cobbie and zee created by twinkle-sez
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Cobbie and the Lost Boys

Everyone who knows me calls me Cobbie. It's not my real name, obviously. A while ago, I started living in an abandoned building with my first bitch, Joey, some slim, 18-years-old snow leopard with severe daddy issues. We put something very livable together, and I knew this wasn't the end of it. A week later, I picked up a runaway fox at the local train station. A bit older than Joey, buzzed on weed, with shorts riding lower than the New York subway. By that time, Joey was already pretty much my slave, so when I asked him to make out with the fox while I watched, neither asked any questions. After a few minutes, I moved in the middle and made them suck my hard cock together, before flipping them around and fucking their subby asses in turn.

I always had a... way... with people. Most of the time, they just look at me and know that they simply should not fuck around with me. If they're too daft to get it, I punch a hole through their wall. Or I use something a bit more boring, but more effective. It gets me and the boys food and everything we need for the shack. And it helps in getting me more bitches. At the train station, I can identify the runaway teens in seconds. Most of the time, I only need my body and charisma to get them on my cock, moaning their hearts out. Sometimes, they leave the shack, sometimes they stay.

There were already five of them there serving as my own personal harem when Zee walked in the picture. I actually ran into him in the supermarket, when I caught him shoplifting a bunch of ramen noodles. I offered him a meal in exchange for fucking him, and like a good, intimidated, broke teenage gay twink, he didn't think about it twice. Back at the shack, I fucked his muzzle roughly, then mounted him while hissing in his ear about how much he wanted to stay. After cumming in his ass, he still wasn't fully convinced, so I sticked my eyes in his, and seconds later, he was going back down on me, while I held the antlers of my new bitch.

I'm not concerned about the cops giving me shit, calling me a cult leader or anything. There's this zebra I know in the force who keeps me off the hook, and in exchange, I arrange him threesomes and foursomes with the boys.

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  • furz said:
    Man this story is edgy.

    A healthy amount of edge is good. Too much edge is cringe incarnate. This beautiful image and story is a healthy amount of sweet (yet spicy) edge.

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