Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 27, 2017 20:18:04 GMT
Some where in Canada.....................
In a small town, called Jusinville, Green Man pulls off the highway and stops at a small dinner. Green Man stretches as he steps out of his car and shuts the door.
“Man.” He says as he tries to get the road out of his back. He looks around. There isn’t much to look at in this small town as it’s plain and basically geek looking people live here, a place where Rob Stallion would fit in just great. Green Man is about to make his way into the Dinner when something catches his eye.
“Oh really?” He says. “Well now.” He adds. Off to the right is a pawn shop, called Nasty Rick’s Pawn shop. At first glance, Green Man thought it said porn shop. But porn is outlawed in Canada, so it must be a pawn shop. Even sending a video tape through the mail would get it searched by the M.O.M. Mom’s of the Mail. Green Man strolls over to the pawn shop instead, he kinda loves pawn shops, all kinds of crap in there for sale, some of it is good too.
Once inside, It’s more than he could have guessed. The place is packed, four isles as long as the eye can see, all shoved, crammed, overloaded with goodies. Green Man smiles, rubs his hands together.
“Oh yeah, this is what I am talking about.” He says as Chop Seuy plays from the radio. A man who name must be Rick walks out from the back of the place through a curtain.
“HELLO!” the chap says with glee. Small town folks you know.
“Good day.” Green Man answers with.
“What can I help you with today?” He asks.
Green Man thinks for a minute, “Well.” He says as he walks up to the counter. “I’m not really sure. I stopped on my way to Vancouver, at the dinner next store there.”
“Ah, yes, Rita’s Really Rad Railyard Dinner?” The man who name must be Rick says.
“uhmm, Yeah that one Rick.” Green Man says.
“Scott.”
“Excuse me?”
“Name is Scott.” Scott says.
“Okay?”
“Rick is my gay lover.” Scott says. “And he isn’t here right now. He’s down at the hospital right now. The Orange county relief station really, Town isn’t big enough for a hospital, but it’s a good thing we have a red cross center though.” Scott says.
“Okay...And why is Rick down there?” Green Man asks not really knowing why, but has to know.
“Well my cousin Brandi Xavier was in town, and we double teamed Rick, and well, Brandi is small, so he has to use coke bottles and stuff like that to give Rick pleasure, which was okay with him, Except a two liter and me don’t fit in his ass, so he got ripped open.” Scott says with out even flinching.
Green Man is in awe. And a little scared at the same time. “Wow man.” He says with a look of shock on his face. “That is fucked u p.”
“Yeah, Gives a new meaning to ripping him a new one.” Scott says.
“I’ll say.” Green Man says. The two stand there in silent for a while as Green Man tries to picture this whole thing going on. And after a few minutes, Scott speaks up.
“So, what can I do for you today?” He asks.
A stunned Green Man, answers, “My horse is being an ass, He’s a black Stallion, Have anything that would work?”
“Oh yeah, How about this here Whip?” Scott says as he pulls one out from under the counter. “This here whip is special, now let me tell you why. It has five tails on the end of it, which as you can see has razor sharp burs at each end, so not only do you really smack his ass, but it stings as well, raises some welts along the way. I like em. They seem to do the job and it really sticks in your mind when one of these babies hits your ass. And today, here at Nasty Rick’s, It’s on sale today, and today only for Ten dollars. Plus tax.” Scott says as he lays it down on the counter.
Green Man just shakes his head. “I see.” he says. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a twenty.
“I’ll take one, and PLEASE, No more stories man.”
“Sure thing buddy!” Scott says as he makes change.
“And don’t call me buddy.” Green Man says as he picks up the whip
Scott hands him the change. “oh, one more thing, Don’t tell anyone about me and Rick, It’s a small town, word like that could kill the business and Rick’s relationship with Rita.”
“Rita?” Green Man says.
“Yeah, their married, and she doesn’t know.” Scott says.
“Oh, don’t worry. Not one word from me, You can trust me.” Green Man say s as he picks up his whip and leaves the pawn shop. Once outside, he shakes his head as he walks out to Rita’s Really Rad Railyard Dinner.............
to be continued...................
In a small town, called Jusinville, Green Man pulls off the highway and stops at a small dinner. Green Man stretches as he steps out of his car and shuts the door.
“Man.” He says as he tries to get the road out of his back. He looks around. There isn’t much to look at in this small town as it’s plain and basically geek looking people live here, a place where Rob Stallion would fit in just great. Green Man is about to make his way into the Dinner when something catches his eye.
“Oh really?” He says. “Well now.” He adds. Off to the right is a pawn shop, called Nasty Rick’s Pawn shop. At first glance, Green Man thought it said porn shop. But porn is outlawed in Canada, so it must be a pawn shop. Even sending a video tape through the mail would get it searched by the M.O.M. Mom’s of the Mail. Green Man strolls over to the pawn shop instead, he kinda loves pawn shops, all kinds of crap in there for sale, some of it is good too.
Once inside, It’s more than he could have guessed. The place is packed, four isles as long as the eye can see, all shoved, crammed, overloaded with goodies. Green Man smiles, rubs his hands together.
“Oh yeah, this is what I am talking about.” He says as Chop Seuy plays from the radio. A man who name must be Rick walks out from the back of the place through a curtain.
“HELLO!” the chap says with glee. Small town folks you know.
“Good day.” Green Man answers with.
“What can I help you with today?” He asks.
Green Man thinks for a minute, “Well.” He says as he walks up to the counter. “I’m not really sure. I stopped on my way to Vancouver, at the dinner next store there.”
“Ah, yes, Rita’s Really Rad Railyard Dinner?” The man who name must be Rick says.
“uhmm, Yeah that one Rick.” Green Man says.
“Scott.”
“Excuse me?”
“Name is Scott.” Scott says.
“Okay?”
“Rick is my gay lover.” Scott says. “And he isn’t here right now. He’s down at the hospital right now. The Orange county relief station really, Town isn’t big enough for a hospital, but it’s a good thing we have a red cross center though.” Scott says.
“Okay...And why is Rick down there?” Green Man asks not really knowing why, but has to know.
“Well my cousin Brandi Xavier was in town, and we double teamed Rick, and well, Brandi is small, so he has to use coke bottles and stuff like that to give Rick pleasure, which was okay with him, Except a two liter and me don’t fit in his ass, so he got ripped open.” Scott says with out even flinching.
Green Man is in awe. And a little scared at the same time. “Wow man.” He says with a look of shock on his face. “That is fucked u p.”
“Yeah, Gives a new meaning to ripping him a new one.” Scott says.
“I’ll say.” Green Man says. The two stand there in silent for a while as Green Man tries to picture this whole thing going on. And after a few minutes, Scott speaks up.
“So, what can I do for you today?” He asks.
A stunned Green Man, answers, “My horse is being an ass, He’s a black Stallion, Have anything that would work?”
“Oh yeah, How about this here Whip?” Scott says as he pulls one out from under the counter. “This here whip is special, now let me tell you why. It has five tails on the end of it, which as you can see has razor sharp burs at each end, so not only do you really smack his ass, but it stings as well, raises some welts along the way. I like em. They seem to do the job and it really sticks in your mind when one of these babies hits your ass. And today, here at Nasty Rick’s, It’s on sale today, and today only for Ten dollars. Plus tax.” Scott says as he lays it down on the counter.
Green Man just shakes his head. “I see.” he says. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a twenty.
“I’ll take one, and PLEASE, No more stories man.”
“Sure thing buddy!” Scott says as he makes change.
“And don’t call me buddy.” Green Man says as he picks up the whip
Scott hands him the change. “oh, one more thing, Don’t tell anyone about me and Rick, It’s a small town, word like that could kill the business and Rick’s relationship with Rita.”
“Rita?” Green Man says.
“Yeah, their married, and she doesn’t know.” Scott says.
“Oh, don’t worry. Not one word from me, You can trust me.” Green Man say s as he picks up his whip and leaves the pawn shop. Once outside, he shakes his head as he walks out to Rita’s Really Rad Railyard Dinner.............
to be continued...................