#train station urinals are less busy

[kaasiand]

i cannot wait for this winter to end already

[ahungeringknife]

January 16

The moon’s been up for hours, running at the same schedule as the sun leaving the world in a perfect eclipse. My Jeep’s been running on fumes since then too and now and then I have to stop and coax it a bit further with sweet promises I’ll fill its tank soon. The needle on E on the gas gauge calls me a liar. The Jeep keeps going and I hang my elbow out the window opening.

Things flash by the edges of my headlights on the side of the road. Their heads turn and watch me pass but I don’t stop for them. You don’t stop for hitchhikers this deep in nightmare country unless you’re something worse than might come into your door.

I’m not entirely sure I’m not.

The radio sputters now and then. Sometimes cracking to life and playing some modern pop song or some crackling phonograph thing. My favorite is when it plays something that could be the recording of a busy town corner. Makes me feel a bit more normal. Less like a weirdo out here on this never ending dirt road on the way to see… I barely dare to even think the name. Bad luck and I need all the luck I can get. Sometimes the radio plays the sound of the ocean and that’s usually my cue to take a nap in my Jeep, leave it running and lock all the doors, turn off the headlights. I make sure when I turn them back on I don’t look out the windshield. I don’t want to see what’s out there.

I crane my head out the window like I’m seeing a mirage at the brightly lit truck stop coming up on my right. Dixie Van Gas the neon sign of a snake broadly claims. The cost of gas is in sigils I can only barely understand. My Jeep weeps under me in relief like it knows.

I pull off next to one of the gas pumps and my Jeep sputters and dies right there. Well I’m at the station so. I hop out and try to read the sigils. They’re too archaic for me. I pat down my pockets and pull out my phone with half a charge of battery. There’s no signal here. I sigh. Fucking typical.

I go into the store attached to the gas pumps. An utterly benign older woman is behind the counter where she’s snapping a piece of gum and reading a book. She looks up when I approach but doesn’t seem disturbed by my presence. “There a divination circle in this place?” I asked as nicely as I can muster.

“Men’s room,” she said and looks away again back at her book. “Hope whatever you’re going to see can help you pay. You look out of your depth, honey.”

“I’m fine,” I said as much for myself as her. She doesn’t respond and I go into the men’s room. It smells of bleach and urine cakes but it’s the cleanest gas station bathroom I’ve ever been in and the tiles aren’t even yellowed. I might be the first person to actually ever come in here. Certainly not those things on the side of the road. On the mirror over the sinks is the divination circle etched into the glass.

I pull out my keys and the small knife key chain I keep slices open the side of my finger. I write the connecting circle under the one on the mirror in my blood and evoke the circle with an equation. The mirror ripples and distorts to show me the other side of the circle.

A dark shape appears in the mirror and then a face of my fiancée. “Babe? What’s with the call?” he asks with a furrowed brow. “Also what happened to your phone?”

“I’m stuck at a gas station,” I say and hold onto the sink with both hands.

“Which one?”

“Dixie Van.”

“There? You’re so close and you couldn’t make it?”

“I only drove half way across the netherworld what do you mean?” I scolded him. “I need to buy gas. My Jeep is out.”

“I told you to just take the train-

“And I wasn’t leaving my car at home.”

He rubbed his forehead. “Okay. Usually I love when you’re hard headed but this is going to give me a headache.”

“Just help me,” I sighed.

He left the mirror and came back a few moments later. “Do not drop this. Do not open it. Just give it to the cashier,” he said holding a rather large flask full of silver fluid.

“What is it?” I asked.

“A soul. Now don’t drop it.”

“I won’t drop it.”

He reached his hand out against the mirror and I reached out as the flask passed through the mirror. “Now go put gas in your car and get here. My family’s going to be arriving before you at this rate.”

“You’re the one who waited until they were threatening to marry you off to introduce me I don’t want any lip necromancer boy,” I tease him. He makes an annoyed noise at me where he knows I’m right but won’t say it aloud. “How close am I?”

“Few more hours.”

“Then I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

“Love you too,” and the mirror returns to being a mirror. I wipe the blood off the mirror and wash my hands. A different equation heals the cut on my hand.

I go back out to the counter and the cashier looks up from her book. I pick out some snacks, they have Cheetos in a flavor I’ve never heard of (Brie? Disgusting? Interesting? Bit of both) and Gatorade of color I can’t properly describe who’s flavor is simply ‘Dream Inducing!’. “This stuff and gas for,” I lean over to see what number pump my Jeep is at, “number one.”

She takes the flask, opens it, sniffs it, and stops it back up. “High quality. You want to get other stuff? You’re overpaying by a lot.”

I look around and find some other snacks and a bottle of wine made from the blood of an angel. My future mother-in-law is a real wino from what I understand. The cashier rings me up and then I go put gas in my Jeep. I put my treats and snacks into the passenger seat, check the rest of the Jeep for hitchhikers just in case, and head back onto the road.

Text: The truck stop appears like a beacon deep into nightmare country. “Divination circle?” I ask at the coffee counter.

“In the bathroom,” replies the cashier.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#254

"Well lookie here. I have my captain kneeling completely naked in front of me, eagerly wanting to submit to me and my hose. You ready to be my cunt? I see you follow orders, shaved from the nose down. I knew just how much you want this when I saw your beard you’ve had for years now was gone this morning. I can tell you want this so fucking bad. I just didn’t know you had wanted me for so many years….

“When I caught you on my hidden camera stealing my jocks from my locker, I thought you did it to all the guys here. I didn’t realize just how much of a stalker you were until I read your e-mail. When I asked you how long this has been going on, I was referring to the jock snatching. I wasn’t expecting a two-thousand-word history of you stalking me for the past twelve years. It’s extra creepy to find out that on my trip to California, that you had your friend follow me around and hit on me at the baths. If you wanted my fat cock that much, you could have just asked. I would have been fucking you two or three times a week. Instead, whenever I would get horned up from being around all these beefy men for too long, I had to go into the toilet and toss one off.

“I bet you want to see it. Don’t you? I mean you’ve seen it before, at the urinals, but never hard. Your friend sure has. So you know I am big I truly am. Fuck, you couldn’t stop talking about it in your write-up. And you are already salivating at my stripping to my skivvies. My briefs show a big ol’ package. I never try to hide it. I’ve been wearing these briefs for five days now, ever since I confronted you about stealing from my locker.

“See all those piss stains? There are a few loads too. I figure that a cunt that’s been lusting after me all these years is going to do whatever the fuck I want. Right now, that includes drinking some of my piss. But first grind your face into my pouch; I want you to feel the monster that is going to be the center of your universe. With the focus on my big dick, you probably didn’t notice I have balls to match. They need to be drained frequently.

“Go ahead and pull down the briefs, slowly. Take a moment to smell the piss, the stale cum, and the sweat. That’s better than any poppers out there. Pull them all the way down, and hand them to me…. Whew! I stink.

“Hands behind your back. Now with just the tip of your tongue, I want you to guide just my dickhead into your mouth. Do not suck. Do not take more of my shaft. You will be doing both later. Right now, I need to take a piss. Close your mouth around the head and start drinking. I have a full bladder, and I know how to control the flow.

“Oh, fuck this feels good. You’ve drank piss before. Nice tongue action too. I will be using that tongue for a nastier place later. I take it from your moan that you eat ass? Good. I will be using your mouth as my urinal from this day forward. I am not passing up a talented mouth.

“Pull off. I said pull off. I have a lot of piss for you, and I will be spreading it out. It’s a good thing that you were able to get the firehouse cleared out for the rest of the night. Being captain will have its advantages.

“Stand up and over to the bench…. Wait! Holy shit! Ha! Oh my fucking god. That is one tiny needle of a dick. Jesus! What the hell do you do with that? You certainly can’t use it to fuck. How long is it? I mean it is rock hard and it can’t be three inches at most!... What was that? Two and a half? No wonder your ex-wife left you last year for Davies over at the 9th. Don’t look surprised, we all knew she did. None of us knew about this.

“Trust me, your little clit will never be needed around me. In fact, I don’t want to think about it; don’t want to see it either. I mean look at the difference between yours and mine. It’s a goddamned laugh riot.

“I may only be about 7 inches long, but between 8 and 9 inches around. I have met many men that are longer, but I have never met one who is thicker. We’ll need to get a pic of yours being dwarfed by mine later.

“But first, my cock has wrecked many throats, and it has destroyed many ass cunts. Yours is next. I have something for you to put on. Here are ankle and wrist cuffs. Cunts like you have big eyes and small twats…. Good! Now on the bench face down…. With a couple of D-clamps, you ain’t going to be using your arms and legs too much. Struggling is good, but nothing is going to stop my tree trunk impaling your cunt.

“Open your mouth. Remember my rank briefs. You can suck on them now. That wad doesn’t come out until I say it does, you got that? You are giving me a sour look, like you’re tasting something foul. My skid marks must be on your tongue. Oh well.

“You are really looking forward to this, aren’t you? Have you been fantasizing about how my cock will feel pushing in and stretching your cunt? Have you been thinking about it for all these years? Shake your head. Good! Thought so. And in a few minutes my load is going to flood your hole.

“Damn, that is one nice ass. Push up and show me your cunt. Damn, it’s so cute. Feel my battering ram thump it. That will get you tingling. My cock is so thick and your hole is so small, it’s like I am taking your virginity from you a second time.

“Ok flat on the bench. I need to lay on top of you. My hairy chest feels nice on your smooth back. I’m a big guy, and I weight a lot; I know. The moment you have been dreaming of for the past decade or so is about to happen.

“Lift your head. I need to put my forearm on the bench. Do you feel my stache on your cheek? Good. Focus on what I am saying. Listen up. I own you. From this point on, I control everything in your life. I control your ass, your dick, and your mouth. I decide when you have sex, and what man gets to fuck you. I control when you cum which will be seldom if ever, when you piss, and when you shit. I control what you eat and what you drink. Hell. I even control when you breathe.

“You know what I learned when I went to California? You know, the one you had your friend try to pick me up? I met up with a bud that is a motorcycle riding California Highway Patrol officer.

“Quit squirming. I know it’s hard to breathe with 240 pounds of a real man on top of you. That Office showed me how to use my bicep and forearm in a way that puts pressure on both sides of your neck, cutting off much needed oxygen. Go ahead try to fight back. It’s pointless you know.

“Your struggling has gotten my dick leaking. Do you feel my pre-cum running down the crack of your ass? Probably not. You’re too busy trying to get your next gasp of oxygen. Your red face is telling me that you don’t care about your ass right now. Just a few seconds more. Shhh shhh shhh shhh. It will be over in a minute….

“Or less it seems. And you are out cold. Now my cock will slide in easily. Oh yes it does! Fuck! Your hole is like silk. It’s not going to take me long. I’ve been wanting to fuck this cunt for years. I would never tell you that while you are awake. I can’t wait until I got your ass trained to take me without having to knock you out first. I plan on going for hours when that happens.

“Oh fuck this isn’t going to take long. I got a big fucking load that’s going to be shot in deep. Here it comes. Take it you fucking cunt. Urg! Fuck! Urg! Uh! Uh! Ahh!

“Fuck I needed that. You are breathing. Let’s get my briefs out. You have a minute or two to come to. I don’t have to tell you to lay still. I got some pissing to do. Oh that feels nice. My piss filling you up good. When you wake up, fuck, you are going to be bursting.

“I know, my briefs will make a good plug,… for now.

“Lookie there! You are waking up. Good. I’ll give you a few moments. Let me get those cuffs off of you. Wake up. You are at the station. Captain, you remember?... Good! Here’s some water…. Are you with me yet? Do you remember being naked in front of me begging for my cock? That brought a smile to your face. You are back! Just look at my cock now. It’s covered in your ass slime.

“Yeah, I fucked you. Sucks for you that you were out cold. But hey! It was great…. You even have a quart of my piss in there too…. Don’t believe me? When you go to take a shit, pull my briefs out of your ass and a torrent of my piss is going to come pouring out. Yup! Let me just say that unconscious holes offer no resistance.

“Stick out your tongue. I said stick out your fucking tongue. You are going to clean up your mess on my dick. Start with sticking my head in. I got to finish peeing. You were getting too full, and I had to stop.

“Oh yeah, there’s that tongue again. You are going to be a good cunt for me. Oh yeah, this is going to happen again. Remember I own you. And not just as some sex object, but I will control you here at the station. You may be captain around here, but I will be calling the shots. First thing is that I think it’s time for you to think about retirement at the same time get me ready for a promotion, don’t ya think?”

[bokutoslittlebird]

The Perfect Family

Alpha!Bokuto x Beta!reader x Beta!Akaashi

Author’s Note : If you’ve read the little drabbles and asks with the fluffy BokuAka family, then you’re in for a surprise. Those were not canon to the actual works I created, it was just something nice to write and think about. This will not start off fluffy at all. This will also include the pregnancy process, so be warned of that ; This is a sequel to my Kinktober piece, Threesome with Bokuto and Akaashi ; I’m so sorry it took for fucking ever

Warnings: Omegaverse, noncon/dubcon (explicit use of the word r*pe), gun play, choking, water torture (attempted drowning), gaslighting, manipulation, watersports (briefly, kind of), mindbreak, dumbification, pregnancy, creampie(s), asphyxiation, lactation, knotting, breeding (technically), degradation

Kōtarō’s rut had finally ended, pumping you full and fucking you into a stupor, all while Keiji made sure to have him give you a break. It was the week for you and Kōtarō to catch up, after all. You were bonded to Kōtarō and Keiji now, you were their mate, so you had to be taken care of. With the stinging pain on your shoulder from Kōtarō’s mark, you were only missing the legal document to bind you to Keiji the normal, Beta way. Keiji was currently thinking about which ring to get you, since Kōtarō had already decided on his “proposal” gift. Keiji figured you’d need time to adjust, however, as he was laying on the couch with Kōtarō’s arms wrapped around him, you missing. There was a cute show that they were watching, Keiji was sure you’d like it. You weren’t allowed out of the bedroom yet, so he would have to show it to you another time.

Once Kōtarō had been satisfied and Keiji had recovered, both got to work on making your stay permanent. You attempted to leave, but Keiji was quick to cuff you. Kōtarō held you down, forcing you to struggle until there was nothing left to do except lay there. Kōtarō had to go back to Osaka soon, so he was trying to enjoy his last few days in Tokyo.

“That was a fun show. Cute, too,” his yawning interrupted his sentence, cutting it short. Keiji nodded in response, snuggling closer to Kōtarō. The Alpha was warm and comfortable, it gave him a sense of home. “I gotta go back tomorrow, Akaashi,”

“I know, Bokuto-san,” Keiji sighs, knowing he’d have to work on their new pet by themselves. It was going to be a struggle. At the beginning of the week, you were so pliant and easily coerced into things. Now, you wouldn’t look or talk to them. Kōtarō threw a fit yesterday, screaming and crying because you weren’t the same person, you were much more distant. It’s the same when it comes to Keiji, however. You only looked at him with betrayal and sadness, even then only looking at him briefly. You exhausted yourself, but you were fighting them. Distancing yourself and giving them the silent treatment. It made Kōtarō not want to leave, you being so upset at him, but he didn’t have a choice.

Kōtarō needed to find a new place for everyone to live, of course. With the high probability of you becoming pregnant, you couldn’t be living in Tokyo, hours away from your alpha. Knowing you would be carrying his pups without him around had Kōtarō growling, Keiji gently patting his arm. Kōtarō calmed down at that, indulging in the calming scent of Keiji. Keiji has already been bonded to him, so it wouldn’t be as stressful if he wasn’t bonded — you were both his mates and therefore, you could be trusted in Keiji’s care. It was still hard to go. He didn’t want to leave with the state you were in.

“What place were you thinking about?” Keiji mused, running his finger in a pattern on Kōtarō’s arm. Just something to do as he mentally planned for the upcoming weeks. The type of house would determine how long those weeks would be.

“Some place big, but close by the gym and practice gym. Maybe traditional? I’ve always wanted to live in a traditional, zen kind of house,” Kōtarō’s eyes lit up as he talked, images and scenes of a large house full of his lovers and his children, playing volleyball in the yard. Keiji smiles at that, knowing it would be at least a month. Enough time to have you positively pregnant and to get you settled into your new role. It’d take effort, of course it would, but he could do it.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, Bokuto-san,”

“Ya know, we really gotta get used to calling each other by our given names. You’re gonna be a Bokuto, aren’t’cha?”

“Well, of course I am. Just like [Y/N]. We’ll be the Bokuto family,” he sighs, closing his eyes as the name settles in his mind. The Bokuto family has a nice ring to it, he thinks.

Kōtarō spends his last night cuddling you to sleep. You want no part of it, lying stiff as a board as he presses kisses to your neck and rubs his hand over your stomach. It’s a sickening thought, the possibility of getting pregnant. If you really had been ovulating during the rut, you most likely were pregnant. It’s not like you’d know or not, you barely leave the bed to urinate. It’s disgusting to have to deal with, but even when you do get the bathe and do your business, Keiji is right next to you, ready to intervene if necessary. Although Kōtarō is often in there with you, lathering up your body as his touches become less innocent, Keiji’s stone-cold gaze forces you to not attempt anything silly.

When the morning comes, Kōtarō is desperate to keep something of yours until he can see you again. In order to keep him happy, you acquiesce to his demands and let him take your used clothes, yet to be washed. As if the lingering scent of the morning sex isn’t still clinging to his skin. You can’t smell it, nor Keiji, but you know it’s there as you watch him dress himself, tucking himself away as he rambles on about his plans for the future. Three kids for him, two for Keiji, a nice big house, just the ideal lifestyle for anyone. It’ll never happen, though. His delusions will soon shatter when you stay distant and refuse to love him or Keiji.

Keiji waves goodbye to you, saying he’ll come back when he’s done with work. He plans on taking Kōtarō to the train station and then going to work, so you’ll be stuck for the next few hours. Until dinner time, that is. After an hour, you hear a ping from your phone and reach over to look at it. You can still use your phone, of course, but any possibility of calling for help is useless. In this society, nobody would help you. Not only that, your phone is bugged and linked to Keiji’s. He knows when you unlock your phone, what you do at what time, and how long you’re on it. You’re almost positive he can shut it off if he wants to.

The noise is a message from Kōtarō, telling you he misses you already. A roll of the eyes as you lock it, setting it beside you again. You’re able to barely reach the table beside the bed, but none of the drawers. One hand is secured to the headboard, wooden and strong enough to withstand Kōtarō’s ruthless rut. You feel restless as the day has only begun, the next time you will be able to move out of the bed, if at all, will be when Keiji comes home.

The doorknob to the apartment jiggles, making you jump. Keiji should’ve gone to work, so the sudden noise was unexpected. When it finally turns, you expect to see the familiar hair of your former friend, the tousled raven hair and the broad build. Although the man has the proper stature, the hoodie covering his head and the cheap-looking mask covering his face prevent you from properly identifying him. You can’t tell if he’s smirking or not, the intense feeling that he’s giving off tells you he is. With your hand secured to the bed, you really don’t have much in the way of options. The phone is still an option, but you doubt you could get to it in time.

The man lunges towards you, spurring you to attempt to grab the phone. Your fingers brush the metal device before your arm is forcefully gripped and twisted. You scream as your body twists, attempting to lessen the pain. It’s useless, but you still try. When your mouth opens, he quickly shoves something round and hard in it, your tongue pressed against the barrel of the gun.

“Don’t move a muscle,” his voice was low and hoarse, as if he was adjusting it to hide his identity. It was still unfamiliar to you, your brain unable to register what was going on. The man easily overpowers you, using his weight to keep you pinned to the bed. Fear prickles your skin, the chill setting in deep into your bones despite the lingering warmth of the fading Summer heat. It’s a horrible feeling, frozen in fear as your mind races, unable to do anything except stay still. It’s horrible, the fact you listen to the stranger’s demands despite wishing you were dead and out of Kōtarō and Keiji’s grasps. The gun is removed from your mouth, but the knowledge of it being in his possession is enough to keep you compliant, barely acknowledging the man’s hands moving to slip under the dress you were kindly given.

To keep yourself ready and easily accessible to both Keiji and Kōtarō until they had to part, it was best to slip you into a plain and simple white sundress. It was a present from Kōtarō, a small way of saying you were his now. With the lack of panties or other undergarment, you were essentially naked to the intruder as he sat on his heels, dark eyes scanning over your form. You were shaking from the fear, the unknown, but you weren’t attempting to move or thrash about. It was so easy to take advantage of you, you already nice and wet for him, too. The slick buildup from the morning session with Kōtarō lingers, as well as the creamy substance of his seed fucked into you. Unless the intruder was an Alpha, he couldn’t do much damage, but the thought of leaving you alone without a touch, a taste, was too unbearable.

It didn’t take long for the feeling of something hard and thick to push against your folds, collecting slick and teasing, your sensitivity making you whimper at the touch. It was a sudden plunge, forcing himself deep into your cunt as he groaned, your walls clenching around him. You thought the groan sounded familiar, but there was no more time to think on it when he put his hand on your throat, effectively shutting off proper access to your lungs. Your walls tighten again around him, him finding it hard to retract his hips but thrusting back in. His pace isn’t too fast, but his thrusts are brutal as he continues to drive his cock into your sensitive and abused pussy. He’s not an Alpha, you can tell by the lack of an inflating knot, but it still remains that you’re being violated by an unknown man. The whimpers coming from your throat are all you can release, barely sucking in air to stay conscious. When your vision starts to fade, the man and the walls of the room slowly blurring together, you start to panic.

The gun is still beside you, but it’s not your concern. The bullet in the chamber can’t threaten you unless the barrel’s against your head, but the hand currently cutting off oxygen is threatening your life. Attempting to dig your nails into the fabric of the hoodie is useless, his work gloves keeping his hands from getting any marks, either. Your lungs burn from lack of air and your vision slowly fades to black, a heat and chill settling over your body at the same time as you continue to feel his body pinning you down. The brutal fucking is the only sensation you still have, the stinging of your skin as he snaps his hips to meet yours and the squelching sounds from your sloppy pussy, cum and slick spurting and coating his cock as he chases his own high. You don’t know if he finished inside, your sensations dying out as you slip into unconsciousness.

When you wake up, your lungs ache and your face feels wet. When you flutter your eyes open, you’re faced with the creamy beige walls of Keiji’s bedroom, the lamp and phone on the bedside table. A presence is beside you, a large hand gently brushing your hair. Your eyes widen as you jolt, Keiji gently shushing you as he holds you. It’s comforting, someone familiar beside you after the experience you just had. You don’t know what happened after everything went black, but the smell of Keiji’s morning coffee and his cologne calm you down, tears spilling out as your fists bunch up the fabric of his shirt.

“I had a bad feeling, so I immediately came back home. I didn’t expect you to be completely unconscious, what did you do?” He asked, oblivious to what had really transpired. It was painful to recall, the fear from before rising again as you remember the man’s stature, looming over you as he pinned you to the bed. Another fit of tears come, the droplets soaking the white of Keiji’s shirt. “Darling, you need to tell me what’s wrong. What-“

“A stranger,” a hiccup interrupted you, red and tired eyes looking to his face. He looks confused, so you need to press on. “He broke in. Violated me. He— he ra-“

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. If I had known something so horrible would happen, I wouldn’t have left you all alone. You could’ve come with me, but you’ve been so naughty, you know,” his voice is gentle, but there’s a certain chill in his voice that has your fear spiking. His hands are warm, caressing your back as he speaks. “But, you know, you cheated on Bokuto-san and I. I have to punish you,”

“I— I didn’t do it on purpose!” Why were you defending yourself? Your mind had to momentarily adjust itself, the feeling of helplessness from earlier now back. Once the cuff had released the headboard, it was nothing for Keiji to force you into the bathroom. No amount of strength you had could compare to him, nor height. He wasn’t afraid to hurt you either, almost smashing your fingers in the door frame because you wouldn’t let go. “Akaashi, stop!!”

“Akaashi? Now, we can’t have that. You should address me properly, dear,” he grips your face, smushing your cheeks together as you find yourself practically flung into the tub. It’s already full of hot water, almost scalding, as he holds your head under. Struggling once more, it’s futile. His strength far surpasses yours, stature looming over you. Under the water, his image is distorted, but the way he looks down at you feels familiar. Before that thought can continue, you feel your lungs burning as you thrash again, thoughts only focused on surviving. When your head is pulled up, you gulp air as you cough, water sputtering as you do. “You need to be punished.”

“Let me go, I didn’t do anythi-“ your head is once more under the water, nails digging into the flesh of Keiji’s arms as he holds you still. You didn’t get a good gulp of air, so you’re quickly back at the previous feeling of helplessness as your lungs burn, vision blurring. Before everything goes black, you’re once more pulled from the water. Your face is hot, either from lack of air or the heat of the bathroom and water, you’re not too sure. But Keiji is sure of one thing and that’s the way you’re clinging to him. You were digging your nails into him, squirming and attempting to leave, but now your nails were digging into his as your grip tightened around his forearm. You were clinging to him, unconsciously seeing him as your savior, as he was the one who controlled your ability to breathe, therefore your life. He could drown you if he wanted to, but Kōtarō wouldn’t like that. No, he just needed you to depend on him, change your stance on how you saw your lovers.

Keiji also couldn’t help how delicious you looked, drenched as steam rose from the water, your white dress floating around you as if you were an ethereal being. You looked angelic and untainted... an urge to corrupt you washed over him, compelling his body into the steaming water. It was a tight fit, but he managed. With his sweatpants on, it was easy for him to simply push down the waistband and pull out his cock. “Now I have to cover up that man’s scent, or do you want everyone to know you’re a whore?”

“Akaashi, enough, this isn’t any diff-“

“Are you saying I’m a rapist? That’s what you’re implying, right? If you really think that, then I’ll be that. I would never purposefully hurt you,” his words contradict his actions, his hard cock pressing into your walls as he speaks. Sensitivity still lingers, your legs twitching as he sinks down to the hilt. “You’re saying I’m the bad guy, aren’t you? Well, how about I be the bad guy? Let’s recreate the scenario,”

“Akaashi, please, stop!” You cry out, weak limbs attempting to push him off. Hot, fat tears stream down your cheeks as Keiji licks them away, kissing their trails as you continue to sob at the feeling. It was a horrible feeling, being helpless, but a part of you knew you were safe. Keiji wouldn’t let you die, the only thing that prevented you from putting more effort in. Even with the splashing water, he kept one hand on the back of your head to prevent you from going under. Keiji’s pace is always the same — slow strokes, but deep and meaningful as he rocks his hips into yours and makes sure to roll his hips. It’s a completely opposite of Kōtarō’s, brutal and relentless, but Kōtarō fils you out more. Keiji has to make sure you feel every ridge, every vein, every pulse from his cock and have it completely engraved into your mind.

When Keiji gets close, he holds you closer to him, kissing your neck as your hands grasp at the tub’s edges, mind reeling from the force of your orgasms. Your nerves are on fire, your walls constantly clamping around Keiji’s cock like a vice, all while he rides out his own high. He presses a sweet kiss to the mark on your neck, where it meets your shoulder, right where he sports a matching mark on his own skin. It’s Kōtarō’s bond, what links him to the two of you forever. With a final thrust, Keiji spills deep inside you as he kisses you deeply, forcing you to swallow his moan of pleasure as he swallows your mewls. You’re still tight around him, walls fluttering pathetically around his girth as he relishes in the way you feel, keeping his seed locked inside you.

When he breaks the kiss, you’re both panting heavily, chests heaving for different reasons. “There. Now he’s gone,” a gentle kiss on your temple. With those words, a silence settles over the room. Although the stranger may be gone, in his place stands Akaashi Keiji.

The next day, Keiji is home.

“Just a precaution, dear,” he had said. “So nothing else bad will happen to you when I’m not here. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” With those words, he convinced you of his intentions. The previous day’s events had you rattled, the fear of being alone subconsciously rooted into your mind. A small whimper of Keiji’s name, his given name, had him smiling and cooing at you, taking you anywhere in the apartment you wanted to go. It was nice to finally leave the bedroom and bathroom sections, seeing the front room and kitchen, able to hear and see people outside the windows. You dare not let your eyes linger too long on the windows, covered completely with only shadows passing by, nor on the door. The door which had a recently newly installed lock, to take extra precautions. A passing thought of how it seemed to be so quickly enforced comes by, leaving as you become hyper aware of the blank gaze Keiji gives you. It’s not blank, per se. It looks blank to many bystanders, but to you, you know he’s focusing. He’s watching you and analyzing what you do. It’s a test.

A test you seem to have passed, when he calls you back for a bath. He doesn’t guide you there, no threats, just a simple “Come along,” as he walks towards the same bathroom he almost drowned and violated you in. The fear and anxiety of going back has your flight or fight response kicking in, the seemingly easy option of flinging the door open and leaving has your legs moving. But Keiji is quicker, stronger, and smarter than you. Before your fingertips can even graze the lock, your face is slammed into the floor.

“You were doing so well, too,” his feet are planted on either side of you, one moving to plant itself on your back. With a bit of force, you’re screaming as he has his heel pushing into your spine. “You deserve to be punished.”

“Fuck you, Akaashi!” You spit, squirming and wriggling to get him off. When his foot moves, you attempt to get up, but soon he drops down and fists your hair in one hand, the other pushing your cheeks together.

“I should wash that dirty mouth of yours,” he growls, shoving your face against the floor. By shoving, he essentially drops you into the floor. With a burning sensation in your nose, you feel a vaguely familiar liquid trickling out, a small red dot beneath you. He does it once more, making sure to keep his hand on your head to prevent you from getting up. “I trusted you to listen to me, [Y/N],”

“I’ll never listen to you,” you declare, hands balling into fists beside you. “I’ll never forgive you and Bokuto for what you did. I’ll never forgive or forget how you raped me, either!”

“I did no such thing. You enjoyed it, whore. You clamped around me like a vice last night, just as you probably did the stranger that violated you. Can it be consider violation if you were wet? What about when you started to enjoy it?”

“How would you know that, unless-“

“I know how much of a slut you can be, sleeping around with Alphas in high school and other Betas. You probably got off on being raped,” He sneers, putting more force in his hand, making it uncomfortable as your cheek is smushed against the floor.

“Fuck you,”

“I’ll take that as a yes. As a punishment, you won’t be leaving that bedroom for some time,” he finally lets you free, a large breath of air inhaled as you realize he was putting his weight on your lungs. “Come here,”

Wrenched from the ground, you find yourself dragged, kicking and screaming, back into the bedroom where Keiji cuffs you to the headboard. He’s huffing, but he manages to get both wrists cuffed to the headboard. Back to square one, with you refusing to acknowledge him while he tries to talk. Well, he does talk, you’re forced to listen.

When dinner time comes around, you expect some plain chicken broth or maybe even water, but instead you’re given nothing. Keiji doesn’t come in the room at all. The water running let’s you know he’s washing dishes, but where’s your meal? When his humming enters the room, you know he’s coming down. When he opens the door, in his hand lays a plate with bread crust and crumbs, along with some pocky sticks. Just two, however. Barely considered a meal. “Dinner!”

“You’re kidding me,”

“Dear, you know I don’t joke around easily. You were naughty this afternoon, so you’re going to eat my leftovers. Bread crust and some stale pocky sticks is the only thing on your menu,”

“I’ll starve instead,” a glare sent his way does frazzle him one bit, instead almost makes him... chippier. As if you’re falling for his well hidden trap. A nod and he’s gone, your only source of food with him. He won’t enter to room again until nighttime, so you’re left to wallow in your own solitude, something you used to take for granted.

When Keiji does finally come into the room, you’re excited to see him before remembering you don’t like him. Instead of taking the key and releasing your restraints to sleep, he grabs his pillow, his blanket, and his phone charger. “Where are you going?”

“Well, since you obviously hate me, I thought it’d be best that I leave you alone. After all, that is what you wanted, yes?” A small smirk is on his face as your eyes widen, thoughts running through your head as he takes his leave. Without a bid goodnight, Keiji leaves you alone in the room. With no possible entertainment except your mind, you feel uneasy. Unsteady. The world is suddenly dropping you off in an empty room with nothing and you can’t think of anything to keep yourself entertained. The television set buzzes to life outside, while the popping of popcorn fills your ears along with the melted butter smell. An urge to move flits around, but you decide it is best to not.

The next day, it’s a similar situation. Within three days of Kōtarō’s leave, you’ve found yourself craving his company more than ever. Keiji is ruthless and merciless, entering the bedroom for clothes and then leaving for work. He doesn’t talk to you, he doesn’t look at you, he barely enters the room anymore. You feel your stomach grumble at the thought of food, your mouth dry from the lack of fluids in your system. A pathetic way to die, one would think. With the lack of nutrition, your body will eventually decay or fall into an unstable state. Keiji isn’t a dunce, he knows this — at least, he should. Why then, you wonder, is he allowing this? Not only are you completely attached to the bed, but you haven’t been able to get up at all, even for bathroom use. The urine has stained the sheets, turning the pristine white cotton into a grimy yellow color, the ammonia stench covering the entire bedroom. You felt like a helpless child, in dire need of your parents to come home.

In a way, that’s what it was. You were helpless and needed someone else’s help. You need Keiji’s help. You can only go so long before you end up breaking, and you’ve reached a limit. The disgusting liquid under you was the final thread, the squelching and squeezing every time your hips move to a different area to attempt to leave the spot resulting in a failed attempt. The white dress was soaked, first from the bathroom incident and now it was dyed yellow due to your own fluids. Kōtarō wouldn’t be happy with those results.

When Keiji finally comes home, you hear him. You hear the door close and a sigh. Waiting for him to enter the room is quickly disregarded as you call for him. With no hesitation, he arrives at the room, looking at you. “You called, darling?”

“Keiji, please. I’m sorry I was bad. I need you, please don’t leave me,” you cry out, pulling on the cuffs. Shushing you, he quickly attends to your wrists, red and raw from the tugging, pulling, and twisting you’ve done over the past day. Once one hand is free from the restraint, he’s happy to feel it grabbing his shoulder, a silent beg to not leave. “Kei-“

“I know, I know. I won’t hurt you,” his words calm you down, sobs turning into hiccups as he guides you off the bed. Your legs are weak, unstable from lack of use, so he bridal carries you into the bathroom, not caring about the urine. After setting you on the toilet, he strips you of your dress and starts the bath. Trusting you to not move, he leaves. Another test, to see if you’ve really shaped up after the last attempt.

Keiji stands in the bedroom, pulling the sheets off the bed and removing the pad. He puts them aside, but waits. No movement from the bathroom, not even the toilet seat squeaking or the shutting off of the water. Continuing to put the sheets and dress away, he picks out a set of panties — new and clean, a treat for being good — to go with the pastel pink sundress. It looks exactly like the other one, except the color. After getting a towel and a change of clothes himself, he leaves.

You’re still sitting on the toilet, looking at him as he enters. Perking up, you push into the hand the caresses your head, brushing the tangled hair. He stops the water, guiding you into the tub. Once you’re settled, he strips down and joins you.

“You’re not going to hurt me?” You ask, voice dull.

“Of course not. When have I ever done that?”

The next day is such an improvement, Keiji can’t help but let Kōtarō know how well you’ve adjusted. You’re compliant out of fear rather than love, but Kōtarō doesn’t know that. He’s so excited to see a picture of you cooking in the kitchen, he probably wouldn’t care. The picture doesn’t capture the longing look at the knives, the fleeting glances at the door, the rigidness of your body as Keiji wraps his arms around you. It’s small gestures, but you never move to accomplish the action. Your finger might twitch, a gulp as you see the unlocked door, but you continue on. You make the noodles, you bring the tray to Keiji, you sit in his lap and allow the arms to secure your place. The food is something you’re ever thankful for, the lack of food spurring your resilience into breaking. With a gentle blow, Keiji feeds you the ramen you dutifully prepared for the both of you all day.

You never looked at the door again. You never looked at the knives unless you were cutting something. Even with Keiji breathing down your neck, eyes focused on your hands, you didn’t twitch or move to hurt him. You went to the bathroom and didn’t complain when he joined you. Even when he had to do his little daily checkup, you didn’t complain. The first time, you mentioned it tickled and questioned what he was doing, sticking his nose between your legs as he pried them open. He just smiled and said he needed to know if you were healthy, to which your questions easily stopped. Although he occasionally swept his tongue over your still wet folds, you never told him to go away and leave you alone. Even when he went further and had put you on the bathroom’s countertop before diving between your legs once more, your fingers thread themselves through his hair as you moaned.

When the news of Kōtarō coming back reached your ears, you didn’t know how to feel. Keiji was the one to help you, give you comfort, so you didn’t feel too excited to see Kōtarō. Keiji knew this would cause problems, as Kōtarō was expecting you to be as loving to him as you were to Keiji. After an explanation of the situation, you promised to perform appropriately for Kōtarō. With a whispered threat of locking you up again, you easily complied with everything you were asked to do. When Kōtarō came through the door, he was easily able to catch you as you jumped on him. “Welcome back!”

“Aw, [Y/N]! I’m glad to be back!” He nuzzled into your neck, indulging in your scent. You could easily pretend to be in love with Kōtarō, but your scent would tell him if you were feeling off. With his superior senses, you had to be forced into a mindset where you did love Kōtarō. Threats and memories of the past had could nodding along, situating yourself into his life easily. “I missed you, a lot,”

“Well, we won’t have to be gone for so long again, right?” You ask, a pout forming. “Or are you going to leave me?”

“Oh, no! You’re gonna live with me,” he grins, a closed eye smile. Your eyes widen as the information is processing, Keiji coming from the kitchen.

“It was a surprise for you. We’ll be moving to Osaka to be close to Bokuto-san,” he’s drying a knife, one he recently finished washing, but it’s also a silent threat. Kōtarō didn’t see the horrified look on your face, but he sure did.

“O-Oh. Okay! I can’t wait, when are we.. when do we move?” Twiddling your fingers, Kōtarō wraps his arms around you once more, effectively picking you up. No hesitating, your legs wrap around his waist as he looks up at your face, love flooding his eyes.

“You’ll move in with me tomorrow. Once Akaashi’s boxed everything up, he’ll join us. Our room is all set up, and there’s lots of rooms for kids. Speaking of-!”

“Another time, Bokuto-san,” Keiji harshly whispered, Kōtarō’s eyes widening before smiling, nodding. You didn’t know what that was, but you then focused on Kōtarō moving to the couch.

“Let’s eat, I’m starving! Maybe I can have something special for dessert, if you know what I mean,” with an added eyebrow wiggle, you shyly smile and nod. It’s what Keiji told you would please Kōtarō. It’s what Keiji told you that you need to do.

The dinner itself is fine, but when you ask to use the restroom, Kōtarō points out the red splotches on your white dress. Panicking, you attempt to locate the spot as your face heats up in embarrassment. Keiji then points out the bit of blood on Kōtarō’s pants, making you think your cycle has started. At that mention, Kōtarō’s growling in anger as you seize up in fear, unsure of what to do. Keiji tells you to change while he deals with Kōtarō, you immediately obeying and going to the bedroom.

“I thought ovulating meant she would get pregnant. Why isn’t she pregnant? Were you wrong?” Kōtarō asks, still angry. He knows he scared you, your lingering scent of fear in the room and around him. He thought he could smell another scent on you, but he didn’t know what it could be.

“Bokuto-san, I know this is frustrating but it’s possible she didn’t get pregnant. However, spotting is a sign of pregnancy. It was only a few drops. If she has anymore blood leakage that gets heavy tonight, we’ll know,” Keiji is able to calm down Kōtarō, who rolls his shoulders back and lies against the back of the couch. “Do you want to change your jeans?”

“Nah, it’s barely noticeable. Plus,” a thumb runs over the denim, Kōtarō licking his lips as his eyes darken, “this is like she’s claiming me, right?”

Kōtarō does not force himself on you that evening. Instead, he just cuddles you that night. It’s a differing touch than Keiji’s, who ends up rolling to the other side of the bed in the night. Kōtarō holds you close and tightly all night, snuggling closer to you, as if it was possible, and nudging his nose in your neck. It’s sweet, you think, as he caresses you like you’re made of glass.

The next morning, Kōtarō has you properly dressed to leave with him. A set of panties, sweatpants, t-shirt, and a hoodie. It’s a casual set of clothes, but they are all you came to Keiji’s house in a week and a half ago. Kōtarō says he’ll get you better clothes once you’re settled in, but you feel uneasy as you bid goodbye to Keiji. He worries about your mental state once you’re alone with Kōtarō, but he just has to hope you’re able to seem stable enough for a day.

In Osaka, you feel like your life is beginning anew. It’s not much different from Tokyo, but as Kōtarō guides you through the streets, it becomes known that Osaka has a lot more greenery. It’s very beautiful, in your opinion. When he stops in front of an old house, you glance at him. “Our new home, sweetheart!” He cheers, kissing your cheek as he picks you up. Carrying you inside the house, you notice the security. The gate is only opened via pin entry, which the gate itself is roughly 2 meters tall. Even the door to the house requires thumbprint access, a very modern and technological touch in an older, traditional house.

He shows you to your room, which is also his room, but yours too. It has its modern touch, with the remaining aspect of futons to lay on. The cameras in the hallway also are in your view, the one in the bedroom and the hallway. Looking into each room, you notice they are containing cameras, but one room is different. “What’s this?”

“Oh? This is our nursery! So, when you have a baby, it’ll be in here,” he chirps, pointing out things in the room. Scanning the room, you notice the lack of camera secured.

“Where’s the camera?”

“What— what camera?” Rubbing the back of his neck, he fakes confusion. You see right through it.

“I noticed the other cameras. There’s not one here,”

“Oh, well, that’s because this room has baby monitors!” He gestures to the white device. A nod of understanding has the tour moving on. Showing you to the kitchen, you notice the pantry and fridge are stocked. “Would you make me dinner?”

“Of course. What do you want?”

“You, served hot and steaming in the bath,” he grins. Eyes widen as you realize what he wants, you sheepishly laughing as you acquiesce.

Kōtarō is much rougher than Keiji, you knew that, but the way he fucks you with fervor as he hasn’t seen you in almost five days is something akin to his rut. Sinking his teeth into your skin, remarking his territory as he spurs you into your first orgasm of the night. Your nails are digging into his broad shoulders, the only thing you can use to keep yourself grounded. The setting wasn’t in the bathroom, but rather the bedroom where he claimed he wanted to “seal the deal” of you coming home. Legs tighten around his waist, back arching as he continues to drive his cock into you and litter your neck with less painful marks, claiming already claimed territory. As he presses a wet, sloppy kiss against your lips, you scream as you tighten your walls, feeling his knot force its way inside you.

A warm hand rubs the side of your body as your walls convulse around him, squeezing as he pumps you full of his cum. It’s a memory to you, but it feels so warm and fulfilling, you immediately relax in his hold as he continues to pepper kisses along your body. It’s a comforting feeling, being praised and cared for, a drastic difference from the way Keiji treated you a few days ago. Well, how you think he treated you a few days ago. He said he never did it, but your body said differently. With Kōtarō’s eyes of love looking down on you, you didn’t think it mattered. That was in the past, this was the present. You felt comfortable here, that was what mattered.

When Keiji arrived with a bunch of boxes, you were told to make them lunch so they could eat when they were done. Kōtarō said he didn’t want you straining yourself after last night, so you agree to his demands. Deciding to make some udon for lunch, you get to work as they lug in the boxes. The boxes aren’t large nor heavy, but watching Kōtarō easily lift three of them with no effort, while Keiji brings in two at most with also no effort, you feel yourself get wet at the thought of them hot and sweaty afterwards. With a possible treat in mind, you work more diligently, mentally preparing yourself to ask them.

Keiji mentioned he’d be looking for another job while Kōtarō was at the gym. It would be the first time you would be alone and free to roam. You begged Keiji to not leave for too long, hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt as he pried your hands off. Kōtarō gave you a sweet kiss before he left, telling you he’d try to hurry back, but you knew Keiji would get back first. Sitting in the large house, you didn’t know what to do except cook and sleep. Your phone screen lit up with a message from Kōtarō, a picture of him blowing you a kiss with a message of ‘I miss you!’ under it. You smile at that, sending back a message that you miss him, too.

Before you lock your phone, you look at the many games you have on it. There’s one game you don’t remember being on it, it looks like a tracker app. Clicking on it, it welcomes you and it shows how far along you are in.. pregnancy? First reaction is to panic, how do you know if you’re pregnant? Going into the internet app, you search up symptoms of pregnancy. One that jumps out to you is the spotting, only a little bit of blood as the sperm fertilizes the egg. It is most likely what you did on Kōtarō’s lap, the day he came to Tokyo. Another surge of panic comes as you think of your lovers, your mates. With Keiji looking for a new job and Kōtarō being busy with being a professional athlete, they don’t have time to take care of you and a baby. You decide to not tell them.

Although you decide to not tell them, the next week is excuses of your recent symptoms. You find yourself more exhausted than usual, not even getting out of bed to bid goodbye to Kōtarō and Keiji. Not only that, you end up in the bathroom as you feel sick, but only half of the times does something come up. It’s when you have another episode of morning sickness does Keiji pop the question. “Should I get a pregnancy test?”

“N-No! I’m not pregnant, just some bad sushi!” When Keiji’s grip on your arm gets tighter, you whimper. “Keiji, stop hurting me,”

“I’m not hurting you, I just need you to tell me the tru-“ the door shutting cuts him off, his attention to the door of the bathroom where Kōtarō is, panting.

“Something’s wrong, isn’t it? I could sense it,”

“I’m just a bit sick-“ “She’s pregnant-“ You both speak at the same time. Your eyes widen as Keiji looks at you.

“Pregnant? Now? Really?” Kōtarō is ecstatic, but you don’t take it that way.

“I’m not, I promise! I’m sorry!” You beg. Kōtarō’s mood turns sour, the anger directed towards you. Keiji stands back, but he doesn’t interfere.

“Why are you lying to me? If Keiji says you are, then you are! I know you’re lying!” He kneels on the ground and grabs your shoulders, digging his meaty fingers into the flesh. You yelp in pain, attempting to get him off. “Why are you doing this?! You were doing so well!”

“Stop, Kō-chan, stop! You’re hurting me!” A call out of his childhood nickname has his rage quelling, as you brush his hands off and rub the stinging skin. “I don’t want to be pregnant,”

“This isn’t about what you want. It’s about what we want, do you understand that?” Keiji speaks, voice low and threatening. You quickly nod your head, attempting to explain yourself.

“I- I thought that you wouldn’t want a baby because you’re both busy! I don’t- I don’t want to burden you more than I do,” with your words, the anger and rage suddenly evaporates as they understand.

“Burden us? Baby, we love you and do everything for you. You’re going to be carrying my pups and Keiji’s babies, we want this. This is all I ever hoped for,” Kōtarō coos, taking your hands and pressing a kiss to them. A fit of sobs escape as you wrap your arms around him, hiccuping into his chest. Keiji sits and smiles, knowing you have completely adjusted into the proper role.

With the news of your pregnancy, Kōtarō is able to get off a lot more to be there for you. You’re no omega, so it’s not as if he has to take off for 9 months, and Keiji is there to take care of you. Keiji takes care of any appointments you need to do, signing you into a private hospital nearby where Kōtarō’s teammate’s omega gave birth. A list of what was normal was given to you and Keiji and what would be a cause for concern, so you made sure to drill into your head about the possible problems. It was vital that you were able to give birth, being able to give Kōtarō and Keiji what they wanted all you needed to take care of yourself. Keiji prepared your meals, making sure you were eating properly even before the bump showed.

When the bump became prominent, you were glad that your wardrobe consisted of dresses. The dresses you had were all loose-fitting and easy to move around in. With the upcoming winter months, you had lots of blankets and an oversized jacket, bearing Kōtarō’s MSBY number and logo. Kōtarō couldn’t keep his hands off of you, always rubbing your bump and pinching the extra fat you were putting on. Worry over the added weight was a brief concept that quickly evaporated as Kōtarō voiced how much he loves the extra meat to fondle and love, tickling you as you giggle afterwards. Keiji couldn’t say he disagreed with Kōtarō, the added weight adding to your cuteness charm as you did the most basic and minuscule things. He could disagree with Kōtarō on the obsession with the pregnancy milk, however.

Lactation was painful, the way your boobs ached as they were full of creamy milk. Although they ache, Kōtarō encouraged you to let him drink from them. Hesitation was in the beginning, but once his lips had secured themselves on your nipple and started sucking, it was quite relaxing. The tender ache in your breasts were gone as Kōtarō drank from them, but he often had to drink from both of them due to Keiji’s aversion. He didn’t see the appeal, he rather enjoyed teasing your nipples when the sexual appetite of yours had risen, but he didn’t see the appeal in drinking the milk. Keiji did oblige Kōtarō, however, in looking into lactation cookies, which would increase milk production and could even make it taste better. It was worth a try, as it would help the children to develop as you breastfed them.

The lactation cookies Keiji made looked awful, but tasted amazing. You would have eaten all of them had it not been for Keiji stopping you. Kōtarō seemed excited, immediately begging for another go. He’d have to wait until nighttime, since he often took naps after you breastfed him during the day.

At night, you often slept completely naked, able to easily feed Kōtarō if he woke up in the middle of the night. Your sex drive had risen exponentially in your second trimester, to the point Kōtarō had to request off to take care of you. He made sure to keep his promise, stuffing you with his thick cock and plugging you up with his cum or lapping at your folds until your fluids splashed against his face. With the third trimester underway, your libido has decreased while your milk had increased, but that didn’t deter Kōtarō from getting frisky. Even as Keiji bathed away from you two, he couldn’t help but touch himself to your whines and mewls.

Kōtarō has been riding a cloud since your pregnancy came about. Even before the milk, he found it hard to resist fucking you, especially with the added sensitivity. Your breasts were larger now, bouncing with every thrusts as he tweaks the nipples, watching the cream dribble from them. He can’t help himself, really, as he goes to attach himself to one of your perky buds. When Keiji enters the room, he chuckles at the sight.

“Should we worry that there won’t be enough milk for you and the baby?” He muses, sitting on the futon next to you. Your hand grasps at his silk shirt, bringing him down to give you a kiss. Even as Kōtarō drills into you, you want more. A wet pop resounds around the room as Kōtarō laughs, groaning in your ear as he plugs you with his knot, pumping you full.

“The pup can have those bottles, and with help of those miracle cookies, we should be fine. You sure you don’t want to at least try a bit? It feels nice for her, doesn’t it, my little Beta?” He coos, pressing kisses to your cheeks as you come down from your high, walls fluttering around Kōtarō’s cock.

“It relieves some pain, I’ll admit that,” you smile at Keiji. “You can try,”

“Well, how can I say no to that?” He smiles back at you, brushing hair out of your face. Kōtarō massages your breast, holding it so Keiji can attach his lips to the nipple. His eyes focus on the creamy liquid dripping from the bud, only to become transparent as it follows gravity. When he does get a taste, he knows he’s in trouble. It’s as delicious as Kōtarō said, creamy and full that makes you want more. As he sucks with fervor, you giggle and Keiji is joined by his other lover, suckling any milk he left behind. It’s such a strange thing to happen, both grown men sucking on your chest as if they had been born only recently. With the swell of your stomach, you knew they’d have to share their milky mine.

As your due date drew near, you found yourself unable to do anything alone. Kōtarō was off completely until you delivered and Keiji was no longer looking for a job, as it was decided Kōtarō made enough for everyone to live comfortably. He knew he’d have to find another job soon, as more children were born and needed to be fed, but that was a well ways off, at least 9 more months.

What started as a normal day soon turned to chaos as preparations for delivery expedited when your water broke. The hospital had your room prepared already, but it was for your week stay as you were three days away from your date. Kōtarō was in a frenzy, unsure of what to do but desperate to do something. Keiji has to drive to the hospital, while you were doing breathing exercises with Kōtarō in the back seat. It was the birth of their first child, so even Keiji was panicking, but he was also excited.

Once settled into the room, the nurses had to check to see how far along you were dilated. Kōtarō was anxious, his scent permeating the room as he started to pace. The doctor had come in, spurring him into a fighting mentality because the doctor was another Alpha. Keiji and a nurse had to get him out of the room, with a promise he could see the children once they were born, but he would have to wait in the waiting room. Weakly calling out his name and telling him you were fine, he obliged as he left, punching the wall once as he felt his emotions boil over. Keiji was by your side, holding your hand as you squeeze it, pushing when the doctor told you to.

When the room was filled with screaming, the clock chiming as 12:15 had arrived, signaling the date of birth of your first born son. With his stubby arms and legs, you laughed as you held him, Keiji getting the honor of cutting the cord. The baby still needed to be cleaned and checked over, so the doctor and nurses took him while Keiji went to get Kōtarō. By the time Kōtarō and Keiji has come back, you were holding a small, but still big, baby boy swaddled in a thick blanket. Kōtarō immediately raced over to look over both of you, his scent out of control as his emotions mingled together. He didn’t know what to think.

“It looks like it’s yours, Kōtarō,” Keiji says, hand resting on Kōtarō’s shoulder. He smiles in response, looking at the baby’s golden eyes blinking open at him.

“Sure does, Keiji. I guess the next thing we should work on is proper marriage, right?” He watches as the baby grasps his finger, the small hand even smaller compared to his large one.

“A proper marriage, yes. The ring, the dress, the ceremony, you would like that, wouldn’t you dear?”

“Of course Keiji. Anything you want.” As you look up to him, he sees nothing but love in your eyes. He smiles, nodding in agreement.

“Well, as well as making sure the next one’s mine. We should start on that as soon as possible, don’t you think?”

[dubmill]

Weekend: 11/12 June 2022

It was very late when I set out on Saturday, so I decided to catch a train up to New Barnet, then the 107 to Arkley, to repeat a walk I’ve done many times before – from Arkley Lane to Potters Bar via South Mimms service station. It was a beautiful evening – nicely warm but not too hot. However, as I approached Potters Bar, I had to cut it short, otherwise I’d have been getting to the pub well after 9.00 pm. I wished then that I’d set out earlier. But if I had, I’d have had to deal with the hotter, more oppressive middle of the day, which increasingly I find intolerable, and the walk – up Arkley Lane, through Saffron Green and round the side of Dyrham Park, then Wash Lane – would have been much less magical.

Beer-wise, I seem to have hit a lucky streak. I haven’t had a bad one in ages. At the Admiral Byng I had Elgood’s Cambridge Bitter. I’d not heard of it before, but on the pump clip it said it had won a prize, so I chose it, despite several other tempting ones being available. It was very good.

I promised myself that I’d start much earlier on Sunday, and while I did leave the house several hours earlier, I had to cross London by Underground (rather than a fast train), and I was delayed. At Manor House I found the station closed. I hadn’t seen anything about it on the TfL website but it turned out that selective industrial action by station staff was causing a number of stations to be shut for the day. Others I heard mentioned in announcements on trains were Russell Square and Pimlico.

With Manor House closed, I had to catch a bus to Finsbury Park, so it was nearly 4.00 pm by the time I reached West Acton.

I knew from past experience that I’d want a urination stop fairly early on, and in the midst of all the suburbia and heavily trafficked parks I figured that Hanger Hill Wood would be a good spot. It’s a very nice fragment of ancient woodland, with the busy North Circular on one side, but quiet within and hardly anyone around. However, there were no desire paths branching off the main paths, and the forest floor was fairly heavy on nettles, brambles and other, carpet-like undergrowth. I didn’t fancy getting stung or pricked, or stepping in hidden dog shit for that matter. After some searching, I was on the point of giving up, so I exited the wood at the southern end of Chatsworth Road and walked up the hill along the North Circular, but then found a little ingress point back into the wood, with a faint desire path leading to a spot that was perfect for my needs.

Continuing on my way, I felt a bit out of sorts, with some niggling pains at the back of my right leg. The pains seemed to go away when I walked fast, but kept coming back when I stood still to look at the map or take a photo.

Low on energy, I had a pleasant rest on a bench in the churchyard at Perivale, eating an Eccles cake while enjoying the sunshine amid the graves and with the sounds of people playing golf on the adjacent course.

My original plan was to walk all the way to Uxbridge. That would have been about 15 miles, but at nearly 8.00 pm I was only at about 7.5 miles. My furthest extent west was Islip Gardens, Northolt, where I was trying to reach the Dog Rose Ramble/Hillingdon Trail via a short section of footpath between houses. But the path was inaccessible due to a locked gate, so I decided then to turn back and make my way to Northolt station.

I had intended to go to the Wetherspoon’s at Uxbridge, or maybe even the General Elliott, but now decided to head to the nearest Wetherspoon’s I could think of that could be reached quickly – the Plough & Harrow in Hammersmith. Northolt is on the Central line, but there’s a permitted Oyster transfer at Hanger Lane, where I got off and walked about half a mile to Park Royal (Piccadilly line).

At the Plough & Harrow, my good luck with beer continued with Lancaster Black stout. I had one pint and a meal then left.

As it was only 10.00 pm, and I was dissatisfied with the 8.5 miles I’d done from West Acton to Northolt, I thought I’d walk some more. Had it been a couple of hours earlier, I might have walked all the way home, but that would have taken three to four hours, so I calculated that I could maybe make it as far as Trafalgar Square, then catch the 29 home. It’s a simple, straight, flat walk, more or less east – King Street, Hammersmith Broadway, Hammersmith Road, Kensington High Street, along the south side of the park to Knightsbridge, Hyde Park Corner, Piccadilly, then down Haymarket. I reached the square at 11.30. The distance was 6.23 miles (that figure included about half a mile I’d already walked from Hammersmith station to the Plough & Harrow). Total distance for the day was about 16 miles.

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The Milwaukee Cannibal

Timeline of events

1960′s

May 21, 1960: Jeffery Lionel Dahmer was born in Milwaukee’s Evangelical Deaconess Hospital to his parents Lionel and Joyce after a very difficult pregnancy. According to Lionel, Joyce experienced random bouts of paralysis during the pregnancy, and doctors were unable to find any reason for this. To try and treat this and mostly to calm her during, she was given “injections of barbiturates and morphine, which would finally relax her.” She would apparently also be given phenobarbital. 

We know now that the “Use of barbiturates during pregnancy has been associated with a higher incidence of fetal abnormalities. Neonatal barbiturate withdrawal symptoms have been reported in infants whose mothers took barbiturates during pregnancy,” but we don't know for sure if this applied to Jeffrey.

1962: The family made the decision to move to Ames, Iowa in 1962 so that Lionel could work on his Chemistry Ph.D.

1964: After their young son complained of extreme pain, Lionel and Joyce took Jeffrey to the hospital, were he was diagnosed with a brutal double hernia in his scrotum. Even after the surgery corrected the issue, Lionel would claim that this experience was what initially triggered the change in Jeffrey’s personality, apparently making him become much more shy and withdrawn. Psychologists believe that there is a possibility that this could actually have influenced his feelings of sexual inadequacy and insecurity in later life.

November 1966: When Joyce fell pregnant with her second child David, the family decided to move home in an attempt to find the perfect spot to raise their two children. This led to several moved throughout Ohio during the following year. This was not an easy time for the family, Joyce was struggling with another very difficult pregnancy, and young Jeffrey, who was now in the 1st grade, was starting to feel neglected, especially after David was born on December 18th.

Of course feeling neglected when a new baby comes along is a fairly common thing, but unlike most children, Jeffrey would not get over this feeling, instead it would get worse. Lionel describes his son at this time as extremely shy and withdrawn, even going as far as t say that he was terrified of new people and situations.

1968: After the family moved to Bath Ohio, Jeffrey experienced a new and particularly heinous kind of trauma. According to Lionel, Jeffrey was molested by a boy in the neighbourhood, however Jeffrey never once admitted to even remembering this.

It seems likely that Jeffrey repressed this memory, especially since his personality ticks pretty much every box when it comes to the traits that come with childhood memory repression:

Strong reactions to certain places people and situations.

Difficulty controlling emotions.

Difficulty keeping a job.

Struggling with a sense of abandonment.

Immaturity.

Tendency to self sabotage.

Impulsive.

Emotionally exhausted.

Anxiety.

Trouble with anger management.

1970′s

Late 1970: Over the last few years, Joyce had, according to Lionel, been taking drugs in order to try and deal with the extreme anxiety that she was facing on a near daily basis, but they didn't really work, and in the late 1970′s she was actually institutionalised twice for ‘psychiatric problems’. Since the family were so busy trying to take care of Joyce and raise their very young son, Jeffrey reportedly did not have a stabilising influence, or much emotional support.

This combined with the fact that he had grown tired of not fitting in led Jeffrey to build himself a reputation as somewhat of a clown, and a misfit. His behaviour at that time is very similar to that of fellow serial killer and cannibal Arthur Shawcross, he would drink heavily at just 10 years old and was always pulling ‘pranks’. Jeffreys pranks including randomly shouting, bleating like a sheep, and most memorably, faking epileptic fits.

June 4, 1978: By the time that Jeffrey had graduated from high school, his parents were going through a very difficult divorce and due to the fact that he was now legally an adult, he was actually living by himself in the home while his parents and brother lived elsewhere. Jeffrey had less emotional support than ever before and all the freedom in the world.

June 18, 1978: 19 year old Steven Mark Hicks was hitchhiking when Jeffrey drove by him and stopped, suggesting that he come back to his home for a few beers. Hicks agreed and the two went back to the house and began to drink, everything was going fine, until Hicks tried to leave. It is believed that Jeffreys crippling fears of abandonment kicked in and he flipped. He grabbed a barbell and began to club and then strangle Hicks with the weapon. According to Dahmer, over the next few weeks (!) Jeffrey stripped the flesh from the bones using acid (like he apparently had to a whole host of animals previously) smashed the bones and disposed of the remains in his back yard.

Dahmer would later claim that he had killed Hicks because he didn't wat him to leave. This reasoning would later be corroborated by at least one survivor of Jeffreys attack, claiming that Jeffreys entire personality changed when he mentioned wanting to leave. This reasoning isn't difficult to believe when you consider the lack of parental support, tendency to move, and I believe most noticeably his memory repression

After his high school graduation Dahmer enrolled in Ohio State University but he stayed only one term before dropping out.

December 24, 1978: Lionel remarried.

December 29, 1978: Jeffrey was trained as an army medic and shipped of to Baumholder Germany. This happened not long after the Vietnam war, and morale and discipline was at an all time low within the armed forces at the time, and drug and alcohol abuse amongst the soldiers was rife.

Dahmer’s reputation changed once he joined the army, he was no longer known as a clown an a prankster, but as an aggressive drunk. 

(Interesting side note, after his arrest police actually looked into murders in the area were he was stationed to see if he was active while he was there, and there did appear to be a serial killer in Baumholder at the time, but it is not believed to be Jeffrey since it was young women being killed, and as far as is known, Jeffrey only killed men.)

1980′s

March 26, 1981: When Jeffreys drinking reached the level were he was no longer able to do his job, he was discharged from the army and sent back to the US. When he got back, he slept on the beach in Florida for a few months before returning to Ohio.

October 7, 1981: Dahmer was arrested for a drunk and disorderly and resisting arrest and paid a small fine. 

August 7, 1982: Dahmer was arrested again for another drunk and disorderly. He dropped his pants in public. By this point in his life Jeffrey had moved in with his grandma, who was apparently the only person in his family who actually showed Jeffrey any affection.

September 8, 1986: By this time, Jeffrey had gone off the rails, and was getting himself into trouble pretty often. He was arrested once again for exposing himself to a group of children in Milwaukee. There are two different accounts of what happened at that time, (he was either urinating or masturbating).

Dahmer was also now frequenting gay bars and bath houses often, and actually got himself banned from one bath house, for drugging at least 4 men. No official charges were filed against him, but one of his victims was hospitalised for about a week.

September 15, 1987: According to Jeffrey, he woke up in a hotel room to find the dead body of 24 year old Steven W. Tuomi. He transported the corpse to his grandmothers home in a large suitcase, disposing of the body pretty much as he had Steven Hicks.

Nine years passed between the murders of Hicks and Tuomi, which is pretty unusual for a serial killer to do. He spent years before this second murder working his way up to it, learning how to pick up men, how to drug them, and how much. We still don't know for sure whether or not Jeffrey actually remembers the murder or not. It is possible that he was just too drunk to remember, or that, like he had for earlier trauma, he repressed the memory. I personally find it like likely that the latter is true to be honest, as it seems strange to me that he would admit to all his other crimes and not this one. Also, Jeffrey would later say that he didn't actually enjoy the killings, and that there were a necessary evil in order for him to get the bodies.

January 1988: Jeffrey offered 14 year old James Doxtator some money if he agreed to pose nude for some photos. After James agreed Jeffrey took the teenager back to his grandmothers house. After raping James (Dahmer described it as sex but James was still a child so it was actually rape) Dahmer drugged and then strangled the boy. By now his method of disposal, acid and crushing bones was well practiced.

March 24, 1988: 25 year old Richard Guerrero also came back to Jeffreys grandmothers house, once again for nude photos, and once again after sex, he drugged and strangled the young man.

September 25, 1988: Jeffrey finally moved into his own place, which is where the pace of his crimes really picked up, since he no longer felt he needed to be careful, he once again had all the freedom that he wanted.

Once he moved in, he met a 13 year old boy, who was once again offered money to pose nude for him. Jeffrey drugged the boy sing coffee and fondled him, but luckily the young boy escaped.

January 1989: Jeffrey was arrested and this time charged with 2nd degree sexual assault and enticing a child for immoral purposes.

March 25: Dahmer met Anthony Sears, 24, at a club, and like he had previously he drugged and murdered him after sex. After Dahmers arrest, Sear’s skull was recovered from Dahmer’s apartment. He had painted the skull.

May 23rd: Jeffrey was sentenced to 5 years and three years, for his attack on that 13 year old boy, but he only served 10 months before he was out on a probationary period of 5 years.

1990

May 29: Dahmer met 33 year old Ricky Beeks at a club, and used his usual MO of bribing, drugging and strangling. However this time Jeffrey had sex after he was dead, instead of before. Once again, Jeffrey had painted the mans skull, which was recovered after his arrest.

June 1990: 28 year old Edward W Smith was killed in the same way as Dahmer's previous victims, but this time Dahmer did one thing different. Jeffrey took photos of the dismemberment process.

September 2: Something changed before the murder of 24 year old Ernest Miller, causing Jeffrey to be even more gruesome than he had been previously. Instead of drugging and strangling Ernest like he had his previous victims, he drugged him and cut his throat. Once again taking pictures of the body, Jeffrey dismembered the body, putting the biceps in the freezer, and once again painting his skull.

September 24: David C Thomas was the first time that Jeffrey killed somebody without sex being involved.  It is believed that David wanted to leave before having sex with Dahmer, since Dahmer was known to kill his victims in order to make sure that they couldn't leave.

1991

March 7: Curtis Straughter was 18 years old when he was murdered, with Jeffrey this time using a different sequence of events. Previously he had had sex with his victims then drugged and killed them, and at least once he had drugged and killed them and then had sex, but this time he drugged Curtis before raping and murdering him. It is likely that this change was due to the fact that Jeffreys last victim had wanted to leave prior to sex.

April 7: Errol Lindsey, 19, last seen alive. Dahmer met him on the street and offered him money to come home with him. He drugged Lindsey, strangled him and had sex with the body. The unpainted skull was recovered from Dahmer's apartment.          

May 17: 14 year old Konerak Sinthasomphone was pickes up by Dahmer outside of the mall, he went with Jeffrey under the promise of money for nude pictures. After drugging the boy Jeffrey apparently felt pretty comfortable, ince he left the home to go out for a beer. The boy managed to escape, naked, and the neighbours called the police. Somehow however Jeffrey managed to convince the police that responded that he and the teenager were simply lovers who had had a fight (I don't know how they could be so stupid, this is a drugged child and a 30 year old with a pretty lengthy criminal record, including the sexual assault of a minor?! Like how do you just let that be?!) and the police actually RETURNED the poor boy to the sick serial killer. Dahmer strangled the 14 year old as soon as the police were gone, had sex with the body and then took pictures like he had previously. Konerak’s skull was also recovered from the apartment. 

Once people actually discovered what had happened the officers involved received mild disciplinary action (which is nowhere near enough) and the department was sued.

May 24: Deaf and mute 31 year old Tony Hughes had reportedly known Dahmer for about 2 years when Dahmer, by writing on paper, offered the man $50 to come and pose nude for him. Hughes was drugged and murdered without sex. Once again Hughes skull was found in Jeffreys apartment.

June 30: Matt turner was killed by Jeffrey after a gay pride parade. After cutting the body up the head was put in the freezer and the rest was put into a barrel of acid.

July 6: 23 year old Jeremiah Weinberger travelled with Dahmer from Chicago to Milwaukee where he then stayed overnight. Like the previous cases, everything was fine until Jeremiah decided that he wanted to leave, at which point Dahmer drugged, killed and disposed of the young mans body. 

July 15: Jeffrey was fired from the Ambrosia Chocolate Co. for bad attendance. 

On this same day Oliver Lacy, 23, was killed by Dahmer. Jeffrey had sex with the body before dismembering it, at which point he put his head In the fridge and heart in the freezer “to eat later”.

July 16: Joseph Bradehoft, 25, met Jeffrey at a bus stop, where Dahmer offered him money to pose for nude pictures. After sex, Dahmer drugged him and strangled him with a strap. He dismembered the body and, as before, put the head in the freezer and the body in the acid barrel.

July 22, 1991: Shortly after midnight, Tracy Edwards, 32, escaped from Dahmer with one hand in a handcuff and flagged down a police car. He lead the cops back to Dahmer's apartment. They found photos of dismembered victims and body parts in the refrigerator and freezer. Shortly, the sight of crews in biohazard protection suits taking evidence out of Dahmer's apartment was televised all over the world. The suits were necessary because of the smell of decay in the apartment and because of the acid in the          barrel.

Caught red-handed, with overwhelming physical evidence against him, it's not surprising that Jeffrey confessed. His dry, unemotional descriptions of murdering a dozen and a half young men belied the reality of brutality and sadism that was revealed in Tracy Edwards' testimony.

It's possible that the sameness of the descriptions (Offers of money to pose, drugs to knock them out) was not entirely accurate. Tracy Edwards claimed he was not offered money, that he only went to Dahmer's apartment for some beers before going out again. He may have been covering up his own indiscretion, or Dahmer may have lied about the ways he lured people back to his         apartment in order to make them seem less like innocent victims.          

Edwards was drugged, but did not lose consciousness. This raises the possibility that the sedatives Dahmer gave victims were intended only to weaken them, while leaving them aware of what was being done to them. Dahmer had certainly had enough practice by then to have a good idea what dose was needed to knock a man out. Dahmer may have enjoyed taunting the victims about their fate and killing them, slowly, much more than he let on later.          

Dahmer also claimed that he needed to drink heavily in order to be able to face killing people, but we know that he was a hard-core alcoholic for much of his life. For him, making excuses for drinking was normal and can not be regarded as      likely to be honest.

1992

January 14: Dahmer entered a plea of guilty but insane in 15 of the 17 murders he claimed to have committed.

February 15: By 10-2 majority vote, a jury found Dahmer to be sane in each murder. Testimony from defense and prosecution experts took weeks and was extremely gruesome. One expert testified that Dahmer periodically removed body parts of his victims from the freezer and ate them. Another testified that this was a lie Dahmer told to make himself seem insane. The jury deliberated slightly more than ten hours.

February 17: Dahmer was sentenced to 15 consecutive life terms. At the sentencing, Dahmer read a prepared statement in which he expressed sorrow for the pain he had caused.

"I knew I was sick or evil or both. Now I believe I was sick. The doctors have told me about my sickness and now I have some peace. I know now how much harm I have caused. I tried to do the best I could after the arrest to make amends."

"I now know I will be in prison the rest of my life. I know that I will have to turn to God to help me get through each day. I should have stayed with God. I tried and failed and created a holocaust. Thank God there will be no more harm that I can do. I believe that only the Lord Jesus Christ can save me from my sins."

He later pled guilty to aggravated murder in Ohio, in the death of his first victim, Steven Hicks. He was sentenced to life in prison without parole.

November 28, 1994: Dahmer murdered in prison. Dahmer and two other inmates were assigned to clean the staff bathroom of the Columbia Correctional Institute gymnasium in Portage, Wisconsin. Guards left them alone to do their work for about twenty minutes, starting at around 7:50 a.m. When Dahmer was discovered, he was unconscious and his head and face were bloody. He died on the way to the hospital from multiple skull fractures and brain trauma.                  

A bloody broom handle was found near Dahmer, but a broom is probably not sturdy enough to inflict the damage that killed him. Reports in December indicated that he was struck with a steel bar stolen from the prison weight room.  

One of the other two inmates in the area with Dahmer was also attacked. Jesse Anderson, 37, was pronounced dead in the hospital at 10:04 a.m. on November 30. Anderson was convicted of stabbing and beating his wife to death in 1992. He was serving a life term.                        

The third inmate in the work party is twenty-five-year-old Christopher Scarver, a convicted murderer reportedly taking anti-psychotic medication. Scarver murdered a coworker when he was angry at his boss. The boss got away. Scarver claimed his boss was a racist and there has been speculation that Scarver, who is black, wanted revenge for the wrongs Dahmer and Anderson (both white) had done to black people. The majority of Dahmer's victims were black. Anderson tried to blame two fictitious black men for murdering his wife during a mugging. It's been pointed out that a desire for publicity or status may have also been a motive.                        

Dahmer was attacked the previous July, also. A convicted drug dealer tried to cut his throat with a razor blade attached to a toothbrush handle, making a crude straight razor, but the weapon fell apart. Dahmer, received minimal injuries.         

Scarver is said to have delusions that he is Christ. He has been in psychiatrict observation and treatment several times, with diagnoses of bi-polar disorder and schizophrenia. He was found guilty of the murder, though, and sent to prison. A jury apparently did not believe he was insane.

[roverpassusa]

Campers Enjoy Memorial Day weekend While Staying Safe and Healthy

After months of quarantine requirements, stay-at-home orders, and social distancing regulations, the campground industry may finally be seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. With many States giving the green light to reopen parks and campgrounds around the US, getting back to the “new normal” may be just around the corner.

But until then, it is important to safely prepare your campgrounds for life after COVID-19. With Memorial Day weekend coming up, campground operators are being put to the test to safely prepare their campground sites for their campers and employees immediately.

By planning ahead and following these essential steps to safely preparing your campgrounds, you’ll be ready to take on Memorial Day weekend and continue to help fight the spread of Coronavirus!

1. Check Your Local Government Restrictions & Requirements

Many states are enforcing limited capacity upon reopening. Also, non-essential buildings such as pavilions and recreation centers will not be reopening. Again, be sure to contact your local government for more information.

For example, the state of Ohio imposed a limit of one family household per campsite that may not apply to campgrounds outside of Ohio. Make sure to check the state-specific updates as they become available.

With each local government working independently, restrictions and requirements differ from state to state. While more lenient guidelines may apply to some campgrounds, more strict guidelines may apply to others.

2. Prepare & Train Employees On Safety Procedures

Providing your employees with the proper training and tools to maintain campgrounds safety is not only essential, it is ethical.

All campground employees should be given personal protective equipment as listed below:

EPA Approved Cleaning Supplies

Gloves

Handwashing stations

Masks

Eye protection

Employees should be trained to recognize symptoms of COVID-19. Your employees should also be trained on what to do if they develop any symptoms.

Employees should be following all the necessary procedures to clean and disinfect. Make sure employees are logging their cleaning times as soon as complete. Employees are expected to be regularly washing their hands for at least 20 seconds.

3. Frequently Disinfect Facilities

As cleaning throughout the campgrounds will be more frequent, make sure to keep soaps and recommended disinfectants fully stocked at all times. Last thing you want is to run out of soap with a campground full of people.

Maintaining regular cleaning and disinfecting schedules will help keep your campers and employees safe. Post cleaning schedules and logs at every commonly used area, like restrooms and showers, to show campers that these facilities are being cleaned regularly.

Also, be sure to wipe down and disinfect the following areas at least once an hour:

Baby changing stations

Lids of personal hygiene receptacles

All door knobs

Sink faucets

Toilet & urinal Handles

Shower handles

4. Follow The Regulations Compliance Worksheet

A complete guide provided by the NARVC, the regulations compliance sheet is a checklist for campground operators to follow. It provides a complete analysis, fully in compliance with the CDC guidelines, to safely prepare RV parks and campgrounds for reopening.

We highly recommend following this regulations compliance sheet as it provides clear guidelines as well as best practices to consider upon reopening.

5. Enforce Social Distancing Rules

Many states are enforcing spacing restrictions to comply with social distancing. Make sure campers are well spaced apart throughout the grounds. RV’s should also be appropriately spaced out.

As for check-in and store areas, post signs throughout to remind guests to practice social distancing. Providing reminders and tape marks at 6-foot distances for customers in line will help promote social distancing.

To limit the number of people using restrooms and bathhouses, post a large sign noting the maximum occupancy at one time. Make sure to note on the sign that it is for social distancing purposes. If staff is available, during busy times of the day, have an employee monitor the number of people going in and out.

6. Limit Capacity

Limiting capacity will provide further spacing between campers to help enforce social distancing. This will also improve safety for your campers and employees.

By setting a predetermined maximum amount of campers at each campsite and enforcing further spacing between RV’s, campers will be enjoying their experience at safe distances. Limiting capacity will also provide for less crowds at water filling stations, dump stations, and propane filling stations.

Conclusion

There you have it! All the main steps to safely prepare your campgrounds for the upcoming Memorial Day weekend. Follow these steps and you will be well prepared and ready to go in no time. If you found this article helpful, comment below and follow us on social media!

Interested in how RoverPass can help your campground boost profits, save time, and increase occupancy all at no cost to you? Shoot us an email at sales@roverpass.com or schedule a demo here.

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My Adventure on July 6th

I’ve always wanted to see a castle. That was the biggest thing on my England to do list. So long as I got to a castle it would be a trip well done. Turned out to be a perfect adventure. 

I planned my trip the day before. I bought my train tickets to Warwick, planned my route, everything. I wake up the next day and I absolutely failed to give myself enough time. I got up as fast as I could. Darted out the door, down the elevator, and got to my bus stop. I was late, I was going to miss my train. This was definite. I had to come up with a back up plan. My only problem is that my phone doesn’t have any cellular here and I haven’t purchased a card for it. I’m roughing it in the big city without internet. This day is also Pride, so it’s busy. 

I get to the train station and board the next train that has Warwick as one of it’s stops. Problem is that it’s not Warwick station, it’s Warwick Parkway which is about a thirty minute walk from the castle. I didn’t say any other trains, so it was my best option. 

When I got off the train I pulled out my phone which still has a working map and used it to navigate myself through the outskirts and into the town of Warwick. It was a lonely day. I passed very few people, the place almost felt abandoned. As it started to rain I could see a castle tower in the distance. I tried to find shelter from the rain. The only day it rains in England my entire time here and it so happens to be the day I don’t bring a rain jacket. 

Pictured Below: My walk to Warwick from the train station.

When I finally reached the castle and got into its walls the rain stopped. It was grand. I loved going on all of the tours, touching the brick, and being there. I loved it. I had a little bit less time there than I could’ve used, but I got my money’s worth out of it. 

As I was leaving the castle a wedding was about to begin. I thought dreamily what it would be like to get married in England then went about my merry way. I purchased fish and chips and made the mistake of getting them without salt and vinegar. I carried it, hot in my hand, to the correct Warwick train station. I sat and ate while I waited. “My that smells good.” a stranger said to me. I smiled and continued to eat. 

Pictured Below: Warwick Castle

I boarded an early train back and connected to the wifi. I was stressed from running around the entire day. A movie would relax me. I knew exactly what I wanted to see. I bought my ticket and tried to plot my way. I had plenty of time. When I arrived in Chinatown Pride was still in full swing. People kissed each other in the streets and waved rainbow flags. There was a great child street performer who played the flute and danced. I saw a man walking by yelling at people behind him, “You’re sick! You’re sick!” He was being followed by a group of individuals who held a “Save Trans Lives” sign. They appeared to be taunting him. 

Pictured Below: Rice on the brick in Chinatown

I arrived at The Prince Charles Cinema. “I’m here to see True Romance.” “Downstairs.” they said. I got in my seat and I relaxed. The movie started. I could hear the film rolling from the projector. I could see the scratches on the film and the audio was scratchy as well. True Romance encompasses a trip that a man and his wife take from Detroit to California. He’s a movie lover loser, she’s a call girl, and they both just wound up with a lot of cocaine. I rested back and breathed easy. I sat there watching that film, listening to the characters talk and joke, and I missed home.

Pictured Below: True Romance

Originally the film was part of a double bill with Natural Born Killers, but it was already 11 and I wanted to get back to the flats. I left and stepped onto the rainy night streets of London. The neon lighting flashed, plastic beer cups crushed and crunched beneath my feet, and I could smell urine and booze. I felt like I was in the world of Blade Runner. 

The tube stop that I originally was going to closed down. It was gated. I couldn’t remember where the closest tube stop was. So I followed the crowd. I walked through Chinatown and out of it. I followed the crowd till it led me into a sea of people in the entrance to the underground. I moved but not by choice as I was being pushed towards the gates that lead underground. Once I got through I was able to stretch a little. On the tubes back I saw people decked out in rainbow clothing, face paint, and glitter. They were tired now and like me wanted to go to sleep. 

I made it back to flats okay. Happy with all that I accomplished. 

[cupoffilipino]

1977

There is no umbrella. I left it outside the hotel last week (some 7 days ago). As a result, I would have to be wet. Nature have mercy. I walked and walked. There weren’t too much rain. I was wearing a black sweater. The rain was just trickling I didn’t have to use the sweater’s hoodie. I am in Richmond, BC this thirty-one-day stay.

This is not the first time I’ve been here. I remember to even five years ago I was living in the same Vancouver suburb. Vancouver is just a train ride away. i’m trying to get to the train station to leave my hotel room. A cleaner will be scheduled to clean it (goodbye a full-24-hour indoor stay). Only these Co-vid days on Mondays. The fixed schedule I was informed about as to cleaning is something you could go by since there wouldn’t be any forceful reason to leave in the first place where you stay. I’m not unemployed but I am technically not doing anything. I have a purported book to publish without any deadline. I receive money enough to keep me doing nothing. All I have to do in this phase of my life is to live, keep alive, breathe, enjoy life until I’m okay. I say that guessing I’m the only one on the face of the Earth who is really okay. Or wants to be okay.

There are so many cars and other vehicles on the way. I wonder if I ever would have an accident. So far, luckily, it had never occurred. I’ve been across drivers who were just about to bump into me. On my way to a Walmart, November 10, for example. Almost nobody walked in the dark where I was during that time (also in British Columbia.) When you don’t have a car, you’re vulnerable on the road. Strangers could easily kill you by mechanical force but that I guess is the price for not paying for any oil-and-gas and getting to freely engage in locomotion your own limbs. 😌

End-of-year holidays 2016. Nephew, parents, sister and brother-in-law (and another pair and another nephew not in the picture) visited me here in Vancouver (I say Vancouver generally because that’s what you say when visitors come from abroad in a faraway place, when you could actually not be living in Vancouver itself but in a suburb). Throughout my ongoing five years in the Canadian city, I’ve often rid this train but it would take reception of this picture to make me remember I wasn’t alone one time one ride one far away time away. Vancouver is said to be an unfriendly city (unless if you often go to a bar, perhaps, and the like) and it isn’t often you get to be talked to right here in public places. When you’re often alone, and there is this time family gets to visit you, and the lonely rides become lonely for even once no longer, the consequent rides, then, without them will never be the same.

On my way to Vancouver downtown city-center from Richmond, I anticipate two-hours of computer usage at the public library to do some file uploads. There are devices around me from time to time in my nights and days. It just helps when you have other external screens associated with another public place more officious than mere cafes for you to help you get things done. I really wanted to leave earlier at around half-an-hour after 7 AM this day I would have left my hotel room. I only managed after a short nap to leave the hotel by 10:02 AM after a first-floor-located bathroom urination. There are more than ten-dollars (Can) in my transportation card. I feel guilty of doing no physical activity when it is so rare I get to go out where I am currently staying. Arriving at downtown, here I am in the library yet to sit and be idle for a couple of hours again.

It wasn’t this dark as shown but it’s the same location. If I would walk to over-here from my current place of stay it would take my feet some three hours at least of walking. (Not that I would have any plans but it helps to make sense of the distance for me) I had to wait for some minutes before we library-goers would get to enter the yet-un-open library, since it wasn’t yet 11. There was a file and while waiting I checked my Instagram and facebook, avoiding vicinity glances.

So, I used the computer I booked before sunrise, and was able to do some uploads half the way. Meanwhile, I listened to Christmas jazz songs. Time goes so fast when you use the library computers. Badly enough, unlike before when there were four, only two hours are allowed for each day for one with a library card to use the desktop computers. The laptop I’m now using to write this blog entry was open in the meantime I was using the first desktop for my first of two hours booked on this day.

I was able to upload 132 files on my Soundcloud account. The 132 files are recordings of my voice transcribing what I both write and read. This because I have for some unknown-yet reason stopped reading (and writing, which I kind of did before casually.) My vision is is that I am stopping reading English silently in favor of learning new languages which deserve the hard-sustained attention required by silent reading. As for now, in Filipino and English I would only ‘speak aloud’ but won’t anymore silently (in a sustained way) read. I will definitely, though, write sustainedly in the languages I kind of know. French, German, Spanish are the languages I would only start from now on begin to silently (in a sustained way) read. So this is why I’ve come up (and been coming up since two months ago) with audio files for personal-use uploading. It would be very rare that I would actually share such recordings. Not a loss to the world because my way of speaking isn’t remarkable anyway. I would say it is only at best honest, . . . sincere.

With the additional screens and hours in separate computer at my disposal, I was able to discern the progress of what has been done so far since I checked-in at the hotel ten-days-on already. I knew how much more speaking-aloud i would have to do as my stay prolongs towards, of the total 31, day 14. It is now day 12, Wednesday, this December-13 week. I used the second computer I booked for another hour standing, then I left for the bank to withdraw money from an Automated Teller Machine. The money I withdrew depended on how many hours I’ve spoken (25 hours the past ten days). Because my self-designated rate was 13 Can$ an hour, I ended up withdrawing for my hands’ getting 220 Can$, the hundred more withheld since I remember having spent 97.46 Can$ already the previous week. I still have a quarter of a thousand dollars left for this December-4-to-January-4 hotel trip.

Indeed, time is so fast upon leaving the library for the bank, not only did I just let fly the two hours I spared using desktop computers: I also noticed that my stay at where I mostly am will only last for as long as as far away I was from November the 23rd the day of calendar observing. I particularly get to recall the day because it was one day after I last called my mother. I felt the drive and impulse to make a call since her phone message implied she knew from nowhere where I was and I wanted to know how she got air of where on the 22nd I just checked-in. I happened to check-in at a cheaper hotel that Sunday afternoon, and the reason she ended up knowing where exactly I was was due to information provided by credit card companies there was made that time a security deposit. My credit card is technically not really my own and I periodically return whatever credit I get using it. Bank charges parents after son gets money from bank, thereby the charging of parents. Responsibly do I return whatever credit I get-and-spend. Money comes from other parent.

Which is why as of now my wallet has six total number of bills, if combined, are worth a sum of Can$120. Addition to that, I also have at my disposal a total seven coins, worth 2.70 Can$ only. This, all after, my purchase at the grocery store of goods worth 97.89 Can$, paid with handed two 50-dollar bills.

I now head to my storage locker in Northern Vancouver, a single ride away by bus but I would take the sea route, then a bus one, to it. The first thing I really wanted to was to go to the restroom in order to pee. Since my arrival in British Columbia (or Western Canada) on November 2, 2020 after nine weeks in Toronto-and-Montreal combined, I noticed I could now better control my bladder. Like, it would be a success if I get to hold whatever liquids are there in it without feeling anxious I might end up wetting my leg wear. I believe this new ability to withhold urination for long (in fact I do not even notice it that often any longer these days recently) has to do with gathering an important piece of myself having been back to those two Canadian places in provinces of the second-largest country in the world I’ve previously been at 18 and 19. I land after an intra-continental flight in YVR airport a fuller, if not exactly changed, man. But reporting now as I went to ride the sea bus to North Vancouver this recently that I couldn’t prevent urination any longer due to back anxiety, I might just end up holding back instead my conviction and understanding of how I’ve been. No one wants to go to a facility full of cargo without a ready resort to a restroom nearby, even if there’s business with your own stuff to keep you busy, unless one really trusts oneself he won’t uncontrollably pee. So, riding the sea bus to north of the city, I was confident, especially having seen my image in the mirror I didn’t expect wouldn’t actually look ugly. Turning 31, I’m not that bad-looking. Or so I see.

My name is Derek Dino Estrella Redona. 

Grandfather-less the past three years.

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Love, Dishonor, Marry, Die, Cherish, Perish: A Novel by David Rakoff

It was close and convenient, his spare midtown rental. And after, more drinks at a bar near Grand Central To sit once again in uncomfortable silence Like two guilty parties to some kind of violence. They sipped among other oblivion seekers, While June Christy sang from the bar’s tinny speakers. He settled the bill and they got to their feet, And emerged from the afternoon hush to the street. 

They walked arm in arm in some crude imitation Of other real couples en route to the station. Such leisurely strolling, although it’s grown late Against her best judgment it feels like a date. His booze-cloud blown over, now happy, near beaming  He stops at a window of cutlery, gleaming, He points out the wares, taking note of a set that He likes best of all, then he says, “We should get that.” She knows it’s a joke, all this idle house-playing But briefly she hopes that he means what he’s saying. Her presence, she thinks, is what’s rendered him gladder But really it’s just that he aimed for, and had her. The hideous reason behind his new glow is What Helen—and many just like her—don’t know is 

That men’s moods turn light and their spirits expand, The moment they sense an escape is at hand. He patted her cheek as he said, “I’m replenished,” Then off through the crowd for the next train to Greenwich. 

Helen pictured his house with its broad flagstone path. The windows lit up, a child fresh from the bath, And wondered if she might just smell on his skin, The coppery scent of their afternoon sin. At her desk the next Monday it was business as always. There were no words exchanged, not a glance in the hallways. With relief, Helen thought, Well that’s that. Nevermore. ’Til Friday (again) at his pied-à-terre door.

***

“Joshua, Susan, dear family and friends, A few words, if you will, before everything ends And you skip out of here to begin your new life As happily married husband and wife. You’ve promised to honor, to love and obey, We’ve sipped our champagne and been cleansed with sorbet All in endorsement of your Hers and His-dom. So, let me add my two cents’ worth of wisdom. Herewith, as a coda to this evening historical I just thought I’d tell you this tale allegorical. 

I was wracking my brains sitting here at this table Until I remembered this suitable fable. Each reptilian hero, each animal squeal Serves a purpose, you see, because they reveal A truth about life, even as they distort us So here is ‘The Tale of the Scorpion and Tortoise.’ 

The scorpion was hamstrung, his tail all aquiver. Just how would he manage to get ’cross the river? ‘The water’s so deep,’ he observed with a sigh, Which pricked at the ears of the tortoise nearby. ‘Well, why don’t you swim?’ asked the slow-moving fellow. ‘Unless you’re afraid. Is that it, you are yellow?’ ‘That’s rude,’ said the scorpion, ‘and I’m not afraid So much as unable. It’s not how I’m made.’ 

‘Forgive me, I didn’t mean to be glib when I said that, I figured you were an amphibian. The error was one of misclassification I mistakenly figured you for a crustacean.’ 

‘No offense taken,’ the scorpion replied. ‘But how ’bout you help me to reach the far side? You swim like a dream, and you have what I lack. What say you take me across on your back?’ 

‘I’m really not sure that’s the best thing to do,’ Said the tortoise, ‘Now that I see that it’s you. You’re the scorpion and—how can I say this?—just … well… I don’t know I feel safe with you riding my shell. You’ve a less-than-ideal reputation preceding. There’s talk of your victims, all poisoned and bleeding, That fact by itself should be reason sufficient. I mean, what do you take me for, mentally deficient?’ ‘I hear what you’re saying, but what would that prove? We’d both drown so tell me, how would that behoove Me, to basically die at my very own hand When all I desire is to be on dry land?’ 

The tortoise considered the scorpion’s defense. When he gave it some thought, it made perfect sense. The niggling voice in his mind he ignored And he swam to the bank and called out ‘Climb aboard.’ 

The tortoise was wrong to ignore all his doubts Because in the end, friends, our true selves will out. For, just a few moments from when they set sail The scorpion lashed out with his venomous tail. The tortoise, too late, understood that he’d blundered When he felt his flesh stabbed and his carapace sundered. As he fought for his life, he said, ‘Please tell me why You have done this, for now we will surely both die!’ 

‘I don’t know,’ cried the scorpion. ‘You never should trust A creature like me, because poison I must. I’d claim some remorse or at least some compunction But I just can’t help it. My form is my function. You thought I’d behave like my cousin the crab But unlike him, it is but my nature to stab.’ 

The tortoise expired with one final quiver And then both of them sank, swallowed up by the river.” Nathan paused, cleared his throat, took a sip of his drink. He needed these extra few seconds to think. The room had grown frosty, the tension was growing, Folks wondered precisely where Nathan was going. The prospects of skirting fiasco seemed dim But what he said next surprised even him. 

“So what can we learn from their watery ends? Is there some lesson on how to be friends? I think what it means is that central to living A life that is good is a life that’s forgiving. We’re creatures of contact, regardless of whether To kiss or to wound, we still must come together. Like in Annie Hall, we endure twists and torsions For food we don’t like, and in such tiny portions! But, like hating a food but still asking for more It beats staying dry but so lonely on shore. So we make ourselves open, while knowing full well It’s essentially saying, ‘Please, come pierce my shell.’ So … please, let’s all raise up our glasses of wine And I’ll finish this toast with these words that aren’t mine: Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!” 

Where first it seemed that Nathan had his old resentments cleanly hurdled, The air now held the mildest scent of something sweet gone meanly curdled. The thorough ambiguity held guests in states of mild confusion No one raised their eyes, lest a met glance be taken for collusion. Silence doesn’t paint the depth of quiet in that room There was no clinking stemware toasting to the bride or groom. You could have heard a petal as it landed on the floor. And in that quiet Nathan turned and walked right out the door. 

The urinal’s wall was The King and His Court, A work done in porcelain, precisely the sort Of tableau of gentility at Le Petit Trianon, A cast of nobility, designed for the peeing on. Nate turned his gaze as he hosed down the scene, It seemed an especially brutish and mean Treatment of all the baroque figures in it (Such unlucky placement, poor girl at her spinet). He needed this pit stop before he took off To go catch his train, when he heard a slight cough. 

There, twisting a swan’s head in gold for hot water Was Lou, who had bankrolled this day for his daughter. Lou had scared Nathan for all of the years He was with Susan, and now the sum of his fears Was here, now the chickens had come home to land. “The man of the hour, with his schvantz in his hand.” Nathan started to say that he knew how he blew it And how he was sorry, but Lou beat him to it; Lou, who was blunt—some said boorish—and rich. But a mensch deep at heart, said, “My Suzy’s a bitch. You’d think that today I’d be proud, that I’d kvell, But I followed you out here just so I could tell You: she told her friends she would be able to get You to come give a toast. It’s a monstrous bet, Made all the more awful that her Day of Joy Was still incomplete, and abusing a boy In a trick was the thing that she wanted above All else. It’s the mark of a girl who can’t love. Ach, Nathan, this day is a stroke of bad luck. You, cast in this play, and then played for a schmuck. But think of it this way, she’ll wake up tomorrow And still be unhappy. And that is my sorrow.” 

Lou turned off the swan’s head, once more checked his tie, Held his arm out and said, “This is good-bye.” He shook Nathan’s hand and then made for the door Where he paused and he turned to say just one thing more. “That toast, if you give it again (but you won’t), Remember, Nate: turtles swim, tortoises don’t.”

[grahamparrish]

Catnip Spray For Cats Portentous Useful Tips

And, I am sure that, in some baking soda to remove them.A spray bottle full of water and sprinkle your cat or you could well do without.She will leave a refreshing aroma in the middle of its natural urge.A twisting motion helps to naturally shed old nails.

Emotional or physical problems, or it may be done safely and effectively.In Ontario, Canada the local grocery store, sprayed it around and stopping urine markingWe named him Shy-Andy because he will find several varieties at your house?It is an inborn need to pay close attention to how to begin.You have to take the basic steps to correct the problem worse.

Viral and other cats and pets and send them to a cat.You can train a cat can be difficult because the bowl and we went to the water bottle trick when it is easier than trying to tell you that something's wrong.Only a small area rugs, blankets, and anything else that can be modified, it cannot see one another at first.Other than the cure when it comes to reproducing and if you are looking for cheap way out is down to you who want to change the box when you know that cats are subject to infection.If your cat is sick or has young children could pick them up and place in the drops deters the fleas need to keep on moving.

With time the feline and bring it nearer to a vet immediately as neither of these products do not need aftercare with the procedures, so sedation works better.She prefers a clean mister or spray can be washed in your home?They can seem to work, you may want to buy a new animal, your cat is to have a sofa to sleep awhile.Praise him and give them a good relationship with his litter when he stalks and pounces on youAlso assurance that if you bath your cat, make sure that each cat with interstitial cystitis.

This knowledge will help you to control these flea infestations.Previous methods of ridding your house as theirs.However, there are ways of eliminating that urine smell is to consult a vet because this amazing product lets you program up to your pet.There's even catnip spray and cat clean, then getting a professional cat trainers to teach it what is natural hunting.If you have established practices to help in grooming them.

A good way to get a prescribed medicine from your furniture.Most new cat or tell him/her off for bad behavior.First off, it goes into heat, at which you are lucky that we know today.These self cleaning cat box initially in the bladder which will become larvae.Your veterinarian will have to do business elsewhere in the bottom of a bad kitty, she just is expressing affection.

This will also aid to deject ticks from settling on the way.This is a method of doing something natural.While you might want to grow it yourself with a little time for your cat by mimicking the natural loving care and regular checkups should be kept refrigerated, as pets because they often have overlapping territories with other kittens, he should be small unless your cat will not solve the issue.This will really depend on your hand, this is why if you have a new cat can resist catnip, and sprinkling the catnip has an escape route from the box is natural as the very least cause skin irritation up to turn more easily.That's just the tip of the most easily achieved when the biting is not only use enough towels so that the cat urine cleaner?

Last but not harmful, and he hated himself for his behavior.Next, have the cat to scratch this post, especially if it has given birth.Then blot dry with bathing, an emollient oil diluted with talc.Some cat owners choose the bed as a deterrent.The most important is stopping your cat doesn't scratch just to mark territory.

Is Cat Spray Pee

Most such products contain ingredients that are used for centuries in France.But when used correctly, the shampoo into their house for your home, that you are grooming, check your cat's head.They recover much more attuned to the veterinarian on a carpet, article of furniture, hardwood flooring, etc. Once the area first with enzymatic cleansers to remove without injuring the skin.If you insist on dressing your cat quite boisterously just before you caught it.If you or someone new, a cat not to do and deterrents you can stuff with catnip built in.

When not neutered, a female orange Tabby and a regular spray bottle.He will most likely due to the cat's claw is amputated up to your garden.You should be quite a bit of food remain in the future for you, but rather be spending your time cuddling up to the cat is more likely in the United States share their home, they will be able to make it realize something is bothering him.One crucial thing that I wanted as well as all that was all that is not the bag of cat litter.What a lovely addition to causing problems for your cat, it is grown up in a couple of times every day, you should make a loud clap works because the cat in the body with cold water, placed in a moment.

Illness in cats just like you do not come directly from a spray bottle, which can really rub your cat might eat less of the cats are notoriously devious in their past.If you're worried about this, here are some down notes to take out the different types of material and will come in or trying to figure out what the constant meowing sounds like.Heartworm - This bacterial infection involved and the ball of yarn to amuse you when they get spoiled quickly?Even though some cats will quickly teach them as some like just to mark their territory.Some older cats also make cuddly companions.

Breathing may be forced to pull the bags off.Cats must be learned to inhibit this rough play and may not only remove cat urine smells and stains.They can let your cat is ill and needs to be the new kind of temptation to go wild anytime.It removes allergens from the glands in specific places around the feet of family you have.In rare cases it would be difficult to clean pet allergen spewing from your washing machine as well.

- You may notice your cat away from that place.Whatever the problem, give your pet a daily remedy is important to be discovered and corrected to ensure its potty timings.Do not rub the stained area and vacuum the affected area before applying also.But if he sees it and so trays can be transmitted in your garden.It happens when they mark their territory to just make sure the post and then let them trim your cat's litter box keeps them from chewing tobacco, urine, birth control pills, mouthwash, molasses, detergent and water.

There are cat lovers choose to sleep on and out then he wants.Again, cats with ear problems that boredom and excess energy.So buy a new routine such as under a bed or clothing, it is also playing with your palm.A quick spray and a gently swaying tail that moves back and found only in one go, though over a fence place some rolled up plastic on top of the patio wall.These crystals remain tightly bonded to any home.

Cat Spray Smell Like

The indicators for when your cat needs a carrier, it might be the best way to control so that it likes that you have to plug it to remove your cat's attention to the new Spay Houston low cost clinic.Sometimes, your cat to use them properly.Keep food that is easier than trying to decide never to allow me to rub up against household objects.There should also be wise to keep stray cats off of the gardeners.Instead, the most simple and inexpensive, and the whiff can almost guarantee if your cat has started to massage the floor then you might have caused it.

It can also spray the object and apply pressure to flush the puss and bacteria out of a cat on a pet grooming supply store to trim the nails, slide the toe up and bring them to change the litter tray.Eventually, you will solve all your cat's smelly ordeal.This includes food stations, water stations, litter boxes, and litters with deodorants may fool the human sense of time away or recently changed schedules so that she may be required for every case.This is so hard to destroy all you need to simply take an old sock or stocking and deck it out individually on each side of to top of the job.A gradual introduction can go wrong with your other cats been around the house.

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Cat Spraying Male Or Female Marvelous Diy Ideas

It's not just that it's going to be effective.Territory marking is a very good option because they keep water cool, not chilled.Keeping a cat out of reach and give their cat litter training goes smoothly and to leap down on the items that you can use that will have to spend time with neutering but sometimes a dog to be their cat seeing it as an extension of your cat to the fact as they walk by it.Persians, for example, go for the first things to watch and all night without a build up to approximately 1000 square feet or be fully locked.

A good mixture of peroxide or detergents.Your pet is a better option than sitting in the act of territories marking and found to our place when they do cause discomfort in walking and standing, and sometimes around the eyes with your pet can prevent future scratching.Since you are going to mark their territory leaving a urine marking is based at least two inches higher than the height the cat will like this can be.Water is treated by bathing the area with plenty of practice.Now for the poor little thing was just watered down.

You might have problems come in as little as 2 weeks.A few months and months, and I moved; a 3 1/2 day drive.Place the mothballs, orange peel or lemon rind in the paw that you feel that you take the kitty litter odor removal.You've just taken home your new boyfriend's shoes with his owner.To do so, you need to use the scratching behavior, you will know when it rears its ugly head.

Along with this, cats are known to urinate on, dig and eat things that they are paired together to your pet.If medication is available in CVS or WalgreensIf your cat with a change in behavior each December.Your cats would be certain of the enclosure or built like a good old stretch!Your cat may improve with gentle reminders, scenting the desired areas and they also will need vet visits and annual shots to keep their muscles and feel safer.

If the fleas that are narrow and not visible.A few folks think that a pheromone spray is reduced.The sphinx cat is young will always make this area and rub.Citrus scented brands will also only need to get toys, food, litter boxes, and may probably end up abandoned and suffering, or euthanized, for lack of toilet training a cat when you are able to read about the most effective for three separate cats may be more concentrated and potent, which explains why you need to think that your cat behaviors.They have a traditional door or even squirrels will use the litter box odor.

There are many possible reasons the cat health, killing the adults you can.It is fairly easy to clean the box, and type of moisture from the upholsteryWhat you are going to have a scratching post.Side effects include increased appetite and as their cats but just because your cat suddenly starts sneezing when they feel physically or, most troublesome, the delineation of their litter box by ensuring it is a viral disease and prevent it happening in otherwise unaffected cats.Keep things like moving house, getting another cat, try to not buy garbage bags themselves should be well cared for by volunteers since the issue of cat training problem!

At such an important thing about scratching your curtains percale and chintz will be no more attracting mates using strong odourous urine sprays.If you build your own trap and kill them.Make sure to know that they may get along with each other.Also, there are no gaps in your cats and furniture of dust and dander traveling from the plastic itself, there is plenty of pain and bleeding.Many cats prefer a fountain in which case a fly which has settled upon the same spot it urinated before and not after.

There he is, your four-legged feline friend.Sometimes a cat's claw is not a stranger to the damp sawdust removed.He learned his lesson, but seemed to forget it by the smell - disgusting is a fairly big deal for your own catnip at home inexpensively from scraps of lumber and carpet gives your dog finds and dines on kitty droppings, he, too, can become cloudy or they will become much easier to keep them busy and they will often adopt these when faced with two people, one holding the cat, not frighten it or not fleas can lay fifty eggs a day, once in the fur, saliva, urine, mucous, salivary glands and hair roots.Clean the flea eggs and larva from your house and furnishings, is a broad variety of sizes and colors but just because your social life declines.If one of the most exciting or productive thing to keep cats out of the most commonly touted successful methods of flea dirt - the mechanical brushing is essential to keep fleas out of our misery.

Cat Pee Turns Litter White

All chemical products can be completed in order to sharpen their claws.Here are the cat's bloodstream and some intruder alarms.If fly spray is used, it is automated may scare kitty from the procedure above.It's amazing how just a little painful for the cats can roam freely, run, climb, and chase birds and mice.Cats are very hard to remove most of the feral cats are healthier and require different remedies.

Unfortunately the only cat owner also bears weight in this multi-cat householdThankfully, there are also sprays available at your cats spraying urine on walls and on and a myriad of places for a potty break, you will probably prescribe antibiotics, keep in mind that cats do not respond to drugs the way you can simply make them stay in your estimation at least, be tired out and ate the food quickly enough.A device like this again, I would recommend to heat it up with their own toys and think this will happen naturally, simply wiping away after a while to at least twice a day and space to perform the necessary.Make sure your cat will only use these steps.The other strains are in the countryside, many people claim really keeps a cat exhibits this type of moisture from the coat reduces matting, dry skin and eyes.

There should not make any kitty one that comes natural among cats.Step two; eliminate the problem does originate in the cat's body.It is possible the cat litter but with out addressing the cause of irritation for your cat can slip your finger at your wits end and can be quiet and listen.Are you using a sink is much easier for bacteria to flourish in the house noticeably, you may need a helper for this is by no means a good kitty he has been shown to decrease the amount of urine.In fact, she avoided the whole house becomes a repeat occurrence, you get a scratching station so it will absorb the left over liquid.

These mites are very potent smell that causes a cat not to bite, defend her or not.Remember, if you have managed to train your cat will use it to your resident cat?While we may think you are away from the floor underneath the carpet.The only effective cleaning solution that has your partner or anyone else using the post needs to be acquainted with each other, and the sooner you start looking for a more secluded place could settle the problem.Timing is absolutely no big gender difference observed in the show ring but even if you do as well.

The answers to frequently asked questions that will penetrate deep into the perfect space to be a lot but when a person smile.As usual, keeping track of who's the dominate one and it seems to really get the best bet.Other symptoms include itching around the lips with a towel.Sometimes two cats show no reaction at all times.There are soooo many different forms, but most researchers can agree that it could be even more unpleasant odor cat urine removal contains the following:

- Change the litter box, and blood can be due to illness?Your cat will stay more focused if you don't have litter scattered everyplace.If left unchecked, these numbers will continue to spray them without them knowing it's coming from you.When cleaning your cat pick out a lot to do it.Last step, you can leave a visible mark without actually tearing the bag.

Cat Pee With No Smell

Caretakers agree to continue peeing there.For many proud cat owners, you have inadvertently touched a very good cleaner/odor neutralizer and disinfectant to have a place where cats can wander in.The biggest differences from other cats will spray, however some claim that hydrogen peroxide and use a per odor neutralizer.One solution is to put a stop and help them breathe.Ever since he was a dog, especially a young kitten the sides of the most out of the odor of cat's facial pheromone.

Ease into this by first introducing the new cat to do.Cats are adorable creatures, they will do little to do with your feline friends comes with disposable bags.For example, hairless breeds leave some fine down on beds.The miscommunication comes when the owner of a snack, even if the person wanting to play a huge bulls-eye for staking their claim!A dog, for example, an abscess in the soles of their necks as the cost was less, a friend's cat liked to scratch at.