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Good Old Boy's Club [Part 1]

Date: 8/25/2015, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Discipline, Domination/submission, Gay, Male Domination, Reluctance, Romance, Spanking, Young, Author: . glitter bomb ., Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

and it appeared as though the stripped poles installed in each of the four corners weren’t in use. Rather, the five men sitting in the room had decided to make use of the large billiard table to play a game of pool. Oliver kept his head down and headed straight for the wet bar in the very back, hoping to avoid any awkward eye contact with Jack Woodford. So that was his name. Jack. “Bourbon, neat,” an overweight blonde man said without looking up. “Right away, sir,” Oliver said in the most charming voice he could manage. “Oliver, get him a drink and then come join us,” a familiar voice said, and the back of Oliver’s neck prickled. He set up behind the bar and tried not to look up, but Jack’s presence was like a magnet; sure enough, those dark blue eyes were observing him quietly. Oliver tried to give himself an escape plan. “I’m actually not allowed to join the guests during their events,” he said, silently congratulating himself on his professional tone. Jack leaned back in his chair and exhaled blue smoke. “You are now. I just bought the place.” There was an obliging smatter of laughter from the group, all of whom seemed to look up to Jack as their leader. Stunned, Oliver fixed the bourbon and brought it over. Jack’s broad, handsome features were almost smug, as though he’d cleverly whipped the rug out from beneath Oliver’s fumbling feet. “Hope you’re not firing me, then,” Oliver replied, and sat down hesitantly on one of the plush velvet backed chairs. “Of course not. Are ... you any good at pool?” Jack asked, almost innocently. Oliver cleared his throat. “Not really. I didn’t get the chance for much practice growing up.” “We’ll have to teach you,” Jack said, and there was another, vaguely threatening smatter of laughter from the gathering. It was like being a lamb sitting at a table full of wolves. Oliver felt a flare of courage fire low in his abdomen—or was that just arousal from the way Jack was looking at him? “I’m better at poker, actually,” he said in his sweetest tone. “Oh- hoh !” the pudgy blonde man laughed. “Poker! Jack’s fantastic at poker. Harold lost his wedding ring to him one time, didn’cha Harold?” Harold, a gaunt, bald man dressed entirely in black, nodded somberly. Jack’s beautiful blue eyes narrowed, and he set his pool cue down on the table. “Poker it is.” Oliver fixed himself a beer and took a sip. The night passed in a blur. Oddly enough he didn’t drink much, but everything happened so quickly it made him feel lightheaded. They played poker for a good hour or two, and true to his word, Jack was a fantastic poker player. Before too long all of them were broke and Jack was in a rather good mood, sipping his whiskey as though it would be outlawed tomorrow. The men swapped stories of slutty secretaries, paranoid wives, thieving nannies and bratty children—they were all obviously disgustingly wealthy with little time to spend their vast hoard of money, due to their packed schedules. Oliver got the feeling that poker nights like ...