THE NIGHT OF THE FRIGGING PIGTAILS
Jim tested the ropes. They held tight. In fact, they hurt his
wrists. He'd used all his tricks, puffed out his body when they bound
him, but these idiots were smarter than your average idiots. They'd
tied him good. He was stuck until rescue came. He didn't mind that so
much but his nose itched. His balls did too. Maybe he shouldn't wear
his pants so tight—
No, never mind; scratch that.
The
door swung open; he whistled. Things were looking up. He couldn't say
he approved of a sleeveless bustier before evening, but Artemus did
look cute in pigtails.
THE NIGHT OF THE ONE RING CIRCUS
Jim squeezed the
control and
felt the never-to-be-patented prostate massager spring from the special
cockring that he wore and slide along his shaft. He rumbled hips
against ass until Artemus gave one final, senseless cry and collapsed,
spurting semen clear across the desk.
Jim helped him up
and kissed him. "That was nice."
"You're telling
me!" Artemus grinned. "That's a keeper!" He took the device back from
Jim.
"Could use a few
more tests."
Artemus grinned
harder. "Jim, I think you're right!"