"Who's Carl?" Dustyn asks as his foot almost connects with Erich's crotch, luckily just missing by an inch, if that. When he's down at the bottom of the bath and hears that he was hurting Erich, he apologises and looks down. "Oh...sorry. Don't hit me back though 'cause I didn't mean it. I don't like it when people hit me. It's sore." Dustyn pulls off his shirt and shows off some slightly bruised ribs. Even though they look old and healing, it's still not nice imagining that someone could do something like that to him. He doesn't say what happened to him and moves on to the next subject but by referencing to not liking people hurting him and taking off his shirt, it's clear he sort of wants Erich to pick up on it. "No, not all of us. Just me and Billy boy. I has just got this piercing. It's my only piercing. I did have my tongue pierced but I let it close up. Billy's got like...six or seven...and that's just under his pants. He's a total freak." He chuckles but it soon fades away when they start to talk about Blake. "You ever...you ever feel, like...connected to someone no matter what they do? Blake is an arsehole. A fucking drug abusing, spiteful, nasty piece of shit...but I still care about him. I can't help it. It's stupid, I know but...he's special to me and he played a huge part in my life. He's on a path to destruction and he wants to bring me down with him. I don't know what to do. I don't want to set Billy on him because I don't want to see Blake hurt. I don't. I can't approach Blake myself though because he hates me. Something has to be done about this mess though. He...he uh...he's got like videos and pictures...of me. It's not like a naughty little pic of me mooning the camera. Not even a simple willy pic. I'm a mess in them. I was a total mess. Out of my face." Dustyn clears his throat and wipes a tear from his eyes. "I'm doing some really dirty stuff on there....stuff....I...I didn't even really want to do." Dustyn continues to rest against Erich's shoulder, not even looking for advice but just wanting someone else to know of his situation. Keeping the fear and worry to himself was killing him inside. A few moments of silence follows before he pipes up; "Erich, who the fuck is Blake Shelton?"

Dustyn looks down at his bruises when Erich questions them and shrugs, giving his head a little shake too. He knows exactly what happened but doesn't want to spill the beans, at least not just yet. Dustyn can't exactly play dumb and not know how it happened and the extended silence makes it obvious that he's just thinking of a good excuse. "Oh...I don't really want to talk about it. Not just yet anyway. Is that OK?" Dustyn wraps his arms around himself to cover up the bruising. He nabs the bag of cocaine and holds it close to his chest while laughing at Erich's bitten willy story. Erich always seems to cheer him up, even if only for a few moments to stop him thinking about his troubles. He appreciates those little moments. "I've got a piercing between my butt and my balls but even I'm not freaky enough to get into bed with someone who bites willies. My zipper almost circumcised me once and that was enough." Dustyn crosses his legs, thinking back to the horrid sensation. Then he starts thinking about the way he says "fort" and begins laughing again. "If you talk to Blake, I don't want him getting mad at you. He's just permanently pissed at the world. It could make things worse. I really don't know what to do though. Something has to be done though. I'm scared. I mean, one of those videos of me being f...one could be online right now."

Dustyn looks up at Erich and smiles. He appreciates the fact that Erich will look out for him no matter what and genuinely takes the whole father business seriously. A lot of people "love" Dustyn just so long as he's the cute, cuddly and generous person that he usually is but when things become complicated, they drop him and leave him to fend for himself. "Can you stay with me for a bit?" he asks sheepishly as he looks down and rubs his little feet together. Dustyn hates to think of himself as a nuisance and doesn't want to make Erich feels like he has to stay by putting him on the spot like this but he could really do with the company as Dallas is out of town. He let's out a little giggle and playfully nudges Erich, blushing slightly. "Nope...no dominatrix for me. I walked in on Billy with one years ago. I bruise like a peach and what she was doing to him with that paddle looked too sore. Oh and he's circumcised too, like you and I'm pretty sure he's had has lad bitten before. You two should form a club." Dustyn laughs lightly, looking a little bit brighter but he's still not totally letting go and enjoying himself as this Blake subject continues to weigh him down. When he asks what's on the videos and in the pictures, Dustyn's eyes widen at first. Although it's nothing like 2 girls 1 cup, it's still extremely sexual, explicit and a tad degrading as he was drugged up and doing things for someone else's sexual kicks, not his own. He realises that Erich won't judge though. He's seen Dustyn naked many, many times and even shared a kinky sex story of his own earlier. A problem shared is a problem halved after all. "There's a whole collection of them. There was a point in our relationship where we was so coked up, we thought everything was a great idea. We even...slept with others. Other users and stuff. There's this one video I really don't want people to see. There's....there's uh...a group of guys including Blake and...well, I'm the centre of attention in it, if you get what I mean. There is a point...near the end where...f-fists are used and...well, there wasn't exactly any "only one at a time" rules applied in it. I was totally out of it. I'm disgusted I let it happen. I don't want people seeing...that."

When Erich says that he'll say, Dustyn immediately lights up and almost completely forgets about his situation for a few moments. Dustyn loves to play host and enjoys having anyone over so tonight looks like it's already picking up for him. The pictures and videos still exist but at least he can focus on entertaining Erich tonight instead. "Thank you! Thank you! Protect me from the Mongols!!" Dustyn giggles before grabbing Erich's face and planting a big kiss on his cheek. It may have not been expected, or appreciated due to how close it was to Erich's lips, but a kiss from little Dustyn feels like one of the sweetest things ever. It could probably heal wounds, literally kissing things better. When Erich begins to talk about how much he knows about Weekend's penises, he holds onto his tummy and starts to laugh. Not so much because it's a huge belly laugh, he's just feeling a tad cold, as confirmed by the little goosebumps on his arms. Sitting in the bath shirtless for so long will do that to you. He catches Erich looking down at his waist after he says the word "taint" and his face turns red, knowing that Erich is probably still trying to wrap his head around the unusual piercing. "Erich...you want to see it and get a proper look this time? I know it's still on your mind." Dustyn giggles and sits on the edge of the bath, facing Erich. He clears his throat and starts to play with a few hairs on Erich's leg. "I know...I'm willing to whip things out for you and hell, there's even a picture of my bare bum on Google Images but these videos are different, you know? I can get naked in front of people I know. I don't mind fans having a little look at this peachy butt online either but having the world watching while you're being...double stuffed...is a totally different thing." Dustyn continues looking down at Erich's leg, not really wanting to give eye contact as he feels rather dirty when recalling the whole situation. "I don't even know why I did it. Both of us were such a mess back then. Coked up like 95% of the time. We went through a period of thinking threesomes and even group...activity was like the hottest thing ever. Don't know why. Don't know what lit the fire but that's what we did for some time." Dustyn sighs and looks up at the ceiling, hoping something catches his attention to take his mind off of the topic. "Blake doesn't even deserve our time. We should be getting fucked up again," he says, pulling the coke out of his pocket and holding it up to the light. "I dare you to snort some off of my armpit!" Dustyn laughs, showing that in spite of everything going on, he still has his odd sense of humor.

Dustyn giggles and wipes Erich's cheek after the kiss. Dustyn is a funny little guy. He's either extremely tactile with someone or very cold and acts like a loner. Most of the time, Dustyn loves to hug his friends and barely give them room to breathe but some of the time he literally freaks out if someone approaches him and he's not feeling it. It's possibly due to his mild form of autism, where human contact isn't always appreciated. Erich, alongside Dallas, Riley and Billy, is one of the only people who he has never had an issue with coming into contact with regardless of what mood he's in. "Oh, if you save me from the Mongol hordes I'll owe you more than a kiss. You'd definitely be getting your cock sucked." Dustyn says with a mischievous wink. Sometimes it's really hard to tell whether he is joking or not. That's part of the fun though, he keeps you guessing if anything. "OK, OK, I won't show you and scar your innocent mind. You're right though, my taint area is cute. Thank you." Dustyn pokes his tongue and tickles Erich's legs again before he swings around, leaping off the side of the bath and onto the bathroom floor. He walks over to the toilet and casually starts to pee again, of course he turns so the goods aren't in Erich's line of sight. He is a gentleman after all. "Of course I have heard the stories of you. Why do you think I flocked towards you in the first place?" Dustyn calls over his shoulder in reply to Erich. He flushes the toilet before proceeding to the sink to wash his hands. "Well if the videos do leak, it won't go unpunished. I am Dustyn fucking Blue, like you said." Dustyn smirks in the mirror, looking back at Erich as he washes the soap off of his hands. The sinister smirk and threat would probably be taken more seriously if he weren't standing on a step in order to see into the mirror. He hops off of the step and raises his arms, showing off his armpits which only have little patches of golden blond hair. "I smell like vanilla. Sniff if you don't believe me!" he says with laughter in his voice, approaching Erich with his arm raised. Joking aside, Dustyn is actually very cleanly. He can't maintain a cute, soft and cuddly image while smelling like a sewer now can he?

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Dustyn chuckles as the sniffing of his armpit tickles him like crazy. He's a very sensitive and ticklish guy so that almost sent him overboard. "Aahhhh!!! OK that tickled like hell!" he says, folding his arms while protecting his underarms from any more nose invasions and giggling. "Sometimes I do smell like spearmint, actually. Sometimes I smell like coconut. Today I smell like vanilla. It depends on what overpriced products and body scrubs I use. Call me vain but skincare and beauty products are always top of the list, behind stuff for my babies. Nothing worse than smelling of yuckiness, don't you think?" Dustyn runs into the bedroom which is to the left and down the hall from the bathroom. Dustyn and Dallas' house isn't all that big in terms of unnecessary rooms. It has everything they need without being too lavish. Apart from the platinum discs and awards around the place as well the panoramic view of all of London in his living room, the house isn't all that different to the average one. In the bedroom, he begins to jump on the bed while singing; "A few times I've been around that track so it's not just gonna happen like that, 'Cause I ain't no hollaback...eh...boy"

Dustyn nods in agreement along with Erich, there is nothing worse than someone with a less than pleasant odour. Someone with questionable wardrobe choices is forgivable. Being a fashion lover, he appreciates that people like to express themselves in different ways but there's no excuse to be invading his personal space smelling like an putrid Big Mac. "We should totally make our own fragrances and skincare stuff! Think of all the lives we would be saving. I'm all for saving lives...and making a profit." Dustyn giggles. When Erich falls off of the toilet, Dustyn isn't in the room to witness and is too busy reciting a back catalogue of childhood favourites; "If you wanna be my lover, you gotta with my friends.....oooh, kinky!". Meanwhile, one of Dustyn's other cats, Jaffa, a ginger male tabby struts into the bathroom and sniffs at Erich before laying on the floor next to him and wriggling around on his back just dying to be petted.

"Well you can handle the pomade, definitely. I hasn't got the foggiest idea when it comes to that. I'm more of a hairspray guy myself. Oh, that's something else we need to make. I want a nice scented hairspray and one that doesn't hurt as much when you get bored and decide to sniff it." Dustyn replies in a serious tone. He might not be Billy type crazy when it comes to sticking his nose in chemicals but little Dusty likes a buzz from potent fumes too every now and then. Dustyn's ginger cat is rather good with people unlike the eldest one who snarls if you come within six feet of her and his youngest one who gets nervous and tends to hide on top of the wardrobe. "Yeah, Jaffa is mine. I already cat burgled him. I saw him sitting on a wall when he was a baby. Nobody was there so...I took him. He's mine now. Don't tell anyone though 'cause I don't want to be sent to death row or anything." Dustyn giggles and then puts his hands on his hips, trying his best to look threatening again but it never really works. He still gets joy out of jumping on the bed so he's hardly intimidating. "Hey! I am Baby Spice! Don't read the blogs, nothing about me is really ginger. See..." he says, tilting his head and going through his hair and then pulling down his trousers ever so slightly. He doesn't reveal the goods but draws attention to the small patch of hair above them. "See, not ginger."

Dustyn's eyes widen at the mention of whales. He's not particularly fond of sea creatures or anything bigger than him so whales are the stuff of nightmares to Dustyn. "No, no, noooo! I don't care about the wales. They are scary. They make creepy noises and are super huge. They're like big sea aliens with their weird teeth. I don't even want to imagine whale hard ons. I'm a fan of big willies but that's taking the piss!" Dustyn giggles and jumps on the bed once more before landing on his bottom and giggling. He watches as Erich plays with the cat, glad that someone else has the same love for them as he does. Dallas tolerates them but isn't really a cat person and the rest of Weekend are mainly dog lovers, aside from Scott who's shares the same terror as Dustyn. Dogs are loud, needy, slobbering beasts as far as he's concerned. "I think Jaffa likes you. Fifi doesn't really like anyone apart from me but she's an old kitty who's set in her ways. Lulu is probably hiding. She's a bit skittish. If we ever need a cat sitter when we're out of the country again, I now know who to call." Dustyn laughs and falls back onto the bed, laying up and looking at the ceiling. "Make me over! Might go for a new look when Weekend go on a break anyway. Billy is releasing a solo record, Riley is writing a book right now...Oscar and Scott...I think they just want to catch up on years of lost sleep. I can reinvent myself to be the posh, well presented entrepreneur with my skincare empire!"

Izayiah was sitting in the hotel room he now shares with Ezra, he had just gotten out of the shower and now had gotten dressed he had on a blue shirt and white jeans and socks, he was waiting for Ezra to come back from her work he was bored.