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Gay Raceplay Stories
The word lands before the hand does. Gay raceplay stories, race play worked out loud by a man who knows exactly which word does the damage. The oldest hierarchy there is, and it is being used on him on purpose. He knows what he is supposed to feel about that. His body answers before he has decided whether to let it.
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The Bright Orange Yamaha
NiftyTwo matched twenty-year-olds ride the peg seats of a custom orange Yamaha, collared to match the paint, each impaled on a dildo built into the saddle. The blond resembles the owner because he is the owner's first cousin, bought when the family went bankrupt. The man admiring him drafted the statute that did it.
Bartholomew & Smith
NiftyA slave dealer inherits the firm when his partner dies mid-fuck, and explains his market the way a man explains car franchising. Then a poor customer wants something worn out he can afford. A graying brothel trade-in beats the rendering plant's hundred and fifty dollars a pound, so the used-slave trade is invented at the counter.
Piet: Loitering with Intent
NiftyBlack rule reversed everything. Piet returns to the suburb his family owned, watches two collared slaves flogged on his mother's lawn, and is arrested for loitering within the hour. He never argues the sentence is unjust, only that he did not commit the offence.