Ashton takes a long gold chain from a thick, polished wooden jewelry box engraved with the letters 'A.K.' on his dresser. He uses a rubber band to fasten you to the centre of the chain, then places it over his head. You dangle flat against his smooth, meaty chest, right below the curve of his big pecs. You're covered by his loose-fitting white t-shirt. The smell of expensive cologne and cotton fills your senses. "Now I'm gonna go do the show, little guy," he says loud enough for you to hear, his voice sounding deep and stern. "and if you do anything stupid like try to get some-one's attention.." His huge hand hits you through the white fabric, pinning you to his chest. Your face squashes deep into his skin, the smell of Hugo Boss filling your nostrils, and for a terrifying fifteen seconds you can't breathe. Then he lets go, and feels your sharp, frantic breaths against his chest. "Got it, little man?" "Yes, sir!!" you choke back. ***** All through the show, you cling to Ashton's bare chest, terrified of being accused of trying to attract attention again and being smothered by the sadistic giant. You hate feeling like you're hugging this cruel man, who you used to idolise like he was a god, but you've no choice but to swallow your pride and clamp to his sweaty chest like he's your best friend. When your giant is done Punking his latest victim, Ryan Sheckler from Mtv's 'Life of Ryan', he leans in for a hug with the blushing teen, just to show the cameras what a nice guy he is. When he does this, his chest has become so slippery with sweat that you can't hold on any more. You swing with the movement, ending up...
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