FIN-186 Hellfire Club
Hellfire Club
Finland Books
FIN-186
$3.95
Hellfire Club
Finland Books
FIN-186
$3.95
Excerpt
Perhaps at this stage I should describe myself a little. My name is Roger. Roger Saltbush. I am five feet eleven and my physique is, as I have already said, pretty good. I think I can thank my parents for that mostly but I did work at it a lot and the definition of my muscles was even then pretty clean cut. I have blond hair—very fine and ash-blond in color and even my under-arm and pubic hairs are the same. My eyes are a bright blue—like Dad’s and they’re big and wide-set. I’ve never seen my dad’s genitals. They were not something he felt were my business but I guessed from the bulge at his groin when we went swimming as a family that I might have inherited my proportions there from him too.
My cock is uncut and slack it measures nine inches—a couple more when erect—and my testicles are about the size of small hen’s eggs. I know I beat the other boys in my year at school and was often the butt of many ribald comments about my potential ability in matters sexual. I used to smile and just look mysterious which seemed the best way out of it at the time.
Anyway, being almost totally glabrous myself, I wanted my new ‘master’ to be the same.
I may have been naive but I wasn’t totally stupid.
I quickly discovered life could be dangerous in the world of B & D and S & M as I found my fetish to be called. I quickly found out which bars were safer than others and steered what I hoped was a safe course.
I looked for a job during the day and went to the bars at night. I didn’t drink—except an occasional coke. I had spent too many hours developing my body to have it destroyed by the ravages of alcohol and tobacco. And I kept well away from the drug scene too. I wanted to be a slave but I wasn’t looking to become one of the dissolute boys you saw about the streets, selling their bodies for the price of a quick fix…
In time I found a job. I started work as a stage hand at one of the underground theaters featuring strippers—both male and female. At first I found watching their acts from the sidelines quite intriguing but as time went by they became routine.
The same thing repeated night after night soon becomes run-of-the-mill and of little interest and that’s what happened to me.
After the show, at about eleven, I moved down to the bars, seeking, ever seeking my ideal master.
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