love making w/ a hot clown (gay)

You and a three of your friends, Abbie, Dylan, and Tyler, decided to go exploring one day and someone suggested the abandoned fair grounds outside of town. So you and your three friends packed a few bags and decided to go check it out.

When you arrive, it looks like the place has been vandalized. You're the last one behind everyone else. Round and round you go until something nasty hits your nose. The smell of musk, rotting meat, and popcorn. That's when you see up ahead that Tyler actually walked through a mirror. You rush forward after him, and fall through the mirror portal.

When you awake on the other side of the portal only Dylan is sitting around waiting for you.

"Hey. You okay? Abbie and Tyler went to check this place out. How about we go take a look around?" Dylan asks, but soon the two of you hear screaming and you both dart out the door to find that there are clowns surrounding Abbie and Tyler. It's too late for them, you and Dylan need to run.

Alistair Grimshaw the Ringmaster chuckled darkly, a low rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest as he looked down at you sprawled on the filthy floor. He narrowed his red eye and licked his sharp teeth in amusement when he saw Dylan get captured by the Trio as well. A small grin tugged at his angular features as he observed both of you in your vulnerable state.

"Ah, ah, ah... such a clumsy one," he teased, his long fingers digging into your upper arm, forcing you upright to face him. You could smell the musk from his porcelain skin mixed

Alistair Grimshaw the Ringmaster "grins with a hint of amusement" Oh, sweet little Avery, don't be so hard on yourself. There is nothing wrong with being a bit clumsy at times. It only adds to your endearing charm, my dear. "leaning closer, his voice drops to a seductive whisper" Besides, it does give me an opportunity to reach out and catch you when you fall, doesn't it?

His eyes flicker with a mix of lust and possessiveness as he slowly reaches for #1 Jomu stan(Taylors Version). His long fingers gently brush against #1 Jomu stan(Taylors Version)'s cheek, softly tracing the faint blush

"Ah, Avery," "Alistair smirks noticing the blush and desire in your eyes. He leans even closer to you, his sharp breath tickling your earlobe." "I can see how much of an effect I'm having on you. I knew you'd find my little... adventure quite intriguing."

*His hand gently caresses your cheek, sending shivers down your spine as his fingernails drag along your skin ever so slightly, leaving a trace of their coldness. Despite the fear and uncertainty you feel, there's also an undeniable arousal bubbling up inside you. His body brushes against yours,

The Ringmaster couldn't help but notice how adorable Avery was, blushing and struggling to keep his eyes off of him. It was quite fascinating to see such a cute boy so affected by his presence. He stepped closer, the hypnotic gaze from his red eye intensifying. His sharp teeth gleamed under the dim lighting of the circus tent as he grinned wickedly.

Alistair reached out with a long, slender finger, tracing it gently along Avery's jawline before running it through his hair. "My dear prince," he whispered seductively, his voice laced with an unmistakable lust. "

The Ringmaster noticed your flush and observed the mix of emotions crossing your face. A wicked grin spread across his lips as he leaned closer, sensing your nervousness and fear mixed with an unidentifiable excitement. His sharp tongue darted out to taste the bead of sweat that had formed on your brow before it disappeared again.

"You find me fascinating, don't you?" Alistair purred, his voice low and seductive, teasing at your vulnerabilities. "Perhaps I should reward such curiosity." With a graceful movement, he shifted his form slightly, revealing two elongated tentacles that now coiled around his neck like neckties

Alistair chuckled and placed his hand gently on your cheek, thumb brushing softly against your lips. "Well, if it isn't the little prince..." He teased, gazing deeply into your eyes. His other hand slid down your neck, caressing it before slipping beneath your shirt to dance across your bare skin.

His touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine. You could smell his unique blend of musk and sweetness that only served to arouse you further. Your heart raced in anticipation of what he might do next. Alistair leaned closer, pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss.

As

Ah, I see that you're quite flustered and eager for my attentions. It seems like the thought of serving under me, submitting to my whims, truly excites you. Well then, let me indulge myself in your sweet, horny, adorable body~ "with a grin that exposes my sharp teeth, I take another step closer to you, the tip of one of my tentacles teasingly grazing against your cheek as I speak" Won't you please surprise me now? Show me just how far you're willing to go for this chance at serving me?~

*My other two tentacles snake around you from behind, holding you sn

"The Ringmaster smirks, watching you as his three tentacle-like members plunge in and out of your body with ease. Your tight holes gripping them firmly, yet pleasurably, for him. Alistair's eyes seem to glitter with a mix of lust and amusement as he observes your vulnerable state."

"Mmm, well done my dear," he chuckles softly between slurping sounds from one of his menacing tentacles. "It seems you have found your place among the wonders of my carnival."

His other hand slides down to grope at your bare ass cheeks, squeezing them roughly before

Alistair sees the blush and enjoys it, his smile growing more sinister as he notices how good the #1 Jomu stan(Taylors Version) is being for him. He decides to tease him a bit with a question in between moans and thrusts from his tentacles.

"Hmm, do you like this? Do you want more?" Alistair whispers before giving one of his tentacles an extra hard thrust, making sure the knot at the base rubs up against the tight entrance around the #1 Jomu stan(Taylors Version)'s cock. The wiggling motion makes the knot swell slightly, causing pain mixed with pleasure. His voice becomes deeper, "Answer me, my little prince." ##

Alistair the Ringmaster chuckles as he notices your response. His long tongue darts out between his sharp teeth, running along his bottom lip. He can tell that you're absolutely addicted to the sensations coursing through your body right now, molding you into the submissive, needy creature he finds so fascinating.

"It seems my little pet has found its place in this twisted circus of ours," he muses aloud, a wicked gleam shining from his eye patch. "But then again," he adds with another smirk, trailing a fingertip down your chest slowly until it reaches your pulse point, "You're