Chest Piece For Men Novels & Stories

I could only mirror their faces as we quietly sat together. "Come now, I can feel the brooding atmosphere all the way from the lobby. I thought I heard you guys where these remarkable super soliders." A tall and middle aged man came walking in. He was tall, fairly slender with a bit of beef on his bones. I wouldn't describe him as muscular, but he was fit enough for hard labor. He wore a tight fitted white tunic that shaped to his body. Every small buldge and hill where decently shaped by this tunic. A deep cut in the tunic by the neck, revealed a deep set of black and white peppered chest hairs. A white single string loosely kept it together. Black leather pants hugged his legs, and other i

a man of medium height wearing full combat gear greeted us with bow. His chest plate shone light blue, his light helmet was covered in chain mail down to his neck. Its links were interwoven with Ashgenrian runes in an outlandish fashion. The stranger’s gaze seemed sharp and piercing. I couldn’t even imagine what he had in mind.

Shrugging my shoulders, I put on the clothes; no use arguing. The brown pants were actually a type of leather, soft leather. There was hardly any give; it was strong and would last a long time. The tunic was thicker, covering my chest well, so I didn't have to worry about becoming too cold. I would have to find cloth and sew myself some undergarments. I'm sure Prince Charming doesn't even wear any.

Yadiel stopped trailing his eyes from the stilettos that were perfectly lined up to take a glance at me, a brow was twitching. I gritted my teeth behind my lips and trailed my eyes the way he trailed his on me earlier. He was wearing his usual suit like a corporal. It was ocean in color and is neatly ironed. The metal on his shoulder that is shaped like a big letter C that was facing backwards was attached to it along with its metal chain from it down to the left side of his waist causing it to crossed his broad chest. He was also wearing a gold watch and a shiny pair of leather shoes.

The waistline is high, the knees are reinforced, and they are quite tight. He must have ridden his bike over. As if to confirm that thought I spy his jacket on the back of his chair. It's a black and red leather design with Kevlar armour stitched inside. The colour prompts me to remember the Yamaha parked out front. Could that be his? If it is, I hope he offers me a ride some time.

He had a choice and could leave us. Almost immediately after that, there was a rapid succession of heavy footfall outside the door, and a group of Italian buffoons barged through the door with their rifles draped across their chests. However, there is this one extremely large man that emerged from the back. He was so tall and hefty that the ceiling of the basement was almost within touching distance of his head. He sported a pair of pistols that were concealed within his holster vest in addition to a white shirt that was pulled very tightly over his imposing figure. The fabric of his shirt appeared to be on the verge of ripping in two with each and every movement that he made. The muscles on

His body vibrated as I dropped his shorts slowly. Whoa. Holy mackerel. No way in hell’s that coming anywhere near my hole. No fucking way! Chester’s dick was so big even though it was limp, I was almost scared to see how it would be fully erect. I looked up at him with a smirk. Who would have known Awkward asf Chester would be packing a heavy tool?

He purchased a purple and black corset with a half cup bra that put my tits on a platter and would go well with the purple or black thigh highs. Also purchased were sheer red, white and green, brassieres, a cheerleader outfit with a dress covering nothing and mesh top, a white tutu that covered less than the cheerleader dress. He also bought a net body stocking. I pointed out it wasn't really conducive to instant sex and he pointed out it was crotchless, so it really was. Basically, everything we bought there was begging someone to fuck me, so I guessed they would be my secondary choices if I missed my morning blow job.

"Here, call it a welcome-back present." Alec joined in, reaching into his closet and pulling out a brand new heavyweight IronCrest athletics hoodie, complete with a knight chess piece etched into an iron crest on the back. He tossed it to me with a grin. "I saw this when I was down in the gear shop earlier. They only had smalls and extra-smalls left, so it felt... poetic. I was going to give it to you as a get-well-soon gift, but now that you're here, I guess it's a welcome-back gift."

He kicks his shoes off on the edge of the mat before stepping onto it. He slowly ducks his head into the chest pads first. It is made similar to a vest with the front and sides heavily padded with half an inch of rebond foam on top of a quarter inch of high density foam. The foam is split into two inch squares allowing for flexible movement while protecting his chest and ribs. The hook and loop straps make it easy to adjust the fit but tend to be a little difficult to adjust on your own since his strap in the back. It’s not surprising when Cole leaves the pad open, simply hanging over his shoulders.