”

“Of course I do handsome, can never be too ready.” Scott winks. “Fucking hell lets get out of these pants already.” He groans. It doesn’t take too long for them to both get their bottoms down enough for this to work.

It doesn’t take much for them to get into action. Both trying their best to stay at least a little silent. Someone finding them would be very embarrassing.

“Joel! Scott!.” Shit. “I swear I saw them go out here.” If those two find them they are never living this down. “Jimmy, are you sure? You seem pretty drunk so I doubt it.” Joel lets out a soft sign of relief. “Grian I swear I saw them! I’m not that drunk.” Joel and Scott both almost snicker at that, they can hear the pout on Jimmy's face. 

“Can we at least look for a little bit longer Gri? Just to make sure.” Joel and Scott exchanged a quick look, that’s all it took for Joel to start moving again. Scott slapping a hand against his mouth. Something about the chance of their shared best friend finding them made it all the more exciting. 

“Gri, did you hear that? I swear I-” Grian is quick to cut him off. “You are being so dramatic let’s go back inside, I doubt they would be hanging out over here anyways. Scott’s a neat freak.” Jimmy signs. "Ugh, fine." Just before the blond manages to sneak back inside though he catches the face of a certain cyan haired man, he turns red before running in after Grian.

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Martyn is sprawled out on the bed, naked with only a chastity belt and a blindfold on. “Ren, please please.” The words roll easily off the man's tongue. “Please what martyn?” He was practically taunting the man at this point. “Need blood, need you need to-” 

“Well Martyn you seem to want a lot of things, afraid I can’t do that. You’re going to have to pick one laddy.” The blonde's face falls. “But I’m so thirsty and I want to cum.” Ren laughs. “Pick one.”

“Blood. Need, need blood.” He hasn’t had anything since Scott turned him while he fell off that bridge, he was so hungry he couldn’t think rationally anymore. He can’t see where Ren is but he can feel him coming closer.

“Can, can I take off the blindfold so I can see where to bite?” He already knew the answer but it can’t hurt to ask. “No, now you better not turn me Martyn I would be very upset.”

Limit how much blood he takes, got it. Surely he can control it, he heard about how Pyro went haywire the first time he tried human blood but pyro was never the sanest anyways. When he can feel Ren looming over him he grabs him, nudging his head between the man's head and shoulder.

He likes around for a bit, trying to find a good spot, he can tell Ren’s enjoying that fact. “Are you sure you’re okay with me drinking from you? It could hurt.” He can feel Ren hum. "As long as you don’t turn me it’s okay.” 

That’s all it takes for Martyn's bloodlust to take over and bite down. He can hear and feel a low moan leaving Ren and that only eggs him on to keep sucking. He wants so much so badly, he wants it all. To drink the man dry. But he can’t, and he knows he can’t. So he stops, reluctantly.

“I’m done I think.” Ren nods. “I believe you are, I guess I should just leave then.” 

“What, no no no don’t leave please. I don’t have to cum but don’t leave.” Martyn begs again. “Fine, I suppose I’ll stay. But you aren’t talking me into letting you cum.”

“We’ll see about that.”

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He thinks that the thing he hates most of all in the life series is not the dying early, not his friends turning on him, not the watchers torturing him every moment asleep and awake. No, it's when he’s finally dead and needs to stay in this godforsaken cage for how long it takes until there is a winner and plus give or take a month or two. 

He doesn’t understand why he’s being kept here, it’s the winner lounge for a reason! He’s a loser and he knows that, can’t they just give him a break. 

(Scott always looks so sad going into the side room that has his cage, Scott knows he doesn’t have to go but he does anyway. He feels somewhat guilty for that, but there is comfort in having Scott there with him.)

But yeah no being locked in to a cage in a pitch black room with a light source so small it barely lights up the cage is not nice, and that's ignoring the fact he is right next to the winners room and he’s in the god damn winners lounge when he isn’t a winner and he knows they are doing this on propose and-

He needs to calm down, he was getting way to pend up. Talking about pent up, a death game doesn’t really give you the space to fuck anyone. Or even simply jerk off. It’s not like anyone is here to see him except for the watchers anyways. And they watch his every move so it’s not that new.

He unbuckles his pants and spits in his hand to at least somewhat help with the friction. He sets a slow tempo for himself, he prefers it over doing it quickly. Probably also part of the reason he never got to it in a death game.

His mind slips into that nice fuzziness he always reaches when he gets far enough into it. He can start to feel eyes on him, but not in the way that the watchers usually watch. Not with the multitude of eyes staring at him from every angle yet he couldn’t see them. This felt like a single pair, looking at him with love and care. He knows these eyes and he doesn’t mind them.

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Scott is already 3 fingers in and yet it still doesn’t feel like enough, he wants Jimmy but the sight of his beautiful husband will have to do for now. Gods above he looks amazing, almost makes him not hate this stupid death game and this stupid lounge. He would prefer it if they would just let him fuck his husband instead of watching him through a screen but beggars can’t be choosers.

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The tentacles wrap around his body continuously moving as the single one in his ass pushes in and out and in and out.  Joey doesn’t know how long he's been strung up there but he knows it’s been at least a couple of hours. The pain and pleasure having merged into one. “Xor-Xornoth.” 

“We aren’t stopping anytime soon baby.” Gods he wouldn’t trade this for the world.

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“Sire please, I'm so sorry. I shouldn’t have even entertained the idea. Shouldn’t even have thought of it.” Scott sighs. “Pyro what am I meant to do with you? I clearly can’t trust you.” “Please, please, sire I’ll do anything!” 

“Knees, now.” He fell so fast it hurt. He looks up at his sire who is sitting on his throne like, chair now. “How should you make it up to me huh?” He already knows what Scott is implying and gods above does he want it. (There are no more gods, it’s just his sire now.) “Please sire, please let me please you. It would be an honor to make it up to you in this way.” He can see the smug smile on Scott's face, and man does it make his stomach twist and turn in all the right ways.

Scott undoes his belt loop and grabs his dick while giving a few strokes. “Is this want you want Pyro?” Oh he wants it, and he wants it bad. “Please sire, it’s all I want, it's all I can think.” With that Scott shows his dick down Pyros throat. He moans around it, he no longer has a gag reflex so he can take it fully. It feels amazing, if this was the only thing he would ever taste he would be grateful. 

“Fuck Pyro. You are so good, so good.” Scott moans. His sire getting all undone because of him. Only him. No one else will ever get his sire like this and he's proud of it. These scenes made everything so amazingly warm and fuzzy in his mind and he loved it. Loved pretending he was nothing beneath Scott, beneath his sire.

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Waking up with a dick pistoning in and out of you wasn’t the worst feeling in the world and Scott was willing to admit that. “Finally awake, pretty?” Scott moans in response. Fucking with the sheriff was amazing.

He tries to move his arms, but figures out they are still in handcuffs. He pouts at that. “Hey, can’t let a dangerous criminal like you be able to get out. Not that you would ever dare to do that, would you darling?” His southern cowboy-sounding accent made it all the sweeter.

He’s so close, so close. And then Jimmy pulls out. He’s so bewildered he doesn’t even make a noise. “What, can’t have you coming yet. Your stamina isn’t good enough for that, and we both know it.” So, this is what's going to happen huh.

He can see Jimmy pull himself a couple of times before he comes over the floor. “You’re going to clean that right~” He barely gets to nod before Jimmy pushes his face into the cum. He starts licking away at it diligently. “Good boy~”

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“Oh so good for me, aren’t you Scott?” He could only moan around the cods dick in response. “You might be a god to them, but you are nothing compared to me. You are simply something I own, and you are mine and mine alone.” He pushes Scott's head further onto his dick to the point he starts choking. “No one else gets to have you but me.”