"Please, Sir, I really need this job! I'll do anything!" Tristan Quick pleaded. Tristan stood atop the center stage, his back to the intimidating pole he was to swing around on while trying to look sexy. The urge to flee was strong, but Tristan knew he had no choice.
Tristan's slender body trembled with trepidation. He had answered the ad in the paper, desperately needing a job. He'd lost his last job through no fault of his own. He was not the one who laced the coffee with liquor
The July 4th weekend had been a high celebration in the harbor town of Shernhaven since before anyone in the town could remember. And, being a seaside town, celebration here was largely conducted on the water. The whole weekend the harbor itself was packed with pleasure boats from as far south as Martha's Vineyard and north as Gloucester. Only a single channel was kept clear for the movement of vessels in and out of the harbor.
The highlight of the weekend was a Sunday afternoon r
John Dungan, the third son of Archibald, the Baron de Blaguere, of Ardkill, Londonderry, was a man of few words but of precipitous action. When the Irish potato famine started destroying the lives and working ability of the families producing the Irish whiskey at his family's distillery in Londonderry—and particularly in challenging his endurance at watching families that had worked for his for generations starve—John took action.
John started by pleading to his father, the baron,
"The interview went well?"
"Yes, it did."
"You didn't think it would, did you? You thought Cole would queer it."
Tab and Ben Semple were sitting out on the deck of Tab's waterside cottage overlooking the north end of Plymouth Bay on the estate of the man Tab had found handyman work with and who wanted Tab near enough to visit when his family wouldn't miss him from the big house up on the bluff.
"The manager at the cranberry packaging bu
He felt the weight of his body pulling on his wrists where they were chained to the wall in the dungeon of the ritter's castle. His cheek rested against the clammy stone wall of the chamber. Still, though, the sweat was dripping down his brow and into his eyes. There was nothing he could do about that now.
Von Rostock had left him, saying he'd be back after refreshing himself.
If he stretched out his legs and perched on the balls of his feet, he could just manage to
"Where did you get those? Those look fresh. You said that Cole didn't . . ."
"No, it wasn't Cole. It's OK, it doesn't hurt much."
Tab had called the bank and asked Ben Semple if he was interested in a nooner at the apartment.
"Always," Ben had answered. "I'll be there in ten."
Ben was already stripping his shirt off as he entered his apartment, and that's when Tab had seen the welts on his back.
"God, Ben. They're on your
Even though I am a little long in the tooth, my cock is in good shape. Not ten inches long, but it still fires like a NASA missile, with a few rare exceptions as when a missile explodes off target or veers off into outer space and is never seen again. No missile is perfect.
Often, I feel a certain long and low pulsation back behind my sizable balls that most men would describe as "being horny." This occurs usually twice a week, maybe three days after I've spent a rollicking aftern
The gentlemen, the three principles of the expedition, Peter Cushing, Daniel Hobart, and Addis Shern, were conversing at the rail when Captain Lynch sidled up to them from out of the darkness. He always felt so inferior—and, he thought, was treated as such—when he approached their counsel. But he was the captain of this vessel, not any one of the three of them, and that meant something, even if they did not act as if they countenanced it. They were not in command until they reached land. Out her
[This is the prologue to a GM historical novel in eleven chapters of the men of Shernhaven, Massachusetts, as the leading families of the harbor town are established over waves of immigration. Posting of the chapters will be completed by mid-November 2015.]
The Trailways bus came in south from Boston on the Boston Road, turned right onto Cushing Street to come into Shernhaven on the east side of Shern Park, the center green of the old Massachusetts harb
It had been months since I'd seen my Dom. After the night dad - the old man punished my sub for staying over I had decided enough was enough. I was done being submissive. I changed my locks and after a month I moved my sub in as a roommate.
I'm not gay so he's not my boyfriend. We just fuck since it doesn't hurt anyone. Well he doesn't fuck me, he prefers blow jobs. I guess you'd say I'm the pitcher in our relatio--arrangement.
Anyway, we share a room for now, it
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