BA-117 Boys in the Band
Boys in the Band
Bad Boys
BA-177
$3.95
Boys in the Band
Bad Boys
BA-177
$3.95
Excerpt
“As I was just telling you,” Frantock interrupted smoothly, “there is a lot of give and take in this business.” His gaze dropped to Haley’s crotch. He continued in a lower voice.
“The contract is not signed, yet. There is something you can do to hasten its signing.” He stood up. Walking swiftly to the door, he locked it.
Haley stood up, realization dawning in his mind. “No,” he said. “That wasn’t part of the deal.”
“It is now. Strip!”
Haley looked wildly at the door and at Frantock.
Frantock stood smiling, swinging the door key in his hand. Haley shook his head.
“Fine,” said Frantock. He picked up the phone again. He didn’t look at Haley as he spoke.
“Your band is going to hate you. You’ll never get another gig, and you’ll certainly never get signed by another record company. We’re the biggest, and my word travels far and fast.” He dialled a number. “Wait,” rasped Haley. Frantock depressed the receiver button. Haley pulled his t-shirt up over his head. He stepped out of his blue jeans and stood naked except for his boots, in front of Frantock.
Frantock smile his wolfish smile and replaced the receiver on the phone.
He sat in the chair. He held his hand out to Haley. Stiffly, Haley crossed the floor and stood in front of Frantock. Frantock put out his hand and caressed Haley’s naked body.
Haley felt a shudder of revulsion as the man’s smooth hands skimmed over his flesh. The hands slipped around to Haley’s ass and delicately parted his asscheeks.
Frantock turned him around. Haley stood obediently, feeling the man’s finger probing into the crack of his ass. When the finger slipped into his bumhole, he gasped, but remained standing still.
“Lie on the sofa,” Frantock ordered. Haley did. “Spread your legs.” Haley complied. Frantock stood over him, contemplating him with a sneer.
“Play with yourself,” he commanded. Haley took his penis in his right hand and began stroking it.
“Your nipples, too.”
With his left hand, Haley began stroking and pinching his own nipples. He closed his eyes, blushing with embarrassment.
Frantock went to the door. Unlocking it, he put his head out and Haley heard him ordering a tray of drinks and a bucket of ice. He remained at the door until the drinks and ice came. He set them on the desk and returned to Haley’s side.
Haley had continued playing with himself the entire time. His cock now stood at attention and his nipples were erect and hard.
“Put your hands under your ass,” Frantock ordered him. Haley did, a puzzled frown on his brow.
Frantock placed the ice bucket on the floor near Haley. He picked up a cube and placed it on Haley’s left nipple.
The younger man gasped. His hand came up involuntarily. Frantock leaned down and slapped him.
“I said, under your ass!” His voice harsh, Frantock reached into the bucket for another cube. This one he placed on Haley’s right nipple. He scooped up a handful and paused, his hand above Haley crotch.
“No,” said Haley, pleadingly. Frantock grinned and dropped the handful of ice.
Haley cried out. It took all the willpower he had to keep his hands where they were as the icy coldness struck his cock and balls. Still grinning, Frantock picked up another handful. Haley closed his eyes.
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