STORY EXCERPT

Devin Palmer opened the door and couldn’t believe the state of the club his friend Terrance Bishop had brought him to. “You actually know someone who scenes in this fucking place? I wouldn’t recommend this place to my worst enemy. I’ll be surprised if I don’t get the clap from touching the door handle.” He looked around in disgust and wiped his hands on his pants.

“We must have come on an off night. I can’t believe my bud Brad would let his baby sister come to a place like this,” Terrance answered, looking around again as if maybe his eyes had deceived him the first time.

“I don’t think it’s a bad night, asshole. Some of this has built up for a while. I’ll bet most of this place hasn’t been cleaned in a long time. How young is this girl?” Devin hoped she was at least the legal age of eighteen, but from what he’d seen of the place so far, he didn’t doubt they let underage kids in there.

“Somewhere in her twenties, I think. Let’s see if we can find her and get out of here. Jack will probably kick us out of Sweet Haven for even being in a place like this,” Terrance said as he carefully stepped over a puddle of what he didn’t even want to imagine was. He shook his head in disgust. There was a layer of crust and slime on most of the surfaces, and the place reeked of sour food and bad body odor.

The two men observed some of the scenes that were happening and couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Nothing that intense would ever be allowed to happen in Sweet Haven, the club they both belonged to and frequented together.

“Hi, gentlemen. I’m Abel Frostman, owner of Chains. I’ve not seen you here before. Are you new members?” He was a short little man, as round as he was tall. The vibe he gave off didn’t leave Devin feeling any better about him than he did the club.

“We were referred by Brad Worthman. I believe he does your security here?” Not that there was any security as far as Terrance could see. There had been no one at the door, and they had just walked in. No way Jack would allow that at Sweet Haven. Jack Thomas, the owner, and Dom in Residence of Sweet Haven, had installed all the most up-to-date security measures. No one got past him without a background check and a complete physical. Terrance was going to have a talk with Brad the next time he saw him. He couldn’t believe his friend had asked him to go to a place like this, let alone let his baby sister play there.

“Oh yes, Brad told me he was going to ask some friends to come in and check on his sister. As you can see, I keep a pretty clean club,” Abel said as he led the men further into the club.

Clean compared to what? Devin thought but didn’t say what he was thinking, trying not to touch anything. Was that dried blood? He didn’t even want to know.

“Those are the private rooms back there. Pam’s likely back there somewhere. Feel free to look around. If you need anything I’ll be in the front office.” Abel waddled away, leaving the two men on their own. It was easy to see he didn’t give a shit about anyone in the club or anything that happened.

Most of the doors were open, and it was easy to see that the rooms were empty. When they came to a closed door, Terrance knocked softly and then more forcefully before they heard the word, “Enter.” Devin pushed the door open and Terrance followed closely behind him.

“We’re looking for Pam. Her brother Brad said she comes here sometimes,” Terrance explained to the naked couple lying on the bed in the room. It was a small room from what he could tell in the brief time he took to look around. Beside the bed was a small chest and a comfortable looking chair. Your typical motel room.

“Room number seven, down the hall at the end,” the woman answered. “But she’s in there with Hog and he doesn’t like to be interrupted.”

“Thanks,” Devin said and turned, heading down the hall. Hog, what the fuck kind of name was that? Was the guy a biker or what?

They stopped outside of the door to room seven, trying to decide what to do. They would never interrupt a scene normally, but Brad had been concerned enough to send them there and they needed to make sure his sister was okay. Devin was just about to knock when they heard, “No! Red! Red!” A female voice screamed from inside the room, and the decision was made for them.

Grabbing the door handle and finding it locked, Devin took a step back and kicked the door, forcing it open. The sight before them was shocking. A huge man was standing naked with his back to them, and a small unclothed woman] was tied to a St. Andrew’s cross in front of him.

The man was holding a long thick board studded with nails, and it looked as if he was going to hit the woman with it. He didn’t seem to be affected by the woman’s screaming or the fact that they had just burst into the room.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Distract her for me, dude,” Devin said as he moved behind her again.

Terrance stood and put one hand on the laces of his fly. “Do you think you’re up to this?”

Pam nodded eagerly. Other than some heavy petting, she hadn’t even seen either man shirtless. She was very excited to see what they were packing. She could only hope it would be as good as her imagination.

She watched wide-eyed as he loosened the laces on his leathers and slid them open enough to expose his cock.

She was sure her eyes were the size of dinner plates as he took a step forward, his shaft in his hand. He slowly stroked up and down and grew even longer and wider if possible. That was not going to fit in her mouth, let alone anywhere else.

“Relax. I’ll go slow.” Terrance took a step closer and rubbed her lips with the tip of his cock.

Pam let her tongue slip past her lips and tentatively tasted him. A small amount of precum was leaking from the slit, and he was painting her lips with it.

“Open wide, girl. Let Daddy in.”

“Daddy, huh,” Pam said, not sure she liked that.

“Try it. If it’s not for you, no biggie.” Terrance took advantage of her open mouth and slid his cock in.

Pam opened her mouth as wide as she could, trying to relax her jaws and let him in. Just his massive head alone filled her mouth. She could barely move her tongue to try and lick him.

She was still trying to cope with Terrance when she felt a burning smack on her ass.

Terrance held her head with both hands as he eased his way into her mouth. He’d push in a little farther, and then Devin would lay another strip on her ass. She didn’t know which was going to be sorest, her ass or her mouth.

Her jaws felt stretched as wide as they could go, and he kept pushing. And pushing. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take when he eased off and backed up. Devin had stopped also.

Wait. What had happened? Had she done something wrong? Why had they both just quit?

She had tears running down her face from trying to take so much of Terrance and her ass was burning, but she felt happy, well used, and wanted. And they hadn’t even had sex with her…yet.

“Pam, we stopped to make sure you’re doing okay. Can you give us a color?”

“I’m green, Sirs. Very green.”

Terrance knelt down, looking her in the eyes. “Are you sure? If anything that’s happening here is too much for you, I want you to tell us. We won’t be mad or upset.”

Pam heard a throat clear and looked at Terrance in confusion. “Don’t worry about it. Devin will handle whatever it is. I’m staying here with you. Are you ready to continue? That mouth of yours feels better than anything I’ve felt in a long time.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Pam answered remembering he’d asked her to call him Daddy earlier.

He grinned ear to ear. “Open.” He fisted his cock and fit it to her mouth.