Benji Khayman:  ::Riddick can feel himself being watched by the kid. He is tempted to turn and look at him more closely when he hears him having so much trouble swallowing.:: “Be there shortly, just shadow me kid. I got my own ride; we will be in space soon.” ::they finally reach the ship, Riddick uses voice recognitions to open the hatch doors.:: "Not much more than a star jumper, But It has gotten me where I want to go so far." ::motions to the copilot chair:: "Can you fly?"

MrJohnsDmerc:  ::Johns looks him up and down once again, and sits in the co pilot chair:: “yeah, I was trained when I did my stint in the army. Been awhile though. Where we headed big guy? ::smiles brightly::

Benji Khayman:  ::slightly purses his lips at the kids smile but remains stoic:: "Army? 2 or 4 year stint?" ::takes a seat in the pilots chair:: "Make a decision Kid, It's your dime."

MrJohnsDmerc:  ::punches in star map and takes them to a outpost planet two days away:: Supplies on board? 2 years, About that dime ::looks up at him sheepishly:: I only have like 700 credits on me.

Benji Khayman:  ::Nods affirmatively slowly and waits until they are well on their way to speak again:: "Still thirsty?"

MrJohnsDmerc:  ::realizing how dry his throat is he nods yes:: "Where’s it stored? I will get us both something." ::stands up and waits nervously for an answer, hoping it will take him a few minutes to retrieve, the bigger mans presence is almost over whelming, he needs a breather::

Benji Khayman: ::Watching the kid dance from foot to foot he thinks, not for the first time since they have met, he should have walked away:: "There." ::indicates a the water storage unit:: "Beer." ::Indicates a few boxes in another storage unit:: "Food" ::points at some ration boxes next to the water:: "Questions?" ::removes goggles and looks at the man calmly::

Benji Khayman: (Still with me kid?)
MrJohnsDmerc: (thinking)
Benji Khayman: (Oh Good Lord! I thought I felt the earth move)
MrJohnsDmerc: (hahahhahahahahahahaha)
Benji Khayman: (Talk to me, What's the trouble?)
MrJohnsDmerc: (I dont know what to say)
Benji Khayman:  (To me? Or To Riddick?)
MrJohnsDmerc:  (Riddick..I have plenty to say to you..all satrting with fuck you)
Benji Khayman:  (Ohhh! Don't want to RP anymore? Want to get to the sex?)
MrJohnsDmerc:  (very funny)

MrJohnsDmerc:  ::looking down the fair young man feels the color drain from his face only to be replaced by bright red  making a good show of suddenly becoming aware of his feet, as if he had never seen them before:: If you don’t stop looking at me like that big guy, I swear I will have a stroke. ::the cracking voice is the only thing that contradicts the humorous attitude it was said with::

 Benji Khayman:  ::lips twitch as if he wants to smile but does not:: "Like what Kid?"

MrJohnsDmerc:  ::grins broadly and walks over to the water storage. Taking his time looking around for a cup to put the water in digging through boxes and storage containers::

Benji Khayman:  ::watching the youngster digging around he silently rises grabs a cup and moves up behind him, close enough the boy can feel his breath:: "Looking for this?"

MrJohnsDmerc:  i sleep naked
Benji Khayman:  (I know, what's the point?)
MrJohnsDmerc:  (wrong box..sorry)
Benji Khayman:  (Sure it was, Your just trying to tease me.)
MrJohnsDmerc:  (no really wrong box)
Benji Khayman: (MmmHmmm)
MrJohnsDmerc:  (i got one nerve left and your dancin all over it..lol)
Benji Khayman: (Your not trying to think again are you? ::eyes wide with terror:: )
MrJohnsDmerc:  (in 1 minute i am so gonna come kick your ass)

MrJohnsDmerc:   ::turns his head and  arches his brows before lifting a hand to the slight bulge in the other man's pants::  Actually this looks like what I was looking for...is that alright with you??  ::teasingly::

Benji Khayman: ::feeling the telltale tugging in the pit of his stomach a growl rumbles through his chest:: "You sure you want to play with fire Kid?"

MrJohnsDmerc:  ::giving the material and flesh in his hand a light squeeze, before narrowing his eyes and whispering::  You gonna hose me down with this if I say yes?

Benji Khayman: 
(Who do you have helping you? I noticed the font color changed from you C/Ping a reply)
MrJohnsDmerc:  (no one)
Benji Khayman:  (bullshit)
MrJohnsDmerc:  ( LMAO!!!  “tell him it's a groups sport and he should have recruited his own help!  and that sounds cool!  you can redo the movie with hidden themes”)
Benji Khayman:  (He or she is good. Give me a moment)
MrJohnsDmerc:  (okay)

Benji Khayman:  ::stomach tightening as his cock springs to life with that teasing squeeze, he studies the kid thoughtfully before he speaks:: "You want to play? Good, but we play MY Game." ::Grabbing his hand and twisting it behind his back he bites the blonds neck painfully before stepping away:: "Strip"

MrJohnsDmerc:  (sorry i got the boot)
 Benji Khayman:  (so did I we are networking remember)
 MrJohnsDmerc:  (oh yeah, so it knocked you off too)
 Benji Khayman:  (of course Mi, we are on the same modem)
 MrJohnsDmerc:  (i dont think riddick would bite)
 Benji Khayman:  (yes, he has to prove alpha. What better way than to bite)
MrJohnsDmerc:  (but that hurts)
 Benji Khayman:  (Do you think Riddick is the type kiss him and make love? Really?)
MrJohnsDmerc:  (no)
Benji Khayman:  (LOL! Your move Kid.)

MrJohnsDmerc:   ::lowers his challenging gaze and allows his shoulders to slump and assume a submissive and non-threatening posture.  Silently his hands pull at the shirt, revealing chiseled abs and well defined pecs, topped with rosy pink nipples::

Benji Khayman:  ::growls:: "Faster. Kneel at my feet when you are done." ::watching the young man, he thinks someone has trained him well::

MrJohnsDmerc:  ::quickly releases the fastenings on his pants and drops them with little fanfare.  He nearly groans as the material brushes his semi-erect cock, but stifles the sound and quickly rids himself of all clothing as well as his boots.  Obediently he drops to his knees, his head up and eyes trained on the floor.::

Benji Khayman:  (Hey, who is helping you? I want to meet them. Male or Female?)
MrJohnsDmerc:  (does it matter to you?)
Benji Khayman:  (Not Really. LOL!  They are good, I love someone who is already trained.)
MrJohnsDmerc:  (back off you bastard..lol..i will tell them your SN.)

Benji Khayman:  ::smiles at the youngster and uses the tip of his steel toe boots to raise the man chin higher:: "Look at me" ::he growls, As pools of silver meet waves of blue he lowers his voice to a soft rumble:: "What's your name?"

MrJohnsDmerc:  ::raises his eyes to meet the lust filled gaze of his new "guardian" and draws a ragged breath.  A small pink tongue darts out to lick passion-dry lips before a softly hoarse voice mumbles::  Trevor.  Trevor C. Johns.  ::His breathing becomes shallow and his heart rate kicks into over drive.  The mere sight of this man, towering above him bringing his arousal to new heights::

Benji Khayman:  ::Draws his foot back and smiles before he kicks the boy under the chin and sends him sailing back a few feet:: "What is your name?"

MrJohnsDmerc:  (big bully what did you do that for?)
Benji Khayman:  (I have not named you yet, you do not have a name)
MrJohnsDmerc:  (asshole)
 Benji Khayman:  (Dare you to come in here and say that Pet.)
 MrJohnsDmerc:  (not on my life)
Benji Khayman:  (Good Answer!)
MrJohnsDmerc:  (the only one i thought was prudent..lol)
Benji Khayman:  (You know what I would like to see. Methos gets thrown into a slam and meets Riddick as his cellmate. We should try to think of a plot and do that next time you want to RP. I love your Methos.)

MrJohnsDmerc:   ::reels from the blow, but shakes his head and quickly resumes his position in front of Riddick.  The taste of blood is bitter in his mouth and he blinks his eyes against the sting of the cut but does not complain.  Sighing softly, he tries again.::  one begs forgiveness, Sir.  one has no name.  You have not named me.  ::he holds his breath, silently praying that this will please Riddick and *not* result in another punishment::

Benji Khayman:  ::smiling at the boys natural talents:: "Are my boots Dirty? You may clean them while I think of your name."

MrJohnsDmerc:  ::swallows nervously before bending at the waist to carefully lick at the heavy leather boots with slow sensual flicks of his tongue.  He keeps his hands at his sides and his muscles taut, so as not to lose his balance.  The texture and smell of the leather sends his sense on alert and it takes a good degree of control to contain his body's reaction.  The urge to give into a premature orgasm from his commanding nature is nearly overpowering.  Riddick would *not* like that.::

Benji Khayman:  ::watching the boys cat like grace and wicked tongue Riddick feels the tugging in his crotch demanding room to grow. Lifting the boy's head with the toe of his boot he points to the fastener of his pants:: "Here" ::he growls menacingly::

MrJohnsDmerc:  ::lifts his head and comes up eye level with a sizeable bulge.  At the voiced command, he gently leans forward and, with a slightly fumbling technique, manages to open the fastenings on Riddick's pants.  The same wicked tongue flicks the zipper up before grasping it between his teeth and dragging it carefully over the throbbing erection held prisoner there.::

Benji Khayman:  ::grasping the boy by his hair he pulls him away and tells him to stand, stroking the boys back and chest as if he was trying to soothe a skittish animal::  "Johns. Your name will be Johns. And you may call me Sir" ::standing pushing his erection into johns supple backside he reaches around and pinches his nipple slowing increasing pressure to test the kids pain level there::

Benji Khayman:  (type o’s run amok in that gem Brother)
MrJohnsDmerc:  (like i could tell..i SO dont do grammer!)

MrJohnsDmerc:   ::begins to softly pant as he feels Riddick pressing against the tight ring of resistance.  Closing his eyes and willing his body to relax, he bears down against the gentle prodding::  Yes... ::gasps softly at a twinge of pain:: ... Sir.
 
Benji Khayman:  ::growls softly as he pushes farther into the tight passage:: "Do you deserve this?"

MrJohnsDmerc:   ::shifts his feet to accommodate Riddick's insistent member and draws his lower lip between his teeth, inhaling deeply as he is pleasantly filled to the limit.  He pauses only a moment to revel in the sensation before answering::  Only if you think I do, Sir.
 

Benji Khayman:  (I have to beg off, I need to fix something here. We finish this later?)
MrJohnsDmerc:  (okay..yeah later..)