This choice: Joel takes you to a meeting he has with his manager • Go Back...Chapter #4A passive toy in Joel's rough hands by: ~Benjamyn~   Being the fittest of the two hasn't just made Joel the more popular Madden in the eyes of his horny young fans, it helps him to overpower his brother and wrench you out of Benji's grip. The unique smell of Joel's sweat envelops you as his huge, meaty fingers close into a fist, locking your upper half in his palm. Your face and arms restricted by the sweaty flesh of Joel's palm, your legs dangle helplessly in the air, kicking in terror. "I said I'M taking him first, bro," Joel asserts aggressively, forcing Benji to back down. "You can do whatever you want to the little dweeb later tonight.." ***** An hour later, after a terrifying car trip spent pinned under Joel's muscular thigh so you can't escape, you find yourself in a large, chrome-decorated office. Joel sits in the chair opposite his manager's desk, laid back, his worn Chuck Taylors resting on the desk in front of him, as he twists and prods at your tiny body with his giant fingers, disinterested in what his manager is jabbering on about. You dangle awkwardly, suspended mid-air by Joel's rough fingertips. The giant's brow knits in concentration as he peers down at you. He raises his other hand close to your head, positions his thumb and index finger, and then.. His nails smacks you in the face with such impact that a sharp light flashes before your eyes, leaving traces of blurry glare every time you blink. Joel's facial muscles spring into a gleeful smile. Who knew that flicking a helpless, six-inch teenager in the face could provide a man with such entertainment? Joel chuckles heartily, the corner of his leather jacket's stiff collar brushing his cheek, as blood pours from your left nostril and over your quivering lips. "Wow." Joel's manager takes a break from his soliloquay to remark. "Really looks like you got that kid under your control. You say you can make him do anything?" "Anything." Joel replies with a cocky grin. "I don't know.. Seems kinda hard to believe.." The manager ponders, interested. "Oh yeah?" Joel raises his eyebrows; your stomach drops..  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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