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in other news i'm starting a MC server for streaming/recording, if you play Java and want a server to create content on, hmu
i WILL be asking a series of questions to make sure you'll be fit for it
yes i am serious about this
in other news i'm starting a MC server for streaming/recording, if you play Java and want a server to create content on, hmu
i WILL be asking a series of questions to make sure you'll be fit for it
yes i am serious about this
in other news i'm starting a MC server for streaming/recording, if you play Java and want a server to create content on, hmu
i WILL be asking a series of questions to make sure you'll be fit for it
yes i am serious about this
ドアプレート PLEASE DON’T DISTURB - NOW RECORDING - NOW LISTENING
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BANNER (2018) ポッドキャストとネットラジオの情報サイト「Talk! Rec! Up!」
Agreeing to help a friend with their content, but not wanting your face posted online so wearing a face mask with just a hole for your mouth to be free. They cuff your hands behind your back and start slapping their cock on your face, it's scent filling your sense, you stick your tongue out and they play with it against the wet surface. you feel a trail of precum form with each slap attached to your tongue and their tip before they finally enter your mouth, slowly. They reveal that today they have a live stream planned and the major donation goal is to remove your mask, which they decided not to mention beforehand. They get more and more aggressive with each donation, eventually you have a shock collar, a ring gag, nipple clamps and still cuffed before they celebrate reaching the end goal! And as promised.... they go silent, you hear them grabbing their gear and bringing it closer to you. The sudden brightness assaults your senses as the mask is abruptly taken off and you're face to face with a camera, red light flashing to show its recording and your eyes widen. You try to move away but they grab your head and force you down on their cock once more, reading out your full name for the stream and their current address so anyone can come use you for the weekend.
recording / made to watch / it should have been me (do or die, you’ll never make me, because the world will never take my heart)
Part 1 of 3 (second part is prompt 28, third part is prompt 30)
The recording looped back to the beginning but Spike kicked the brackets that showcased the screen and interrupted the repetitive transmission. Jet sat silent beside him, for once not getting upset about the damage inflicted on the machinery. The ex-cop looked aghast at what'd they'd been made to watch.
"Spike..."
"It should have been me." He growled. "That was supposed to be my bounty. You didn't wanna let me go so you just let her waltz off into the fucking lion's den."
Jet scowled. "You just recovered from your wounds! This was supposed to be an easy mark! She should have had it in the bag!"
"Well she fucking didn't!" Spike shot to his feet, unable to sit still any longer. "Did you restock my munitions?"
"You think I had money for anything after the shit we needed to keep you alive?"
Spike took a deep breath. "Okay. Okay. I can work with whatever is still here. I know I didn't completely clear out my stores before I left last time." He moved to the round door. "Don't just sit there! Track that shit or whatever you gotta do - figure out where they're holding her."
"Spike." Jet's serious voice had him pause despite the anxiety coursing through his body that demanded he move faster, faster, faster if he wanted a chance to save her life. He looked over his shoulder at the ex-cop who had already sat up to fix the computer. "Your trench coat. I cleaned it up the best I could. It's in the workroom, underneath the space suits."
So Jet understood how messy this was gonna get. Perfect.
***
Do or die.
Sometimes that's all it came down to.
In Spike's life, that was almost always what it came down to.
"You've tried and tried and tried to break me. Taking my folks, taking Mao, taking Annie... pushing me onto the streets, pushing me into the syndicate... I should have died when I left the Dragons... I should have died a dozen times over since then... taking Julia, taking Vicious... you wanted me to give up, to give in. You'll never make me - this world will never take my heart. I won't fucking let you take her." Spike was furious at the fates or God or the Powers That Be Fucking Everything Up. He hadn't had an easy life but he'd never complained much about the cards he'd been dealt. He made the most of each shitty situation he found himself in and kept gradually uncovering more and more of his soul all along the way. He'd fought long and hard, tooth and nail, to get where he was now in life. Fought himself until he could understand and accept that he deserved some joy in life. That he deserved the opportunity to pursue a real chance at love.
He'd be damned if it was taken off the table now before he was able to truly sink his teeth in.
I started doing recordings of some of my favorite albums on blank tapes and this little CR-318 does really good recordings and wasn't too expensive.