Sex Arcade

DESCRIPTION:
Seth is on the prowl and ready to blow off some steam at a local sex arcade. This past weekend, the guy he’s been casually seeing for awhile told him “I love you” while earlier tonight he told him that he got married to his sweetheart earlier in the day. Seth has never been the pick of the litter, but for two horny truckers (and a few others) he might just fit the bill. What better way to get over somebody than to get under a few some bodies?

EXCERPT:
The hulking monster of slime and goo wrestled me to the wall of the small video booth, pinning my flailing arms up to my head while working my legs open with his. I fought back as best I could, being slammed over and over again with every earnest thrust to break free from his grasp. But with me being short and pudgy and vulnerable and he being taller and heavier and in command, my battle was lost long before it had even begun.

“Stop fighting me, boy,” the strong monster growled in his victorious glory. He was an ugly-handsome monster with a strong muscular chest and a coat of hair that covered his naked frame with a trimmed beard that attached itself to a swell of speared strands attempting to grow back atop his head. He wanted me to stop; give up and give in so he could claim my binky with his rigid cock, a prize that wasn’t rightfully his to begin with through trickery and deceit as he snatched me into the manmade cave like a random kidnapper for ransom by the towel wrapped around my waist.

His belly rounded; his cock thick and hard, eager and raring to go pressed against me with his cigar-stained breath rolling across my collarbone with scruffy kisses along my freshly-shaven cheeks urging me to concede. Many of us dream of being taken like this, by a man like him, especially trolls like me.

No. No!

If I gave into his nuzzled advances, I was done, a goner. If I resisted heavily enough, he might let go and let me go and let me leave in peace—then he might not. Worst things have happen in places like these. Worst things.

Every predator must have his prey, right?