The Central Mountains Republic, part 19
by Joe Rathbone
ENOUGH EXPLORATION! SUNN RETREATS AFTER RELEASING A MALE SLAVE

Sunn hesitated at the entrance of the
dirt road. He wanted to ignore it. But
curiosity simply had too firm a hold on
this cat!

Cautiously, he entered the dirt trail.
With the cheery light of morning
spilling down with yellow-greens and
gold through the trees arching overhead,
it streamed down to the forest floor in
rays made visible by the light, misty
fog of morning. Sunn was not too afraid
in this delightful setting, but plenty
cautious! Pedaling not to fast, the road
wound around, sometimes ascending,
sometimes descending. Twisting and
turning, passing a precipitous cliff or
two, the road went on for quite a ways.
It seemed to be roughly following the
contour of the mountain, thereby
remaining at the same general altitude.
Finally, up ahead, he could see
plentiful sunlight filtering in while
yet away from any cliffs or natural
clearings, indicating a possible "human-
made" clearing.

Sunn approached cautiously. A log cabin
drew into view. He was startled at the
sudden sight of a man that approached
the road from the yard. But something
was holding him back...

The man, a T-2K Race, had a gorgeous
physique of seven foot four inch at some
330 pounds. But around his waist was a
wide leather belt or band of some kind.
It was some eight inches wide. Sunn
thought that was an unsightly garment.
But it was the only thing he was
wearing. His penis hung free. Then,
another man appeared. He TOO had the
same kind of leather belt around his
waist. Like the other, he was nude other
than the belt. Then a third man
appeared, dressed the same way! Then a
fourth, and a fifth! All of them,
possessing gorgeous physiques, were all
over seven feet tall and over 300
pounds. All of them had lean, hard
muscles, well ripped. All were nude
except for the waist bands. Then Sunn
noticed something he had not noticed
before. Behind each man was a chain!

Sunn could see that they were not going
to come charging after him, so he
started to get out. Dressed in a tini
blue thong bikini, he felt like he was
dressed too "pretty". The five men were
stark naked except for their dark, ugly,
brownish-black leather waist bands.
Cautiously, Sunn exited his pedal-car.
As he came out, he heard one of them
call to him, "You better leave!" Sunn
picked up the pedal-car and pointed it
OUTWARD, for in case he had to make a
fast escape.

He approached the five men. It soon
became apparent why they were all the
same distance from the cabin in the
back-ground! Each man's waist-band had
a chain attached to the back-side! The
back-side of the waist-bands were
strapped together, with a chain
attached! A lock kept the waist-bands
from being taken off by their wearers!
The bottom line is, THESE FIVE MEN
WERE... WERE... THEY WERE CHAINED UP to
a post just outside the front door of
the cabin, like so many ANIMALS!!

As Sunn approached, he could see they
were essentially non-violent, and
concerned for Sunn's freedom. One of the
men said, "You better leave now, or she
will enslave you too! She just left for
the fields with two of.. us! With two
men that she will make work in the
fields with her. It was their turn to
work in the fields today."

Sunn heard another one say, "What are
you, a Beta Race, doing out here
anyway?" Sunn quickly made up a story,
"I am from the Federal Government, doing
research on the state of affairs in the
country-side. You say 'enslaved', what
do you mean, are you her prisoners?"
Sunn asked.

One of the men said, "NO! Pay no
attention to that guy! She gives us a
home and treats us well, not to mention,
she is one hell of babe! Do you know
that she can fuck with all seven of us
in a few hour period and STILL want for
more? Why don't you join us, your
worries will be over!"
"You fool!" another man started up,
"Don't you see we have no freedom!? Look
at us, chained up to a post like
beasts."
The other replied, "Well, even WITHOUT
the chain, I'd stay! No worrying about
jobs, houses, not to mention lots of
hot, high energy SEX! Mmmm, mmmm,
MMMMM!! That ALONE would make me stay!"
The one who keeps warning Sunn said,
"But you mentioned not having to go to
a job, well, what do you think SHE makes
us do? Play!?"
The other that enjoys his captivity
replied, "What I meant about jobs is NOT
the WORK itself; I DO NOT MIND WORKING!
It's the searching for jobs, the keeping
of jobs, the on-the-job politics, the
hassles... THAT'S what I don't like. I
like this simple life style of working
in the fields or around here."
"Well, good for you! But it's not for
me! I want out!"

Sunn spoke up loudly, to be heard over
their arguing, "You mean to tell me you
all are kept as slaves?"
"YES" said the one who wanted to leave.
"NO!" said the one who likes it. "I stay
willingly. She only chains me up for she
has no way of telling if I will try to
run, like HIM!" he pointed at the one
who wanted to leave.

Sunn looked around him, and began to
notice for the first time, how neat and
pretty the premises were, much more so
than other "log cabin estates" he has
seen so far. There were beautiful flower
gardens, made up mostly of pansies and
geraniums, flowers noted for cold
heartiness. Beds of such flowers were
around the house and other spots in the
yard. The place really did have a lawn
of a soft, dark green grass, unusual for
a log-cabin in the country around here.
And everything was neat and tidy. Sunn
asked them about that, and indeed, the
flower-beds, the lawn and the over-all
tidiness was mostly their handi-work.

The seven men, five of whom were before
Sunn chained up, performed various
duties. They gardened, cooked, did
laundry, dishes and house cleaning. They
were given turns at work in the fields
during farming-duty-season. Some
repaired items that broke down.

But most importantly of all, the seven
of them stoked gobs and gobs of sex into
their Lady-Master's sex-furnace! The one
who liked his bondage under her said, "I
don't know where she puts it! All seven
of us can fuck her three to five times
each! Each of us in turn fucks her, then
after she's done all seven of us, and
the first of us has recovered, she goes
around again! There has been times she
has fucked literally from sun-down to
sun-up!"

"She's a sadistic pervert!" exclaimed
the one who wanted out. He addressed
Sunn, "If you ARE a Government Officer,
put a stop to this! Arrest her!"

"SHUT UP, DUMMY!" roared the one who
liked it here, and followed it up with
a solid punch in the face of the one who
wanted freedom.

A scuffle broke out as the others
separated those two.

Sunn hollered, "WAIT! WAIT A MINUTE!"
They separated those two and quieted to
hear what they believed to be an Officer
of the Federal Government had to say.
Sunn had to continue his lie. "I am not
that high-ranking an officer. I can not
make arrests, in fact, I don't even have
any weapons. I can only report. It looks
like to me only one of you dislikes your
captivity. Let me see a show of hands in
favor..."

An impromptu survey of hands showed that
of the five in front of Sunn, three
cherished living with her. A forth said
he enjoyed it but did not like the
chains, nor the whippings he had seen
inflicted on the man that DID NOT like
it. Apparently, that man who disliked
the captivity had been whipped a number
of times for disobedience and constantly
trying to escape and continual
protesting.

"That's not the half of it!" said the
one who did not like it. "She has put me
in a shed by my self, she has put me in
an underground chamber she has back
there, also by my self, she has whipped
me with leather whips until I bleed, she
has beaten me, drugged me, and
threatened me with surgical procedures
on my brain that will MAKE me obedient.
That Magistrate of this booby hatchery,
some woman referred to as Ma Beth, has
warned me like-wise. And that was three
years ago. There seems to be no escape
because THESE GUYS RAT ON ME! I've given
up. If you ARE from the Federal
Government, please report this!"

The one who liked slavery under that
woman demanded, "NO!! DON'T!! I don't
want the feds running around here
spoiling the life we have! I want it! I
would..."
"Okay, OKAY! Then just let ME go! What's
wrong with just letting ME go!? Then you
would not have to listen to my belly-
aching any more!"
"Sure! And after you get back, you'll
belly-ache to the police, and there goes
our peace!"
"I PROMISE NOT TO! And that would be
better than you guys who have reported
on ME plenty of times!"
"How can we beleive you!?"
"You have no choice! This officer here
could just go back right now and file a
report. But if you let me go with him,
I will not speak of this ever... if
that's really what you want!"
He turned to Sun, "Since you're a
government agent, you could order my
release. But if these guys want this,
let them have it. I can tell you where
the keys are for my chain, IF THESE GUYS
WILL LET YOU IN THE HOUSE TO GET IT!!
How about THAT deal, huh? Let this Fed
free me, and he and I will leave and
never report it! DEAL?"
"Well how 'bout Officer? You won't
report it, will you?"
Sunn said, "Our Government prides itself
in allowing freedom of choice. It seems
you have made your choice. Only this one
wants out. Let him go, and that will
legalize the situation... I'll have
NOTHING to report! You all have voted,
and have made your choice! So be it! My
only requirement is to let him go!"

Sunn enjoyed his "power", imagined
though it may have been! When he spoke,
they listened, and did!

"All right! Okay then! Let the Fed go in
there fellas. We'll just say Butch here
sneaked out a key and escaped!" Butch,
the one who did not like the captivity
and frantic with worry that his chance
at freedom might be jeopardized, warned,
"But HURRY! She's left for the fields,
but sometimes she comes back for various
reasons."

For Sunn, unfettered by any chain, it
was a simple matter of going in the
cabin, then going down a hatch-way and
through a length of underground tunnel.
The tunnel led to a chamber about the
size of a walk-in-closet where the keys
were. In addition, the chamber had
whips, hand-cuffs, stocks, and various
other human bondage items. The chains on
the men allowed them to go anywhere in
the house, but the length of the tunnel
to the chamber was just beyond the reach
of their chains.

All Sunn had to do is come back out and
unlock Butch's waist band. After
unlocking, the waist band fell to the
ground. Butch, now totally naked and
FREE, leaped with joy but was careful
not to shout! Their Master might hear
it!

Also, while Sunn had the keys, the one
who liked it here but not the chains
suggested, "Could you please unlock me
too? I am NOT going any where. When our
Master comes back, she will see me un-
fettered, yet still here. Maybe then she
will know I will stay willingly."

Reminded of something by what he said,
Sunn started up as he unlocked him,
"That reminds me of the story about the
young man with a bird in a cage. His
Father told him, 'open the cage, give
your bird-friend his freedom.' When he
opened the cage, the bird flew out and
around a bit, but came back and lit on
the young man's shoulder, true friends
for life! You see...."
"OKAY, OKAY!!! WE ALL KNOW THAT STORY!
LET'S GET OUT OF HERE! IF SHE SEES US,
YOU WILL GET THE BEATING OF YOUR LIFE
AND MAYBE EVEN THAT SURGERY! And ME TOO!
I've heard her say something about
wanting a 'cute Beta Guy' for her
'collection'!"
"Yeah-yeah-yeah! Okay! Let's scram!"
agreed Sunn.

Sunn hurriedly but carefully replaced
the keys in the chamber so as to look
undisturbed. Butch's pedal-car, a very
nice one, was in a barn out back just
waiting to be lifted down off a shelf,
jumped into and pedaled off!

And Butch wasted no time in doing just
that. Pedaling frantically, he was down
the drive-way and out of there in a
cloud of dust. Sunn hastily followed.



So, with a companion named Butch, Sunn
continued his return voyage back to the
Central Capital. Butch and Sunn would
have to share provisions. Butch had no
supplies at all, and was totally nude.
Butch said he would not need, and did
not want, Sunn's dehydrated provisions,
for he knew what to look for in the
forests to eat.

And talk about fire-side stories! After
five years of captivity, Butch had some
hellaciously juicy stories to tell.
Needless to say, it was nice to have a
companion while cooking and eating and
during the night. But butch had a
hellaciously juicy problem. It showed up
the first time when they stopped for
lunch.

Sunn pulled his pedal-car over as did
Butch, who was actually LEADING the way
in front of Sunn, for he knew the route
out. When butch came out, his penis was
outstretched to some 22 inches by a full
2 inches thick of steel erection! It
somewhat surprised Sunn. Of course he
knew it was a spontaneous erection, but
it was so unusually... severe! Butch
breathlessly said to Sunn, "Sorry about
this, I'll be right back!" Butch
desperately clamored through some
bushes, and with out trying at all to
hide it from Sunn, found a convenient
fallen log of the right height,
straddled it and proceeded to pump out
his urges with exceeding vigor! Sunn
thought, "Man! He and that Kathy should
get together!"

With his muscular butt flexing mightily,
shaking the entire log he was taking
this out on, Butch wailed and hollered
as orgasm tore through his body, only to
continue straight into a second and a
third orgasm! Finally, he had enough.
With his penis now limping down but
still large, Butch stumbled back, and
fell limp himself by the road side
sitting in the grass against a tree.
Panting heavily at first, he relaxed
down and nodded to slumber, his legs
spread somewhat. His penis never did go
completely soft or shrink back down. It
lolled heavily on the grass, some seven
inches of it, still "rubbery" hard.

Sunn thought that was unusual for a
simple spontaneous erection. But it
wasn't his place to be concerned about
it. Sunn prepared enough dehydrated
provisions for Butch and himself. After
15 minutes, Sunn woke him up.

Butch explained while eating, "She laced
my food with some concoction that makes
me intensely horny. Because of my desire
to escape, she knows my libido would be
reduced. What ever that stuff is, it's
powerful! I hope it wears off! She's
been feeding it to me for five years.
Even though deep inside, I intensely
dislike her for enslaving me all those
years, with this stuff in me, every time
I see her big, gorgeous body, and that
big, luscious cunt with its thick,
callused lips, I just got to have her.
And of course, that's what she wants.
While pedaling all this morning, I just
couldn't stop thinking of ramming my
cock deep into that luscious, precious
cunt, and pumping my brains out! And I
have, 'till I fainted! That stuff, that
drug what ever it is, COULDN'T be good
for me! And those other guys see to it
my meals ARE laced with it. They helped
her considerably in keeping me captive
and drugged with this stuff! They seem
to like serving her. Well, I say, let
them have it, but it's not for me!"

Not knowing what else to say, Sunn could
only nod his head in understanding
sympathy and mutter, "Good grief, such
a thing to go through!"

But wow, Sunn thought, a for-real "love-
potion"! This entire situation was
reminiscent to Sunn, of certain kinds of
"Sex-Game-Clubs" back in the United
States in its era. Sunn had heard of
them. A man, most likely a submissive
one, would join such a club to live with
a dominant woman, like a sort of master,
where he is the slave, particularly,
sex-slave. He may receive "pretend"
beatings or whippings for
"disobedience", but if the whippings
become too rough, he can utter an agreed
upon word to make her stop. But this
Butch just went through the REAL thing!
There was NO agreed upon word to stop
his particular master's whippings or
other punishments.

Butch wanted to hurry up and finish
lunch then get back to pedaling their
way out of here. After five years, he
wanted very much to see the Central
Capital again. Indeed Butch was having
problems with that potion that she kept
feeding him. By the time he finished
lunch and crawled back into his pedal-
car, 22 hard inches kept bumping into
things as he moved about. Sunn asked,
"Do you have to, uh.. you know.. relieve
yourself again before we start?" Butch
replied, "NO! I just want to get out of
here so bad... I'll just ignore it!" So
they pedaled off.



A couple hours later, with Sunn trailing
behind Butch, Sunn noticed Butch moving
unusually fast. Faster and faster he
went, until Sunn simply could not keep
up. "Golly! Boy, are these people
STRONG! But even a T-2K guy can't keep
up THIS pace for long, I wonder what he
is doing!"

After a few minutes of trying to keep up
with Butch's power surge, the "power-
surge" ran out. Sunn saw Butch's car
pull over to the side. Just as Sunn
pulled up behind him, he saw Butch get
out with a large, partially erected
penis dripping. "Darn thing just
ejaculated while I was pedaling! The
very act of pedaling arouses it! I sure
hope this stuff will wear off or the
Doctor can do something about it!" Butch
cleaned it up a bit, then re-entered the
pedal-car and continued traveling.

When they stopped for supper and camp
for the over-night, Butch had to
masturbate again. Finally, over supper,
Sunn was able to get some questions
answered.

"What about the other men?" Butch
answered, "Of the seven men she keeps,
five, including me, are from the Central
Capital. They were traveling, mostly on
vacation, 'getting away from it all'
like me. In all cases, they stopped at
her house for a place to stay, when she
'obliged' them, as she did me, to
stay... permanently! Two of the seven
men are from the local area, and accept
the captivity, and seemingly consider
such behavior from a woman as normal.
They have been slaves to that woman
since teen-age, over 20 years ago. The
most recent captured from the Central
Capital has been captive for two years.
The longest ago captured, excluding the
two natives to the area, began his
slavery 11 years ago!"

"What is SHE like?"
"Just a conceited, selfish, haughty,
domineering bitch! But a helluva sexy
one! She's seven feet and five inches at
340 pounds with blond hair and blue
eyes. She's well built and immensely
strong. She CAN be nice and sweet, but
if riled she can be exceedingly violent.
Man I found that out the hard... and
painful way! She threw me 20 feet once!
She's really brutally strong! And man
can she take in sex! She's never
satisfied!"
"How old is she?"
"Her Mother came for her 35th birthday
some months ago, and let her fuck with
some of her slaves as a birth-day
'gift'!"



After supper and their talk, just before
going to bed, Butch had to masturbate
again. Then he just fell to sleep beside
his pedal-car, on the grass under the
stars. Sunn woke him up after a while
assuming he would want to move to inside
his pedal-car. But his pedal-car did NOT
have a seat that could recline for
sleeping, like Sunn's. Butch said, "I
wouldn't like to sleep in a pedal-car
like you do anyways, especially in these
warm summer nights..."

Sunn thought to himself, "Warm? Forty
degrees is WARM?" Sunn offered Butch his
blanket, or sleep in HIS pedal-car. But
Sunn's pedal-car was too small for
Butch! Just as well. The offer was just
for politeness. Sunn hoped he would not
take it up. He did not want to end up
sleeping outside! But no need to worry,
Butch said he did not need any of those.
He said the "cool grass felt good" and
he liked the openness.

So Butch just went back to sleep next to
his pedal-car, buck-naked and no blanket
at all, under the stars in about 48
degrees! WOW! thought Sunn to himself as
he snuggled under his blanket, inside
his pedal-car, dressed (sort of) in a
thong all nice and warm and protected,
"Talk about TOUGH! He must wash his face
with cockle-burs! And I'm supposed to be
Native American and able to sleep out in
the wilderness. Boy, this guy sure seems
to have taken THAT act away from me,
that's for sure!"



Through the night, Butch's only problem
seemed to be his over-active penis!
Several times, Sunn was awakened by the
sound of loud moaning and out and out
wailing as orgasm of masturbation blew
violently through Butch. Butch slept
between his pedal-car and the side of
the road, on the grass. When awaken by
intense horniness, he would merely roll
over to the road itself and thrash his
urges out on the pavement! In the light
of the next morning, the pavement had
several joining puddles of his profuse
ejaculations! Get this guy a WOMAN...
make that TEN of them! thought Sunn to
himself.



So the two of them journeyed all day and
finally arrived just on the outer side
of "The Wall", of mountains that is,
surrounding the plateau of the Central
Capital. The next morning, after the
final climb came the most welcome sight!
There, stretching endlessly out before
and below them, lay the rolling plains
of the plateau-country. Far away in the
bluish distance, was the tell-tale sky-
scraper sky-line of the Central Capital!
That CMR Tower could just be seen, even
from way out here!

"OH! MAN! At LAST!!" Butch exclaimed.
"OH! And I CAN'T WAIT to fuck and fuck
and fuck and fuck AND FUCK as many of
those beautifully soulful, sensuous,
slinky, sensational, SEXY CENTRAL
CAPITAL WOMEN that I can stick my cock
into! OOOHHHH!" Butch continued with
hips undulating, his penis hardening out
to 22 thick, throbbing inches even as he
spoke, over looking the grandiose
scenery!

After a break and snacking on the over-
look, the two continued on, descending
this last mountain before the Central
Capital. Once on the rolling country-
side of the plateau country, they could
pedal with greater ease, no more tough,
endless climbs or dangerous descents.

During the break for lunch, they pulled
off to the side of the road in an area
of forests. They had already passed some
farm fields. As usual, Butch had to find
something to masturbate on.

During lunch, Butch said, "I notice
we've been passing farms; I can't help
but wonder if there are any cunts to
fuck living around them! Oh, I can't
stand this! This stuff does not seem to
be wearing off! When I get a job again,
I won't be able to concentrate!"

Sunn did not like the term, "any cunts
to fuck", thinking it was disrespectful
toward women. He replied, "You mean,
'any WOMEN to have sex with'? Well,
anyway, a Doctor might know an antidote
to that horniness drug that's effecting
you. What is your career or line of work
anyway?"

Butch replied, "Masseur, a professional
Masseur. I massage peoples' muscles
after which I recommend they drink lots
and lots of water. It's important to get
a massage treatment at least twice a
year if not weekly. It dislodges and
flushes out poisons lodged in the
muscles. But gosh, the way I am now, one
look at a woman, say, a woman customer,
and my penis heads straight for her
pussy! I gotta get rid of this drug...
perhaps a massage on myself might
help... too bad one can not effectively
massage one's self. You wouldn't happen
to be a Masseur, would you?" Sunn
replied, "No, I'm afraid not."
"Oh well," Butch concluded, "I guess
I'll have to deal with it when we get to
The City."



After they continued traveling for a
while, the farm fields they were passing
increased in number and size. About mid-
late afternoon, fourish o-clock, they
encountered two big, hulking, totally
nude farm women, walking along the road
with hoes over their broad, well muscled
shoulders. Typical T-2K Race types, they
were over seven feet tall and over 300
pounds of fit, shapely muscle. They were
walking the same direction Sunn and
Butch were traveling. Butch sprinted way
ahead of Sunn, then came to a screeching
stop in front of them a ways, raising
considerable dust.

In the usual Central Mountains Republic
Woman way, both of these gals had
excellent posture, stood proud and
straight, and even had an air of
defiance about them. Never sluty,
despite their nude or near nude habits,
these gals, like their T-2K Race
sisters, walked slow and stately.
Bouncing ever so slightly with their
walk, their huge, strong breasts,
jutting out ahead of the rest of their
bodies, lead the way! Their breasts seem
to keep a wary vigil ahead with
unblinking nipple-eyes for their owners
who, gabbing away, seem to pay no
attention to the road ahead. And always,
there was that smile, often an impish
one, on their bright faces. 

The two women probably wondered what the
fuss was about with that pedal-car
screaching to a stop ahead of them,
until they saw a big, muscular hunk of
a man with 22 throbbing inches of penis
attached clamor out, and come towards
them! Sunn thought, Wow, back in the
U.S.A., of the past era, a man acting
like this would scare a woman to pieces,
and he'd be hauled away! Butch,
practically begging, said, "Can I fuck
ya!? Please, I haven't fucked in
weeks!!" One of the women stepped
Forward quickly and opened her arms in
a gesture of open acceptance, smiling
sweetly, and said simply, "Fuck away
guy! My cunt's yours!"

And that is all there was to it. No
introductions, no getting acquainted at
all. They became acquainted with each
other's genitals before anything else!
Butch plowed his huge rod of flesh DEEP
in her body, and began thrusting
violently. And these tough, sex-hungry
women of the Central Mountains Republic
can take everything their men can give!
She thoroughly enjoyed Butch's hard-
driving thrusts so deep in her body! The
only problem was her friend, as she kept
pulling at Butch to do her that way too!
But she did not have cause to worry, for
there was plenty of Butch to go around
for both of them! He took turns
furiously drilling out BOTH their
vaginas, bringing himself and both gals
to many burning orgasms.....



Sunn figured he may as well go on ahead
and leave Butch to their road-side, all-
out sex orgy. Sunn had to pass right by
their blustery sex-making as he
continued on, by himself. Also notable
was the way they sexed away right in the
open, road-side, for all passing to see.
There were very few pedal-cars passing
by way out here, but if one did, they
would of course see the "show"!

It was late that summer evening, maybe
eightish o-clock, when a pedal-car came
zooming past Sunn's pedal-car. It was
none other than Butch's! Sunn pushed
hard to catch up and stay behind this
excellent source of draft, so he too
could more quickly return to the Central
Capital.

Finally, after dark, they reached the
first neighborhoods of the Central
Capital. They proceeded into the
downtown areas where Sunn's and Py Nae
Kot's apartment was, and where Butch
knew he would meet up with "those
beautifully soulful, sensuous, slinky,
sensational, SEXY CENTRAL CAPITAL
WOMEN"!

Every day, after dark, under the street-
lamp lit world of the Central Capital
nights, the City Women wander the
streets of downtown looking for a good
time, mostly in the form of hot sex with
guys, any guy, as long as he has a rock
penis and lots of "loose juice!" And
they would certainly find one in Butch!

Indeed, there came three nice big ones
right now! Typical of Central Capital
Women at night, giggling, giddy, topless
of course dressed in brief thong or g-
string bikinis, or maybe those luscious
split teeny-skirts, they were coming
across a park-field straight towards
Butch! Their normally lovely skin-tone
glowed even more dramatically under the
amber light of the sodium-vapor street-
lamps.

The last Sunn saw of Butch was as he
clamored out of his hap-hazardly parked
pedal-car, buck naked with 22 throbbing
inches of penis raring to bury itself
deep in any vagina, and across the field
to meet the three female "night-sharks",
"genitally", of course!