The Club The Gay Spider Strip Club opened its brass handled doors on a cool November Saturday at 4PM. Sage needed to make six hundred tonight, or his cat Pickles would be killed. He rolled his 2009 Camaro over the puddled parking lot at 3PM, he felt extra naked from his Brazilian waxing earlier. In a jean and Garfield t-shirt, he carried his thong and leggi...
"Come on man let me go!" "You see, it's not that simple friend. I have seen you around and have seen first hand the deals that you do. I need someone like you in my pack." Braydon said as two of his thugs held a 20-year-old drug dealer against his will. Braydon spent the better part of 3 weeks eyeing the young dealer. He was business savvy and knew how to m...
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PART 2 It had been about 4 months since the events at Jay’s house. I hadn't heard from Jay at all in those months, and started to forget about the whole events. I started to feel more at ease with myself, but didn't plan on playing for the team again. Over the summer I’d managed to get myself a job waiting tables at a local diner, and was making a reasona...
I had always kind of sucked at poker, but never like I did last Thursday. I sat at the table with the regular gang of guys. Ken was winning the night. He was a big guy, easily over six and a half feet tall. Played college football back in the day. Vishni was from, I think, Pakistan. He was Asian/Indian, dark, inky black hair, a quiet type who was a computer...
By Jason Land CHAPTER 1 The room echoed with the inimitable sound of a well applied cane mating with a pair of well muscled buttocks. Valerius Titus Nero was in process of correcting an errant slave and the final stroke of the switch he was using left the tenth livid furrow across the recipients arse. "Stay exactly where you are, bent across that table...
My company sent me to Las Vegas for a conference. The typical corporate bullshit. They need any reason to justify an all expense paid trip to America's home of debauchery and sin. Of course, I wasn't going to object. Fifty dollar a day per diem, a hotel on the strip, and only 8 hours of actual work between two days; sitting and listening to some industry "bi...
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) CHAPTER FOUR The problem of the bathroom wasn't a small one—or rather that was its problem. Our bathroom was so small you had to step outside it to change your mind. (Ba-dum-bump, as the comedy drum goes), and the "diminutive nature" of the apartment had expressed itself there at its worst. It contained a singl...
~~~ * ~~~ This story is purely fictional - no shapeshifters, punks, cars or flats were hurt in the process. If you don't like violence, please stop reading right here - there will be weapons, drugs, manhandling and rough sex. Not all of it, not in every part of the story, put you may get hung up once you start! Also, please excuse my English - It isn't my...
I'd been living with daddy and Uncle Cody for six months. Daddy had almost completely recovered from his accident and was working full days on the ranch again. The three of us had settled into a companionable sexual relationship and it was a rare week that went by that I didn't spend at least one night with both of their big cocks pounding me at each end and...