A Wild Ride

Someone said to Nick Johnson, ÒThere is no difference between a cock and a clit. It is just a matter of size.Ó Well to a straight guy thereÕs a big difference. And Nick Johnson was as straight as it gets. He had so many girls in college, he couldnÕt return for the second semester. Nick was down on his luck. He was alone in a great big world and couldnÕt begin to get ahead. He had no job, no future and no family to help him out.His nights were spent on the internet, reading porn and watching videos of women dominating men. He constantly dreamed of serving a beautiful dominatrix, scantily dressed in sexy black leather, wielding a cruel whip.Quite often he had heard that things on the internet are not as they appear. He was so na•ve by thinking, ÒThat canÕt happen to me.ÓAfter answering an ad on CraigÕs list for a night of Òfun with ropes, whips and paddles,Ó he learned how deceptive people can be. He quickly realized that he was wrong. It could happen to him.I guess Òfun with whips and paddlesÓ is an oxymoron. The words fun and whips sort of contradict each other, especially when the person using the whip in a devout sadist. ThereÕs nothing fun about a brutal flogging. ThereÕs nothing fun about having a cattle prod held to your testicles while youÕre hanging by your wrists from the ceiling. There is nothing fun when a straight, heterosexual male is forced to suck a cock rather than eat a pussy. NickÕs journey through life just goes from bad to worse. Every turn seems to be down an even rougher road. From drug dealers and pimps to sadistic killers and leather doms, he experiences it all. He is forced to endure more than anyone would ever think possible, yet he somehow seems to persevere.