After a few too many drinks, Lester finds himself in
jail. As if that weren’t bad enough, his
temporary cell mate is a monstrous, sadistic bouncer who can’t go a day without
hurting someone.
Now, Lester must find a way to survive the night as Steve
has his way with him.
This 5,000 word erotic story includes gay themes, mild
violence, sexual language and profanity.
EXCERPT
I
wake up to feel an intense pressure on my neck.
I open my eyes to see Steve’s dirty work boot pressing down on my
neck. I try to push it off, feeling the
lug soles with my hands.
I
struggle to breathe. “Please…get off.”
“Sssh! I’m not gonna hurt you.”
“I…can’t…”
He
pulls the boot away and drops it on the cell floor.
“…breathe!” I grab my neck and cough.
“You’re
such a wimp.”
“What
did you do that for?”
“Just
for kicks. Once you get a guy under your
boots, it’s like you can’t get enough.”
“Well,
you scared the fuck out of me.”
He
turns away, shrugs his broad, muscular shoulders. “Sorry.”
It’s
an empty sorry. He’s not sorry. Not in the least. Now what?
“You
almost broke my neck.”
“Almost
doesn’t count. You’re lucky that’s all I
did.”
“I
don’t understand. I didn’t fuck with
you. I didn’t do a thing.”
“You
didn’t have to.”
“What? I’m lost – do you get a thrill out of hurting
guys or something?”
He
turns around and points at me. “Bingo.” There’s a big smile on his face.
“So…when
you get into bar fights…”
“It’s
like heaven, but I get annoyed when I don’t get to beat someone up.”
For
a few seconds, everything is quiet as he stares at me. I can see the hunger in his eyes.
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