Ben 10 Pose Novels & Stories

I had meant it to sound like a joke, but it only sounded how I really felt—in total awe. Ben stared back in shock for a few seconds before his face erupted into an enormous grin. "Yo, Todd!" he called over his shoulder. "Come out here and lookie what I got us!" His words sent a shiver through my spine; there was something proprietary, something dangerous about them. I didn't know Todd, the taller, leaner boy who appeared behind Ben with the twisted-up towel swung over his shoulder and not a stitch anywhere else on his body. But he looked familiar; I was sure I had seen him around somewhere; his short buzz cut was unmistakable and was a sharp contrast to Ben's blonde, wavy locks. But his cock

"If he catches even a glimpse of the background—" "He won't." Before I could register his movement, Benjamin stepped onto the mattress behind me. His massive frame shadowed mine, blocking out the light from the corridor. He reached around my shoulders, his hand wrapping firmly around my left waist, pulling my lower back against his hard thighs. The heat radiating from his chest was suffocating, a reminder of the bruises wrapping around my wrists. "Hold the lens high," he murmured right against my ear, his breath a dangerous, hot caress against my skin. "Keep the angle tight against your face. I will anchor you from behind. If your hand shakes, my weight will stabilize the frame. Do it now."

“It’s not arguing, Uncle. I just want you to try what I’m eating today.” Beni fell silent, his eyes fixed ahead at the slow-moving line. But the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed him. “Alright. Just one.” “Yeaaay!” Josh slapped his little palm against Beni’s much larger one, then bounced in place, eyes glued to the display case filled with steaming hotdogs, piles of toppings, and tubs of colorful ice cream.

"Mom! Look! That kid… I know him. It's *Ben*." He'd only been in Ben's class for a short time, but Leo, a natural peacemaker, had often tried to include the standoffish boy, resulting in clashes. The memory was sharp for both. I followed his pointed finger. There, perched on the low brick wall bordering the complex's sad patch of lawn, was Ben. A small, solitary figure silhouetted against the dying orange light of sunset. His little legs dangled, swinging listlessly. His designer polo looked a size too big, billowing behind him in the chilly evening breeze.

She looked around briefly before approaching a passerby—a young woman who smiled warmly when Clara asked for help. Handing over her phone, Clara returned to Leo’s side. “Ready?” she asked. Leo nodded eagerly. They started with simple poses at first, standing side by side, smiling brightly. But Leo, being Leo, quickly turned it into something more. He struck a superhero pose, one leg forward, chest puffed out. Clara laughed and copied him, placing her hands on her hips dramatically. “Again! Again!” Leo squealed.

He had his hair in fringe with a middle parting, a single, bullet shaped, silver earring hanging on his left earlobe, and his makeup made his blue eyes smokey and spooky. Going down further, Ben was wearing a dog chain with a vibrator pendant, similar to the earring. The vibrator is resting in between his two breasts plates, on a body hugging, skin color, crop top that stopped just after his biceps. If you don't stare at him at close up, you may not see where the top ended and his real skin started from. Traveling down his lean torso, he had three sets of beads balanced just above the waistline. Wondering what the boy was wearing under there, Asahi unconsciously licked his lips picturing a b

“Now I want you to press your chest to the floor, and I want you to make sure you don’t let your bended knee fall flat.” Just like she said, I pressed my chest onto the floor till my breasts were placed hard against it, pressed and stayed down. “Oh nice, just like this.” She pressed my waist further to the floor, leaving my bum bare and exposed. I have never felt so vulnerable and exposed, yet so strangely entertained by the idea of learning poses. “Now this pose is called the dog pose.” She said, then kicked my legs apart. “The king would be behind you. He would claim you from behind, and it is important you retain this pose till he finishes.” She said.

" YEAH!! BATTLE!!" Manor shouts as he jumps out his room window and land next to Kaen with a satchel strapped on his back. Both of them did a battle pose like they already won the battle. " Quit posing like morons! You haven't won anything yet!! The battle pose would lose meaning if you did it all the time!! ALSO, THAT'S A LAME POSE!! A battle pose should be grand and intimidating like this!" Galahad lecturers them before joining them and posing as well.

Oliver Eerie silence gripped the crowd. I felt the temperature shift, the cold wafting across my bones and holding me captive. My eyes remained glued to the portrait that showed everything: Benjamin, the detailed expression of relaxation on his face, the curly hair on his chest, his chiselled abs, and even more defined abs and… his bogus dick.