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~~Frodo mother fucking Smackins~~ · (02-17-2014)

Frodo woke up, checked his phone and jumped in the shower. It was Cherno Nobel day, had to make sure his dick was properly cleaned. Though he’d be wearing a condom, he didn’t want there to be anything nasty when he slid in Nathaniel. He could almost feel the taller doctor’s anal canal wrapping tightly around his quickly hardening member. He had to save this for later, not time to masturbate! Not something you hear very often.

Fuck it, he had time, so he reached down and grabbed his bottle of Gilmour Tears. They really were the best lube on the market, Scorpio was correct. Frodo would have to start buying these more often, luckily Rose had 3 semi-trucks filled with bottles of them. Gilly must cry a lot. Or she found a way to properly clone them. He cries a lot, she’s not smart enough to clone, if she was she wouldn’t be dating someone like Peter “Lost to Fatback” Gilmour.

With his dirty deed done Frodo began to wash himself off and get dressed for the day. He packed his tiny little suitcase and headed out the normal sized door to take a car to the airport. He no longer had HitchHiker’s Guide with him so he had to take a taxi. It wasn’t a nice taxi, all nasty and had what appeared to be blood, semen, and snot all over the back seat. This must have been where Michael McBride celebrated his victory over Gilmour, with Gilmour. You know, they had victory sex, using Gilly Tears as Lube. Because let’s face it, no straight man would enter a match with Gilmour. It’s a fact. Plain and simple. Minus Theo Pryce, he can do whatever he wants, and there is no evidence to support him being gay.

So, the car took Frodo to the airport where he was herded onto the chartered plane to take the combatants to Chernobyl. This was Frodo’s chance to get a glimpse at his soon to be newest conquest. He proudly strutted onto the plane expecting to stare down everyone, but instead was greeted with a taser to the back of the neck. When he finally came to he was in a dark cage, there wasn’t enough light to see anything, he could only feel the bars, and tell he was not able to stand up, just kneel a little. Did they stick him in a dog kennel…Again? Fuck.

Before his match Frodo had enough time free to send a text to Zak letting him know that Frodo left for Chernobyl, not to come looking for him, and even if he won he wasn’t sure when he’d be back. Sure, Frodo loved Zak, but that’s not to say that he was ready to be back with him yet. After his match he’d probably take Nazi from behind and then go back home to Crack and the crew. He missed his home, he missed his crew, he missed his son, and he needed to ask his mother why she never told him he was adopted.

Well, the match happened and it did not go Frodo’s way. He’s now a slave. Yeah, that’s not as fun as it sounds. He’s not allowed inside the house, he has to wear a shock collar, and Nathaniel is trying to limit Frodo’s use of recreational drugs. What kind of life is it to be forced to sobriety? This was horrible, and what’s worse he wasn’t allowed to masturbate. He brought his Gilly Tears for nothing. All of those tears would now be shed in vain. God, Nathaniel why do you have to be such a nazi? And for the record, it’s pretty racist to make the guy who was adopted by a black family be your personal slave. Racist, I say, but then again I guess I’m not in a position to talk, otherwise Frodo will be tased.

Two days later. Slave Diaries, day 3.

Frodo woke up in his cage, it was a cramped cage, and smelled like urine. On the plus side Frodo learned how he could get around the drugs thing. He had taken to cutting his cocaine with Digitalis. Luckily enough one of the gardeners he was working alongside was a dealer, and could get him both. He also had taken to applying a Nitroglycerin paste to his chest to promote blood flow, which would lower his heart rate. That meant when he did Cocaine, or crack, his heart rate would seem normal and he wouldn’t be shocked. Poor Nathaniel thought he’d outsmart the Hobbit, or he maybe he thought he’d clean Midge up. Who knows , either way he failed.

The master is kind, he proved Frodo with Chocolate as reward for mowing the grass properly. Ha! The Midge did not mow the grass, he napped while the Mexican mowed the grass. Maybe, he was pretty fucked up that day. All he knew was that there was lots of drug use and masturbation that the master did not know of. This would be easier than he thought. Frodo was happy to be with the Master. The master was pretty. When the master was not home Frodo would sneak into the master’s house and steal his underpants.

Electric shock. The master is not pleased. What did Frodo do now?

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