Sissy Bois 4: Transvestite Stag Model

Sissy Bois 4: Transvestite Stag Model

by Adonis Chase

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Sissy Bois 4: Transvestite Stag Model by Adonis Chase

Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include taboo and forbidden elements. This is a vintage **full length** (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.
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My vision was blurred and my face numb. My eyes watered with the strain of opening them, but the lights in the room were mercifully low. I tried to raise my hands to trace the ache on my face, but couldn't. My whole body burned like molten lead. I felt like I had fallen down an elevator shaft. My mind was a complete blank, zeroing in on the pain.
He moved across the room slowly. I was aware of his bulky body in the corner of my eye, but his features were too blurred. Did I know him? I turned my head and my nuts snapped with such force it wiped out all the other pain. I couldn't even feel my dick.
"Yeah," he grunted. "Well, at least you're still alive."
I am? The pain in my groin receded and the overall throbbing ache in my body resumed. I opened my mouth slightly, testing my lips, my tongue found my teeth. How had my mouth stayed intact?
He loomed over me, standing beside the bed, and pressed a straw to my lips. The ice cold water rushed down my throat cooling the pain momentarily, washing away the dry cotton on the roof of my somehow miraculously intact mouth.
"Easy," he muttered, "too much at once's no good." His voice was gruff with a street accent. Had I heard it before? No, I didn't recognize it. I was sure of that. He pulled the glass away and stood silently staring down at me.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked softly, testing my voice. It was still there even if the rest of me might not be. "And where the hell am I?" My voice was stronger, a sudden surge of anger passing through me. In my condition, I should have been in a white room with a nurse feeding me water, not him.
"You're in one of my apartments," he said, his voice low and warning, "and never mind who I am."
The tone was enough to tell me I shouldn't pursue it. I was in no shape to take anybody else on, that was for sure. He pulled up a chair to the bedside and sat down heavily. He lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply, the tantalizing smoke floating through my pain, and then offered it to me. The smoke was incentive enough to make me raise my hand and accept his peace pipe.
"I wanna hear the whole story," he said, his voice still low and hard, but he no longer sounded threatening.. After all, there wasn't anything I could do anyway. "Then maybe we can reach a settlement, you know?" he questioned, the voice still firm but now with a hint of promise. Settlement? What kind of settlement?

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ISBN-13: 9781547159130
Publisher: Cryptolium Press
Publication date: 09/01/2017
Sold by: StreetLib SRL
Format: NOOK Book
File size: 76 KB

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