Featuring:Zack and Cody try their best to get popular at their new school, meaning abandoning their friends for the cool kids. Hotel HangoutIn New York, in Manhattan, there was a beautiful, elegant, fancy hotel called ‘The Tipton’. In it, a new family had just moved in: a single Dad named Chris Evans and his adopted 16 year old twins, Zack and Cody who were each a handful. Down in the lobby, it was luxuriously decorated with big, brown leather couches by the front desk, a platform by the entrance with banisters and steps, then even an exquisite chandelier hanging above. There was also a candy counter by the elevators. Zack and Cody were just in the process of nagging their Dad to take them to the mall - following him out of the elevator.
“Come on, Dad!” Cody groaned, wearing a green sweater vest, blue shirt and jeans. “I told you, I can't! I have to rehearse the new choreography for my next show.” Chris told them. He wore a v-neck, olive jumper and a pair of brown pants. “Mr Mackie thinks I need some younger moves.” He sighed before demonstrating his dancing, doing a goofy moonwalk across the lobby - by the concierge. “What do you think?” He asked, jokingly. “I think you should never do that in public again.” Zack cringed. He wore an orange t-shirt, with a print on it from a cartoon series, a chain necklace and black shorts. “Or in private.” Cody added. “Why don't you guys invite over some friends from school?” Chris suggested. “Oh, yeah, that's a great idea Dad, except for the fact we don't have any.” Cody rolled his eyes. “Nobody ever likes the new kids.” Zack reasoned. “Awh boys.” Chris pouted, feeling his heartstrings being tugged. He pulled them both into a hug - both Zack and Cody certainly enjoyed inhaling the musk coming off their father as they hugged him back. “You’ll make friends soon. And we’re here to stay now.” Chris reminded them before giving their heads a kiss. “Not if you use those moves.” Zack teased as Chris released them from his hug. “Oh really?” Chris laughed as he watched Zack do the moonwalk this time instead, mockingly. But, he accidentally bumped into a table at the centre of the lobby. The vase on it, toppled over and fell off the surface - the twins and father reached to catch it, but just weren't quick enough. Thankfully, out of nowhere, Esteban leaped in and caught the china vase before it could smash to the ground. Esteban was the bellboy of the hotel - a tall, kind of lanky man who wore the dark green uniform jacket and cap, then beige pants. Mr Anthony Mackie, the hotel manager, cried out as he, too, rushed over. He wore a grey suit over an orange shirt and golden tie. “Oh, thank God, Esteban… Well done…” He blurted out as Esteban stood back up again. “If you thought that was impressive, Mr Mackie… Watch this.” Esteban smirked before throwing the vase into the air. Everyone gasped out as they watched it spin in the air, before the bellboy caught it again. “Do that again, and you’re fired.” Mr Mackie growled, before stressfully walking away, to the candy counter. There, Charles Tipton, the son of the man who owned the Tipton hotel chain, stood with the candy counter cashier, Jonathan. Charles had dark, neat curls and wore a flowery, expensive shirt and pink jeans. “Charles, I need to speak with you.” Mr Mackie said as he approached him. “Not now, Mr Mackie. I'm off to a Gala Premiere.” Charles smiled, but as he went to leave, Mr Mackie stopped him. “No, no, you’re not. I just received a call from your father. You are to cease all social activities until your grades improve.” Mr Mackie explained. “What? That’s fucking bullshit.” Charles complained. “I have to keep my grades up but his new wife is allowed to drop out of college?!” “Be that, as it may, he also insisted I find you a tutor.” Mr Mackie continued. “Fucking Christ, when is he gonna realise my star sign and education don’t mix good?” Charles complained. “It’s ‘mix well’.” The candy counter boy corrected, Jonathan. Jonathan wore a blue shirt with a teal tie and black pants. He had short, dark hair and a very innocent face. “Um… Excuse me? This isn't about you.” Charles frowned as a lady came to Jonathan’s cash register - buying the newspaper. “Okay, that’s $9.12, minus your 8% senior discount is $8.38. Meeeaning your change is $1.62.” Jonathan smiled, gathering the money, before the register beeped with that exact number on it. “You beat the cash register!” Mr Mackie gasped in awe, looking at the copy of the receipt as the lady left. Then he looked down to see a book open on Jonathan’s counter. “And you read!” He exclaimed. “Mr Whitesell can be your new tutor.” Mr Mackie decided. “WHAT?!” Both Jonathan and Charles blurted out, upset. “There’s no way in fucking hell-” “I’ll triple your salary.” Mr Mackie cut Jonathan off. “Apparently there is a way!” Jonathan beamed, looking over at his new student.
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Featuring:Harvey thought he'd have to spend Christmas alone, but he couldn't be more wrong. Ambrose and Nick decide to spend the night with him, for his first ever threesome. (Harvey’s POV)
It was Christmas Eve. It was late at night and I couldn’t say I was particularly excited for the big day. It would be my first Christmas without my big brother… Without Tommy. I took my shirt off and my pants and then got into bed, naked. I pulled my duvet up and after a few moments of closing my eyes, I felt movement on my bed. I quickly opened my eyes and turned over to see Nick, in his underwear, laying next to me. “Whoa…” I muttered, shocked and also aroused. But then I looked over to the otherside of the bed, to see Ambrose, also in his underwear lying next to me. “Holy shit…” “We thought you deserved a fun Christmas.” Ambrose smirked, reaching over and running his smooth hand up my body. “Um… Thanks.” I breathed as Nick reached down and placed a hand on my soft cock. “You’ll enjoy this.” He smirked before we connected our lips. Nick’s body pressed against me as slipped his tongue through my lips and began stroking my quickly hardening cock. “Mmmm, that’s my boys.” Ambrose whispered, leaning over and kissing my neck. As I made out with Nick, I wrapped my arms around the two warlocks, holding them close as I felt their hardons press against my thighs. I soon switched mouths, to Ambrose. I softly moaned into his mouth as Nick kissed down my neck and took one of my nipples into his mouth - still stroking my cock under the bedsheets. “W-We’re gonna have to be quiet. My Dad’s in the other room.” I warned them, after breaking my lips off of Ambrose’s. “That’s so cute he thinks he has a choice.” Nick laughed, mischievously, before lifting my arm up and diving into my pit. “Mm-fuck…” I gasped. “Don't worry, Kinkle. We’ve put up a sound barrier around your four walls. You can scream our names as loudly as you want.” Ambrose whispered into my ear, before biting it. “Mmm fuck… That does sound pretty perfect.” I shuddered, as Nick continued to lick at my armpit and now dry humping my leg. Featuring:Aladdin and Jordan meet, falling in love at first sight before being chased off by some royal guards. That night, Prince Jordan was on a mission. When the servants and handmaidens finally left him alone, he managed to take out some raggedy clothing (Jordan had stolen them from the dungeons earlier) and quickly disguised himself. Jordan snuck out of his sleeping quarters and hurried towards a tree that peaked over one of the walls, due to being on a bit of a hill. Just as he was about to start his climb, he felt something tug at his clothing. When Jordan looked over his shoulder, he saw his tiger.
“I'm sorry, Rajah. But I can't stay here - I have to have a life of my own.” Prince Jordan said, crouching down and pulling the tiger into a snuggle. “I'll miss you.” Jordan said before going to climb up the tree again. He scrambled up the tree trunk until he could climb onto the top of the wall. “Goodbye.” Jordan said to the pouting tiger before disappearing. Featuring:Elba and Anthony find the Cave of Wonders, but find out they must find the Diamond in the Rough in order to retrieve the treasure. A long time ago in a mystical desert, there was a kingdom named Agrabah. A land where camels roamed, pulling caravans through the chaotic streets - but a place the people would all call home. Markets lined the streets selling every spice or satin shawls while the poor desperately tried to haggle the price. It's a mystical land, with secrets yet to be discovered as we explore a road that can take us to good or to greed, darkness and fortune…
One night as the moon lit up the sand outside the grand city, there was the Sultan’s Grand Vizier, Elba. He was wearing long, flowing black robes over a deep red garment with bell sleeves, then a tight jet black shirt with long sleeves underneath. He also had a bright red, silk sash that's tied around his waist. He wears a very distinctive black headdress which has a very prominent, deep red gemstone and a crimson feather placed just above it. He held a gold, ruby eyed cobra-headed staff that he’d rarely be seen without. He was sitting on a camel, with his malicious sidekick on his shoulder - Anthony. He was a red falcon with a very snarky attitude. They were waiting to meet a thief, who they had trusted to retrieve the second half of a gold scarab beetle, which would be the key to their cruel plan. Eventually, the wait came to an end as a camel soon came trotting over with Karamo Brown riding on top. “You're late.” Elba growled as Karamo slipped off of the camel’s back. He was wearing a lot of white and brown rags. “I ran into trouble.” He claimed as Elba also gracefully dropped down. “Do you have it?” Elba snarled. Anthony’s beady eyes watched as Karamo pulled the second half of the golden scarab beetle from a satchel on his camel. Elba went to snatch it, but Karamo smirked as he pulled it away. “Na-ah-uh… Let me see my treasure.” But the thief didn't have a choice as Anthony flew off of Elba's shoulder and snatched the scarab in his yellow claws before flying back towards his master. But, in a surprising cloud of scarlet smoke, the falcon was replaced by a very sexy young man. He wore a red leather jacket over a shirtless body and a pair of tight, red boxer briefs. Anthony casually handed the scarab to the vizier. “Good boy, my dear Anthony.” Elba smirked. “And don't worry, my dirty friend. You'll get your reward.” He said before the eyes in his cobra staff lit up a bright red. The clothes on Karamo’s body faded away in a dim crimson glow, along with the clothes on Elba's body. The thief’s body was ripped, muscular and his defined lines were still visible in the moonlight. Between his legs was an impressive 8 inch, soft cock that dangled between his legs. Elba, on the other hand, had a bulky, muscular, wide body with bulging muscles that were impossible to miss. Under a wild set of pubes was a thick, semi hard 9 and a half inch cock. “What the fuck?” Karamo blurted out, looking down at himself in shock and confusion. “You may have noticed I was vague when I spoke about your reward.” Elba said in a quiet tone. “Master loves his boys.” Anthony smirked, still in his leather jacket and the briefs which seemed to be tenting. “You tricked me!” Karamo gasped. “I'm sure you'll enjoy it, all the same.” Elba muttered, dropping his staff and forcing himself onto the thief. Featuring:When Tommy returns, he's not quite how Harvey remembered him - though his basic instincts are still there. Meanwhile, Ambrose thanks Luke for a wonderful opportunity. (Harvey’s POV)
It had been a weird and emotional couple of days. One moment, Tommy was killed in the mines, the next he was home… But… He was different. Although his body was here, it really didn’t feel like his mind was. Like as if he left some of Tommy behind in the mines? I was just about to get ready for bed. I was wearing a black long sleeved top and a pair of jeans. Tommy, meanwhile, was wearing a dark green, long sleeved top and a pair of black pants. Dad had gone to bed, when I came to the living room to find Tommy just staring into a mirror, scratching his finger against it. “Tommy?” I frowned. I came over and stood behind him. “Hey? You okay?” I asked, concerned. “Hey…” I said, gently guiding him to the couch and sitting him down. I sat down beside him. “What do you think of looking through some pictures?” I asked, picking up the photo album from the coffee table, thinking it might bring back my brother. “Doc Phibes said that might help.” I smiled before opening the book. “Look, um… That was the day Mom and Dad took us to the carnival. I got lost in the Hall of Mirrors and you came to rescue me. Remember how pissed Dad was?” I asked. He still looked almost dead behind the eyes. I turned the page, hoping to find another picture that could help. Tommy suddenly moved his finger and it hovered over a picture of himself. “Yeah! Yeah, that’s you. You were an All-Star, dude.” I smiled. “MVP. Three years straight. We’d all go to your games.” I said. He was still dead silent but he slowly dragged his eyes up to look at me. “We-We also used to do things. Things we wouldn’t tell anyone… Where we’d make each other feel good… Really good.” I whispered, before placing my hand on his thigh. “Do you remember?” I asked. Then, suddenly, Tommy pushed me aggressively so I was laying back on the sofa, and suddenly started to unbutton my jeans. “Whoa…” I gasped. His fingers hooked around the waistband of my jeans and boxers before stripping them off me, clumsily and vigorously. Finally, they were thrown onto the coffee table, leaving me naked from the waist down. “T-Tommy, sh-shouldn't we go to my room first, i-in case Dad catches us?” I tried to ask but he ignored me. He gripped my shirt and tore it open, straight down the middle with a long rip. “Holy shit!” I gasped out as my brother ran his hands over my bare, exposed chest. Before I could say anything though, Tommy’s head went straight for my already hard cock. |
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