Ride Me

Copyright © Jambrea Jo Jones 2014. All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing. "What the hell?" I stopped inside the doorway of the warehouse. I was supposed to be helping out for the fundraiser Dark Encounters was throwing, but I had no idea it would be this extravagant. I should have known Trevor Keaton, the owner, would spare no expense. It was decked out like a fair or their very own sex carnival. I didn't know where to rest my eyes first. There was every game imaginable, but with a sexual twist. Smack dab in the middle of the room was a sex carousel—the carriages were the same I'd seen at an amusement park before, but they had cuffs attached to them. A few people were already buckled in for the ride with their partner of choice whipping, sucking or fucking them. But that wasn't the best thing about the ride. People were strapped to the stationary horses. Well, draped over them. One of the men had a ball gag in his mouth with an expression of awe on his face as his master used a crop on his back and ass. And even that was tame compared to the horses that went up and down. Someone had created a chair with a hole cut out of the bottom and welded it on top of a pole. Underneath that a fuck machine moved up and down. Oh, god, I wanted to try it. Around the edges of the big open space there was every kind of booth I could possibly think of and some even beyond my imagination. I knew I wanted to explore, but I was running late and had no idea where I was supposed to go—maybe I could check it out on my break. I was drooling just thinking about it. One of those horses had to have my name on it. I didn't have a Sir—not that there hadn't been offers—but I had my eye on one man. The door clicked shut behind me as I stumbled forward. More people were coming. The ticket counter, where people checked in, was right by the front entrance. My friend Eli manned the booth and the only thing he wore was a pair of leather shorts with his chained collar—good thing it was warm in here. There were special passes for the patrons of Dark Encounters so only they could get into the building. If they didn't have the card, one of the bouncers by the door would escort them out. Mr Keaton wouldn't want to get the event shut down, which was a good thing because I didn't fancy spending the night in jail.