Master of Mayhem Quotes

“I didn’t even know Brandon could blush. And he is. Over me. Oh, this has just gotten interesting.”
― Saxon James, Master of Mayhem

“You’re like a Pokémon, and my dick chooses you.”
― Saxon James, Master of Mayhem

“Calling me a slut, Brando?” “If the empty jumbo pack of extra-large condoms fits …”
― Saxon James, Master of Mayhem

“Talk about yourself in the third person again. I don’t think you’ve met your douche quota for today.”
― Saxon James, Master of Mayhem

“The only class I ever did halfway decent at was English. And can you be surprised, really, when I come up with evocative poetry like this? Thanks for the frot, your cock’s kinda hot. I’m after some more, so will you be my whore?”
― Saxon James, Master of Mayhem

“Maybe it won’t be the best blow job of his life, but like in class, I’m going to put in the effort and hopefully scrape together something passable. Because not giving your partner one hundred and ten percent during sex is the anti-frat.”
― Saxon James, Master of Mayhem

“Bro my god, fuck you both. I’m feeling the love here.”
― Saxon James, Master of Mayhem

“New rule,” Chad says. “One bro does not ask another bro’s ho to see his dick. It’s so not frat.”
― Saxon James, Master of Mayhem

“Just saying, man. I think it’s awesome that you’re not beating around the bush—” “Beating.” Robbie grins.”
― Saxon James, Master of Mayhem

“It’s not for the team when it’s literally only you who has an endgame,” I point out.”
― Saxon James, Master of Mayhem

“I sneer at him. “I’d like to see you fit a single can of beer in those pants.” They’re practically fucking sprayed on. “Actually, I’d like to see you even fit a credit card in there. I wouldn’t worry about needing to hook up—by the time you get those bad boys off, it’ll be February, and your dick will have fallen off from lack of circulation.”
― Saxon James, Master of Mayhem

“How much have you had to drink?” “I didn’t think much at all, but apparently my brain-to-mouth filter is defunctive—” “Defective?” “Uh-huh. So maybe a big more than drunk. Big—bit.” I frown and flex my jaw.”
― Saxon James, Master of Mayhem

“I’m onto you, Brando. Keep it up and no eggnog for you.” “You’ll keep your piece-of-shit drink to yourself? Oh no. I’ve learned the error of my ways.”
― Saxon James, Master of Mayhem

“I can’t believe you’re still complaining about that. We watched Die Hard last night. Die Hard. You can’t tell me you didn’t want to watch the most epic Christmas movie of all time.” “Ehh.” “Ehh?” His mouth drops. “Fucking ehh?” “It’s overrated.” Robbie attempts to say something but can’t seem to make noise happen. “Shit, look at that. I made the big man quiet.” “I”
― Saxon James, Master of Mayhem

“Time to learn how to make the best-tasting thing you’ll put in your mouth today.” “Did you mean to make that sound dirty?”
― Saxon James, Master of Mayhem

“We don’t need to decide now since I’ll be gagged by your cock anyway, but think about it. If we’re going to be cumpanions—” “I’m sorry, what?” “Like companions, but with cum. I thought it sounded better than bum buddies.” “Neither of those is great.” He thinks for a moment. “What about fap brothers?” “Dude, no.” I wrinkle my nose. “Like frat brothers who fap together.” “I know what you meant, and it’s still a hard no.” “Cumpanions it is, then.”
― Saxon James, Master of Mayhem