Locker-Room Lust
Locker-Room Lust
No Series
(same as One Man After Another)
Manny Tomas
$3.50
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Excerpt
Clinton grabbed me and tore the blanket from my body. Pushing me roughly through the kitchen door, he kicked me hard as he opened the door to the back porch and threw me into the cold air.
“Get on into the woodshed before somebody sees your naked ass and wants to fuck you,” he said to me as I stood there on the porch, letting the cold air soothe my burning body. The porch was actually a breezeway that connected the house to a small shed in which the wood was stored. It was covered on top and the house formed one side and the woodshed the other. The other two sides were open.
I did not move, so he kicked me again, sending me reeling into the woodshed. He was close behind me.
“Get your pretty, little fucking ass over there,” he hissed at me as he took some wire from the shelf by the door. I walked over to the place he had designated as he straightened out the wire. It was right below a low beam which supported the flimsy building.
“Raise your arms,” he ordered.
Knowing that I was totally helpless, I followed his order. Before long, both of my hands were tied to the rafter, and I was stretched out naked there with my feet barely touching the dirt floor. He left the shed. As I hung there alone in the cold night, I wondered how long I would be left like this.
Clinton entered the shed a few minutes later.
He was carrying the strop with which he sharpened his straight razor, I noticed, as I turned my head when he came into the shed. About the only place one sees such straps, anymore is in a barber shop. The men of Belltown used them in those days to sharpen their straight-edged razors on, and the women of Belltown used them to punish their children with. Usually though, the good mothers struck the children rather lightly, and most of the time they did not strip the children beforehand. My mother had threatened me with the strop–the one my father had used –but she had never used it. Now, I was going to feel the full force of the strop against my exposed flesh. I waited for Clinton to begin his cruel assault.
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