The Imposters: Evan

Evan was barely able to contain his fury and frustration as he stared at the giant oaf across the room, it was all William’s fault that they were in this mess now and it was that lumbering idiot that dragged him into this stupid little group to begin with. Evan huffed as he paced around the room not even making eye contact with the other man across the lounge, he had been quite content tricking and scamming by himself but with his silver tongue William had convinced him that working together could net them both bigger sums of money.  Sure William had been right, he had been richer than ever before but now, now he was holed up with these morons waiting for either the police or the mob to bust down the front door, find them and god knows what else. Evan rubbed his head; surely there was a way out? Surely there was a way he could throw these chumps under the bus? Surely he wouldn’t meet the same fate as these imbeciles?

The Imposters: William

William stared silently as he held his pool cue and glass of scotch, he wasn’t concentrating on the game, nothing could divert his attention from the future that awaited him and the other two men in the room. None of them were even making eye contact, just idling around the expensive penthouse trying to do anything to take their minds off their impending fates. See William and his associates were criminals, no good cheaters, scammers and con-men, or tricksters as they would playfully refer to themselves. These men would rob and steal from anyone who had a substantial amount of money, regardless of age, gender, race or background, if you had money they would find a way to take it from you. William and his colleagues had met a few years ago and with their combined skills they were able to trick almost everyone, leading each of them on the verge of being millionaires. They could have retired a year ago, be sun bathing on a beach and getting drunk with friends every night but greed had led them to continue and thanks to William all of them were now royally screwed.

You'll Never Go Back

Jason was doing yard work when he got the notification on his phone, yet another news bulletin that he didn’t know how to switch off. Annoyed he pulled out his phone and soon an expression of disgust and anger washed over his face as he read the headline of the story, another rally protesting against police brutality towards the black community. For most people this would have been a positive thing, a way to campaign for change against something that was immoral, wrong and damaging to society, however Jason didn’t feel that way. Jason saw this as another attack against his white culture and privilege, just another way for him to be victimised as a white male. Jason plain and simple was a racist, a xenophobic conservative living in an area that supported his views but even though he was just as passionate as the next backwards right wing nutjob he was outcast because of his sexuality. Sure he could campaign to keep certain statues up and condemn certain movements but it would all be ignored because he loved the taste of cock. Nevertheless Jason wasn’t going to give up on his ideals and views and still he joined in with his hate filled community and at one of those bigoted meetings he met the guy he was now obsessed over.

The Closing Argument

Terrence fiddled around with his papers; he had been taken by surprise as the criminal he was prosecuting had barged into his office. The guy; Snake Graves was guilty and Terrence’s client was adamant about sending him to jail and was paying Terrence a handsome fee to make sure he went down.  The young punk had been arrested numerous times for a variety of minor offences, but this time it just happened that he stole the wallet of a very important businessman who was pushing for the harshest of sentences. Snake was now in front of Terrence but he wasn’t angry or remorseful in fact it seemed like he didn’t have a care in the world even though after tomorrow he could be spending ten years in prison. Snake would be in his late thirties when he finally would be free, his youth wasted in a cell yet he stood with a cocky arrogance in front of Terrence, waiting for the lawyer to speak. Terrence had only known the man for a few days but he already had a deep loathing for him. The thug was dressed inappropriately, had tattoos and piercings and didn’t seem to care about anything, not even himself. Terrence hated people who had all the ridiculous ink and metal across their body, it was as if they had to be the centre of attention, they had to be different and they couldn’t just fit into society. It was probably the reason why Terrence had become so interested in law, the order and structure was something Terrence enjoyed enforcing and why he hated people like the man in front of him. Snake had made his way in life by mooching off others mostly through crime or manipulation, unlike Terrence who had worked hard to be successful. Snake was everything Terrence despised and staring at the punk now Terrence was glad that a waste of space like him would be locked away. Terrence shuffled his papers again trying to hide his brutal, destructive and hateful closing argument that was sure to extinguish any hope left that this thug should be allowed to go free.

See You On The Flipside: Cash Master

Warren hadn’t set out to become what he was now, in fact he was only posting pictures of himself on social media and everything kind of snowballed from there. Warren worked hard on his appearance, he exercised relentlessly to get his toned, muscle bound physique, he styled his hair perfectly, had a beauty regime that would make most girls jealous and he made sure he was always dressed in the most fashionable clothing. Naturally, the attractive twenty year old wanted to flaunt his good looks and style and so had started posting photos and videos of himself online. Warren was used to getting a lot of attention from women in real life but he was both shocked and disgusted at how much attention he got from men online. At first his messages and inbox’s were full of men complimenting his body and praising his physique, however the tone of the messages soon changed. Men would message him begging him to let them worship his muscles, asking him to send them his dirty underwear and pleading him to show his bare ass from them. Warren unsurprisingly ignored all the requests, he wasn’t gay and he certainly wasn’t some plaything parading around for the amusement of some fags on the internet, however once the men online stated how much they were willing to pay Warren had a change of heart. Wearing fashionable clothes and maintaining his body wasn’t cheap and the sums of money being offered to him were all too tempting for the arrogant, greedy jock.

Inferior Superior

Connor had a great time at university; he had got drunk and partied nearly every night and spent his days working out in the campus gym. Although now that he had graduated, Connor regretted not trying harder at his studies because employers don’t hire those who barely scraped a pass. The only job Connor had managed to get was at a local office doing data entry, sure it wasn’t exciting but Connor needed a job and the money. At first Connor didn’t mind his new occupation, he was young and good looking and all the women fussed over him, they would give him easier jobs, bake him treats and bombard him with compliments. They made his job so much easier for him that he didn’t see the point in bursting their bubbles and telling them he was gay. However while the women at his work made his life easier the same couldn’t be said for the men. Having a hot, young, muscular stud of a man move into the building and receive all the attention from the women certainly put them on guard. To Connor it was obvious that they were all jealous of him, while they were older, out of shape and stuck in committed relationships he was the complete opposite, a young, hot, single guy. Most of the men barely talked to him and when they did it was to drop off work to his cubicle, Connor couldn’t believe how petty and jealous the grown men in the office were and worst of all his boss seemed the most envious of all.

See You On The Flipside: A Real Fake

 
Butch had always been a sucker for ditzy blonde bimbos, perhaps it was all the playboys and dirty magazines he read as a teenager. He loved their fake boobs, their bleached hair, their puffy inflated lips, their completely hairless bodies, their skinny waists and their fat injected asses. Basically Butch was obsessed with any women who preferred the synthetic look; he couldn’t stand any of those frumpy feminists that insisted on an all-natural look. Luckily for Butch the Barbie girls he was so attracted to would often approach him. Butch had always been big, he had hit his growth spurt early and was well over six foot, the sport he played through high school had led him to develop lots of muscles, every girl wanted a piece of the buff jock Butch. After school he instantly got a job in construction leading his body to become even more toned and muscular, a beard and some tattoos later and Butch looked like the epitome of masculinity and god did he know it. Butch put on the façade that he was just a caring, paternal, sensitive hunk and the bimbos fell for it every time, by now he must have left with well over a 1000 women. Often a quick fling is all Butch wanted, fuck’em and chuck’em was his motto and he couldn’t see that ever changing, even now that he was 42.

Doing anything for a patient

Luke Irwin was a successful doctor, after graduating medical school he decided that he didn’t want to work in the area he had grown up in. His hometown was affluent enough to have a large number of practices and was a place where everyone could access healthcare. Luke decided to move away to a town where his skills were more needed, an underprivileged backwater town with only one other doctor available.

It’s been eight months since Luke moved to his new home and things had been going pretty well. His doctor’s office was going well; he even had managed to make enough money to hire a hot receptionist named Cassie. Coming in everyday and seeing the cute blonde with huge tits made coming to work that much easier for Luke. Life was good for Luke he good looking, the women in this town basically threw themselves at him and what’s more he was raking in the cash. Sadly this was not the case for one of his regular patients’ a sixteen year old boy named Jackson. Jackson didn’t come from a wealthy family and barely a week would go by without him making an appointment to see Luke. Jackson was not a bright boy, he would often come to see Luke with cuts, bruises, sprains and other injuries all caused by the nonsensical actions the boy had engaged in on his farm. Whether it was jumping from a tractor, being kicked by a cow or trying to run through thick thorny bushes, Jackson always had some weird tale to tell about how he got his injuries. At first Luke was worried that there might be an issue with his home life and parents, but as the number of meetings grew Luke suspected the kid was injuring himself just so he could visit his doctor.

A Living Fantasy

Lee always looked forward to Tuesday and Sunday nights, they were the highlight of his week as they were the days his favourite cam model performed. His username was JockGOD and he was a stereotypical arrogant jock, the guy who likes to pose and flex for anyone who will look at him. Lee especially loved how he would wave around his perfect bubble butt right in front of the camera teasing people with the odd sight of his tight asshole. JockGOD totally got off on all the worship and adoration he received from his fans; it would make him super horny when he read the comments of how his followers had blown their loads over his impressive body. However Lee wasn’t that type of follower, the reason he loved watching JockGOD was the thought of him being taken down and turned into Lee’s personal bitch. Lee fantasized about how he would dominate the cocky jock making him rim his asshole, deep throat his impressive cock and then fuck his tight muscle ass until he cried out in submission. The thought of reducing the cocky arrogant jock into a submissive and obedient servant made Lee’s dick twitch and tonight his fantasies were going to come true because Lee had forked out for a private show.