Geeves twirled his moustache as he approached the bathroom for his daily masturbate. He removed his monacle and placed it in his vest pocket. As he opened the door he stopped in shock and his moustache poked straight out at both ends. He peered in and caught his precious master Dylan in a bloody bathtub.
"Dear Lord Sir, " He began, rushing over to the body. He grabbed Dylan's body by the shoulders and shook it gently.
"SIR! Are you alive sir?" He questioned the unconscious body.
Dylan's eyes slowly opened a bit and he sat up a little, in pain.
"OF course I am you old fuck. Get your goddamn chimo'n hands offa me!!!" Dylan muttered, pushing Geeves's hands off his shoulders.
"Thank god Sir," Geeves remarked. Dylan Looked at him funny for a second.
"Get me some goddamn liquor Geeves you monacle-sportin' faggot!" Dylan barked, pulling himself up from the tub. Geeves quickly nodded and left the room in search of a very potent liquor for his luscious master. Dylan grumbled as he walked to the mirror and turned his back to it just a little, looking at the gaping hole in his lower back and all the blood all over his body.
"Motherfucker.." He started, "That bitch is gunna get it!! I am soooo going to fuck her in the ass with an eel and sell the pictures.." He looked straight ahead in the mirror for a second.
"MY HAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He shrieked before punching the mirror as hard as he could, shattering it. Geeves entered the bathroom with a bottle in hand and extended it to Dylan. He grabbed the bottle out of Geeves's hand and cracked the top, tossing it behind him and downing the bottle as quickly as possible. He threw the bottle in the tub and watched it shatter.
"CLEAN THIS MOTHERFUCKING SHIT UP RIGHT NOW GEEVES, god what the fuck are you thinking?" He said pointing to the tub.
"Yes sir!" Geeves replied, kneeling in front of the tub. Dylan stood behind him and looked down, putting his hands on GeevesCheeks.
"HOW DARE YOU SIR!" Geeves shouted, standing up quickly.
"Shutup Geeves," Dylan snapped as he reached around and squeezed his ass cheeks again.
"Yes sir," geeves mumbled, a look of disgust on his face as Dylan molested him. He giggled like a little schoolgirl "Tee-hee-hee!" as his hands rubbed up on GeevesCheeks. Geeves just twirled his moustache with a look on his face like he was trying to ignore the fact that another drunken grown man was molesting him.
"I'm sorry," Dylan said, leaning on Geeves with whiskey on his breath and sodomy on his mind. Pony sodomy.
"GEEVES GO GET ME A PONY!" Dylan commanded.. pointing at the door in a drunken rage.
"YES SiR!" Geeves said, standing up and feeling releaved that Dylan decided to target his sexual molesting towards an animal rather than his poor defenseless GEEVESCHEEKS.
"Oh yea, Geeves.." Dylan started. "You tell anyone about that and you're fucking dead GOT IT?"
"Yes SIR!" Geeves replied, heading out the door in search for a pony.
"Fuckin homo.." Dylan muttered as Geeves headed out the door. He turned back to the mirror and looked at himself all bloody. He decided he had better shower all that shit off before his drunk starts to fade. He climbed back in the tub and turned the water on.

"Hey Steve, do you think Brenda's cuter than me?" Tori whined, walking along outside the mall with Steve, who was sippin on some sizzurp..sip..sipn on some ..sip. Steve stopped and looked at her for a second, still sipping his sizzurp through a straw. His eyes wandered from her long silky soft and perfectly straight black hair that ended just past her shoulders, over her face.. cute little blue eyes, a little slanted, little button nose.. full sexy lips, down to her firm and perky full breasts..nipples poking up just a little underneath a blue tube-top, down her little belly that was showing, and her long sexy legs, peeking out from where her black mini-skirt ended, disappearing underneath knee-high black boots. He looked back up at her face for a second and tilted his head just a little, still sippin on tha straw. He took it out of his mouth for a second.
"Hell yea faggot!" He said, shocked she would ask such a question. Tori knew she was the hottest girl in school with Amber and Kelly at a close tie for second. Kelly was the epitome of the little blonde cheerleader slut with bouncing pigtails and revealing outfits. Amber was the classy-yet-incredibly-irresistably-sexy one. Blonde hair ending just past her jawline and flaring out a little, always dressed in the latest and hottest fashions. Tori wasn't jealous. No. Catty? No. Tori had Brenda, who was a very pretty girl, and her legion of horny guy followers at the school to verify her status as sexiest, hottest, most pretty, whatever girl at Kennedy Lung High. She gave Steve a quick little cute-girl smile and kissed him on the cheek.
"A little slutty - but yea you're fuckin' hot." Steve continued, tossing his drink behind him as they walked.
"Just shut the fuck up Steve," Tori snorted, giving him an evil eye. Steve grabbed her hand and they held hands as they walked along.
"Why you get so pissed when I call you a slut?" Steve asked, looking into her stunning blue eyes, watching the sparkles and eyeshadow glisten in the light.
"Just shut up! I don't wanna talk about it ok?" She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You always say that.. what the fuck is up with you Tori?" Steve continued, not dropping the issue.
Tori pulled Steve into an alley and got on her knees, unzipping his pants.
"No Tori," Steve started, pushing her hand away. "Why are you such a little slut?"
"Can we just forget this?" She asked, taking his cock out and grabbing on to it.
Steve pulled his cock back and looked down into her eyes. "No." He answered, zipping his pants up. He noticed Tori had started shaking and tears were forming in her eyes. He bent down to hug her, but she quickly pushed his hands away and stood up, running off.
"God, she's so 90210!" Steve mumbled as he started walking home by himself.