Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
FOREWORD
Mendez twirled the rope.
“Did I ever show you this trick?”
I was about to tell him I’d already seen his tricks, but before I could, or get out of the way, I could feel the rope going right around my shoulders.
Caught again!
And now, he was pulling me over, and winding it around me…
Until my chest and arms were tied, and I couldn’t move.
“That’s perfect,” he said to me.
And then, he took the rest of the rope and looped it, so that he could hang it on a hook on one side of the trailer.
So there I was, roped and hung up.
And waiting to see just what was going to happen next!
I wanted to yell, to scream for all I was worth, hoping that somehow I’d be able to get out of there, but deep down inside I knew that wouldn’t do any good.
No, I’d walked open-eyed into this, and if there’s one rule in the carnival I’d learned, it was that the rest of the train was deaf and dumb, D and D they call it, to whatever happens behind the closed doors of another guy’s trailer.
And this night, I was it.
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