DS-137 Hard at Work
Hard at Work
Driveshaft Library
(same as MP-153)
DS-137
Doug Mason
$3.95
Excerpt
Friday was my busiest night since I hit Manhattan. The fun started with a trip to the air terminal. I met the brothers. En route to my place we stopped at an Automat so Ketch could stoke up on hamburgers while I briefed Walter. In my room later, Walt was still digesting the briefing. Unlike Purvis, he wasn’t swayed by monetary considerations.
“You want me to go to this party where a guy’ll go down on me. So where does Ketch come in, huh?”
“Well, we can’t leave him alone here, can we? If he comes along to the party he’ll take a nice present back with him.”
Like Purvis, Walt realized that bad little boys don’t get presents for nothing. He called, “Ketch! Front and center!”
Ketch had been exploring the kitchenette, personally investigating my fresh stock of root beer. He was a scrawny little pullet with enormous blue eyes and a pug nose. The only party costume I could picture for him a kind of diaper like the New Year wears at New Year’s Eve shindigs. Maybe a scalloped diaper, sorta cut low, showing some bush hair. If he had any bush hair. I wondered. That’s how child molesters get started on careers that take them direct to the jailhouse. Idly, itchily, wondering.
As an older brother, Walt could cut through the gristle. He wondered aloud:
“Hey, Ketch, want your cock sucked?”
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