Stuffed into my sweaty pit?” As he watched, Gleason’s 9.5” cock hardened. He loved seeing his partner dominate the TSWF chair. Dawson wasn’t sure what to do. He was getting squashed by his former foreman. The promoter’s air supply was virtually cut off. He could tap Bennett’s 35” quad and be released only to be fucked, on camera no less. Or he could try to hold on. If only he could remember that fucking code word. Was it Rioja? Gay porn He’s where he belongs, don’t you think? Chapter EightThe Reckoning: Settling ScoresJust to remind you from Chapter 7…Just then, Dawson’s mobile phone on his desk chirped. Dandy looked down at it and opened his text app. “We’re coming for you, you piece of shit.” Dawson frowned. All the previous texts had been from one guy. Were there two men out for Dandy? Chirp! Another text message appeared on the promoter’s phone. “Meet us tomorrow at Sal’s Bay Ridge gym if you got balls. In the private ring in back.” “Persistent texter?” Cedric asked. “Yeah, some guys who want to settle an old score,” Dandy sighed. The TSWF promoter sat back in his chair and glanced over at Brutus from Brazil. He said “I’ve got a job for you. The fuckers won’t know what
