Black Friday - What Really Happened

A Homo Erotic Fictitious Story - This story is untrue and any similarity between persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

1 – The Beginning

It was a sunny morning in the great city of Pokeropolis. The sun beamed down on the street, it was warm. The pavements were bustling with people on their way to make money. Some played poker, some wrote about it, and some people ran poker sites. But what remained a constant for them all was their blood quenching thirst for profit at anyone's expense.

Two such people were about to meet for the first time. Both with criminal intentions and sadistic personalities who enjoyed taking things that were not theirs.

Unbeknown to each other, on one side of the street stood Jay Guitar and on the other stood Coward Federer. Both were looking for an easy mark to start their day when they each spot the other out of the corner of their eye. A glint in Cowards eye tells us he has found his first victim of the day.

Coward crosses the road and as he bumps into Jay he apologises and walks on while looking down to his right hand which held a newly found wallet. But Coward felt something was amis, he felt for his own wallet and noticed it was missing. Looking back he sees Jay feeling for his own wallet at the same time holding the wallet he had lifted off Coward.

Their eyes glistened with a sparkle as they met across the pavement. A smile lifted on each others face as each saw something in the other that they had both longed and yearned for.

Two criminal minds had met, and this day was surely going to remembered as the day two people became a megalomaniac partnership which would rock the poker world to its core.

But before any of that happened there are a number of shorter stories which happened earlier on...

2 – The Depravity

After meeting, Coward Federer and Jay Guitar spent the next few days getting to know each other intimately, only occasionally taking breath to speak amid their lust fuelled sexual escapades.

So engrossed were they in depravity that they had failed to notice that they were being watched. When Coward had managed to look up, his vision blurry from the ecstatic orgasms Jay repeatedly provided, he saw a bearded man sitting in the corner of the room. With his blurry vision he said confusingly “Jesus...?”

A shake of the head and his eyes focus. No, not Jesus, but a man called Triss who simply used his Jesus lookalike status to misdirect people into believing he had any moral conviction.

Triss sat on a padded hotel chair in the corner. He was missing his trousers and underwear. They were folded neatly on the small coffee table in the middle of the room. Tissues littered the floor coming all the way up to his knees. He had been there for days pleasuring himself while watching the sordid sex acts provided.

Triss chuckled to himself. How had they not seen him sooner? Coward pondered to himself “What had this man been doing in the corner of the room?” Then, as he realised, a smile grew upon his face. He liked the look of Triss too. But Coward was a little slow and by the time he had come up with this conclusion Jay had already made his way over to Triss and they were amid a passionate embrace.

Coward felt left out and made his way over. Then as the menage a trois was in full passionate swing, with Coward manfully grasping around Triss to feel Jay's body as he entered Triss, their hotel room door opens... It was a weird looking man going by the name Rage Fist.

The hotel had mixed up his room key and inadvertently double booked the room, at least that's what this new visitor claimed. Secretly Rage had been staying in the hotel across the road and had been watching the entire week long sexual marathon through the window. He wanted to be part of this sexually explosive experience. To experience the touch of another man was always in the forefront of his thoughts, and multiple men... well that just meant multiple fun.

After paying the hotel clerk for a room key he had decided to just take his chances and just walk in. But before entering the room he had taken off his shirt and got down on the corridor floor. There he did pressups for 30 seconds to activate the very few muscles he had.

Upon walking in he was beckoned by the trio who barely looked up to see who it was. They didn't really care. All that mattered was more penis for Jay.

An hour later and the sexual proclivities had stopped. Triss and Rage lay spent but satisfied on the floor. Jay and Coward sat up and looked at each other. It was time. They high fived each other.

As Coward stood up, Triss tried taking Cowards penis in his mouth, not knowing what Coward was about to do. Raising his arm into the air Coward struck Triss on the head. Triss fell to the floor. Meanwhile Jay headbutted Rage who fell beside Triss. Each sat atop their victim punching them repeatedly in the face. Blood splattered onto their naked bodies.

Coward looked up to the ceiling in ecstasy, wiping a bloody red hand down his face and his other hand ran down his chest and stomach spearing the blood on himself. As Jay and Coward looked at each other once more they manfully grappled one another. Blood covered their naked bodies as they continued to have sexual relations on top the two dead bodies of Triss and Rage.

Once the euphoric killing and sexual deviancy was over they both lay on the floor next to the two bodies, Coward with an arm around Jay, who's head rested on Cowards chest.

“I never thought that would work” said Coward.

For this entire time Coward and Jay had a plan. After their fortuitous meeting in the street they had come up with the idea of luring in two sexually deviant characters with promise of naked pleasures. Once they were at their most vulnerable they would steal their wallets. A plan they would repeat many times over in the future. Why go out looking for people to steal from when you can get them to come to you?

Over the years Jay and Coward travelled the world in the guise of poker players with the sole intention of satisfying their depraved sexual need for both stealing and perverted blood sex.

3 – Getting Caught

On one such adventure they took a trip to Canada where they met a man called Saniel who was walking around naked but for a large maple leaf covering his private parts.

They watch and follow their perspective victim.

“Where's his wallet?” laughs Coward.

“Let's find out” replies Jay joyfully.

They held hands skipping happily a few metres behind Saniel following him to wherever he may go.

Saniel turned down an alley. Jay and Coward followed. They saw no Saniel. He had gone. They turned around. There stood Saniel.

“Are you following me aboot?” asked Saniel.

Jay and Coward looked at each other. They had been caught.

“Because if you are...” said Saniel as he whipped off his maple leaf with his right hand revealing his penis, while pointing with his left hand at a blue flashing neon sign on the wall which read 'The Blue Oyster Club'

“...then follow me” he proclaimed leaning back as he strutted his way into the bar.

Jay and Coward wondered what was going on. Had they met someone with the same sexual preferences as they themselves suffered from?

Slowly they crept inside the bar. As they drew nearer and nearer to the cheesy party music their anticipation grew and grew.

Pushing open the saloon doors, which remained the only obstacle to perhaps the best night of their lives, they enter to see men dancing with one another. Leather chaps with arses showing, naked bartenders, free rohypnol shots at the bar, this truly was their new home.

As they walk towards the bar a large man steps in front of Jay. Jay looks up at this towering individual.

“I'm sorry...” booms the bouncers voice “...but all transsexuals have to report to Mason Albrite”. Yes that's right, Jay had titties. He had them implanted on one of his earlier adventures and liked them so much he kept them. Coward liked them too.

“Report to Mason” said Coward. “Why does he have to do that?”

As he said this a man appears with a small book in his hand. “I'm Mason” he says. “And I mark everyone's breast implants out of ten and record them here in my Titty Book” as he holds up his little notebook.

Jay opens his marquee sized shirt and attempts to stick out his breasts and suck in his obese stomach, but after a second or two he lets go, almost pushing Mason to the floor with the recoil from his stomach. Mason continues to inspect Jays chest. “These are implants?” he says confusingly. “They seem more like giant man boobs”

“They cost me... well nothing really. I stole the money off some poker players, but who cares about poker players, right?”

Coward looks around. A poker game appears to be going on the corner of the room but no cards are currently being dealt. They are watching the two new people in the bar. The entire poker table stands up.

“Umm they do. It seems.” Coward says quietly, hoping this would go away.

The group of poker players all seem to recognise Coward and Jay.

“We heard you were in town” said Bill Tivey.

The group surround Coward and Jay who try to escape. They turn around but their way is blocked. The music stops.

“It was a joke” says Coward “We didn't really steal money from all the poker players.”

“Yeah, we invested it badly. We've got nothing left to show of it except maybe these” says Jay leaning forward a little jiggling his titties.

It gets darker and darker as the mob close in.

4 – Justice

Fast forward to the present day and no one knows what ever happened to Coward and Jay, except maybe those who frequent 'The Blue Oyster Bar'. For in that bar today a poker game still takes place.

And at this exact moment Saniel has been caught bluffing.

“No, no, nooo. I don't want to go in there” he says.

The punishment for being caught bluffing was not clear. All we know is that you are sent into a locked room with a caged door and any time someone is sent in all you hear are screams.

On this occasion Saniel was walking towards the cage, smiling. He knew he'd get caught bluffing. He liked the caged room. As the cage and door are both opened by Mason we get a rare glimpse inside.

Two men are bent over naked in stocks, arses in the air and blood running down their legs from the anus. As the door closes, Saniel walks in, his smile getting bigger and bigger as he unbuckles his belt. We see the heads of Jay and Coward moving as they shout and scream “No”, “No” and “Not again” to which Saniel replies “punishments a bitch” as the door is locked and the bolts swing across the cage door.

The End