Product Description

What evils await the tortured he-men in Jasper's five stories? Just imagine what it's like to be one man alone, stripped naked, bound in chains and completely at the mercy of ravenous and sadistic females. Gangs of them! Whether a medieval dungeon or modern-day medical office, the old American West or the wilds of Africa, Jasper's heroes are fully prepared..

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #212892 in Books
• Published on: 2007-11-01
• Released on: 2007-11-19
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Paperback
• 171 pages

About the Author
Two books so far, both featuring men who know how to take whatever punishments the women care to dish out. It's pure fiction, but you can hear me tell several audio stories of my own adventures. The mp3's are on my nephew's web site, Jardonn's Erotic Tales.com and free to hear.

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“What’s all the excitement?” “They’ve captured Davidius. Everyone’s going to the castle to see him brought before the queen.” The haggard woman dropped her sickle. “Does this mean the end of the revolt?” “Their army was scattered by a surprise attack last night. Supposedly they were betrayed by a woman in their own camp. Glauken and some of his men escaped, but no one knows to where.” The woman grabbed her daughter’s shoulders. “Does Davidius know where they are, Celeas?” “I’m sure that’s what the queen wants to know.” “Then we must go to see it it’s true. Glauken is our last hope to end this reign of terror. Davidius must hold out until Glauken’s remaining army can attack.” Celeas and her mother left the wheat field where they had toiled all their lives and began the two-mile journey to the village. They arrived just in time to see Davidius being paraded amongst the throngs of people who had come to witness his capture. Displayed inside a metal cage, which sat atop a four-wheeled wooden cart towed by two draft horses, the prisoner’s wrists were locked into metal rings attached to a board six inches wide and four feet long. This board ran through metal hooks on the roof of the cage, leaving the man’s sandaled feet dangling a few inches from the floor of the cage. As he passed, the townspeople spit at him, threw food both fresh and spoiled at him, all as a way to show their support for the queen. Even those who secretly had backed the revolt now wanted the queen’s army to see their loyalty. “These people change horses easily,” the woman said to her daughter. Nearly in tears, Celeas noticed, “They’ve removed his shirt, but I see no marks other than what our cowardly friends have hurled upon him.” “They’re saving him for her. You know she wets her lips for revenge… and information.” “He’ll never tell,” blurted the daughter. “He and Glauken have been best of friends since childhood. Davidius will never betray him.” “You, Celeas, have also been his friend since you were children. Try not to think about what might happen to poor Davidius.” The parade ended with Davidius and cart reaching the drawbridge of the castle, where it crossed the moat into an open-air courtyard within the castle walls. As the drawbridge was raised, servants unhitched horses and six of them pulled the cart inside the enclosed court of Queen Miscreantia, whereupon her throne she sat, waiting. “Present him to me,” boomed she.