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Busman’s Holiday – Part 02

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By lthr_jock

Clark looked up in shock as Vickers looked down at him grinning. “What — what the fuck?” He tried to pull free of the scavenger’s daughter, but it was solid and secure and even his impressive muscles were unable to make any headway against them.

Vickers laughed. “I’ll leave you to it then.” He headed out of the room and Clark heard the door lock behind him. Clark had no idea what Vickers had planned, so he continued to struggle despite his so-far futile efforts. He shook himself violently from side to side, but all he succeeded in doing was tipping himself over and he sprawled helplessly across the floor. He started to yell and bellow for assistance.

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Football Master

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By ty dehner

The weekend was coming to an end. As the sun dipped below the horizon and the lights of Vancouver started to come on around us, Sir and i walked along the sea wall of Stanley Park. A little bit ago he had gently taken my hand in his and we walked along holding hands. It was a gentle night, as a light breeze went through my BC Lions jersey that i wore. It matched the one Sir had on. We had gone to the game on Saturday night and watched them beat the crap out of Toronto, which Sir thoroughly enjoyed. After we had hit a local spot and had nachos and beer, before heading back to our hotel room for the night. i looked at Sir for a moment and he turned to me and smiled, i did the same in return. i always love looking at him in his jerseys. They fit him so good, tucked into his Wranglers. He had gotten a fresh high and tight after i picked him up before the game.

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