| Author: | BJ Scott | ISBN: | 9781618450432 |
| Publisher: | Beau to Beau Books | Publication: | September 5, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | BJ Scott |
| ISBN: | 9781618450432 |
| Publisher: | Beau to Beau Books |
| Publication: | September 5, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Dr. Duke Marshall and his son throw the very best holiday party of the season, though no one who has ever attended chooses to make a return visit. The research scientist’s inventions are insanely ridiculous but nonetheless sexually stimulating. Dr. Marshall’s son is a genius according to his father who claims a different venture undertaken by the young man every year. Like every year, this year the Marshalls have received only one response to their holiday invitations. The father and son duo never seem to notice the lack of guests, however. Their focus is on showing their holiday guests the night they deserve, and no one knows how to throw a party like this deviant duo.
Excerpt:
Dr. Marshall opened the door and invited his associate, Dr. Conrad, and his son, Arthur, inside. “Dr. Conrad, glad you could make it.” Then he turned to the younger man. “Arthur, I’m Dr. Marshall and this is my son, Bart.”
Bart’s gaze went directly to where it always did. He stared shamelessly at Arthur’s crotch. He reached out as if to grab it and Arthur stepped back.
“Hey, man, what are you doing?”
“I was just going to shake your hand.”
“Oh.” Arthur shook Bart’s hand and gave him a quick once over.
Dr. Conrad looked like a candy cane dipped in three different layers of fudge to the sexual deviant, Dr. Duke Marshall. He had wanted his new associate for two months now and he fantasized about him.
******
“Damn, Conrad, I was a sure bet to win. But fair is fair. You get to pick your prize.”
Bart laughed his chortling laugh, and the two guests looked questioningly at each other.
“What prize would that be, Duke?”
Dr. Marshall walked slowly around the table and stood in front of his guest. He slid his hands along the man’s hips and upward to the thick hair that adorned his head. Then he leaned in and whispered.
Dr. Duke Marshall and his son throw the very best holiday party of the season, though no one who has ever attended chooses to make a return visit. The research scientist’s inventions are insanely ridiculous but nonetheless sexually stimulating. Dr. Marshall’s son is a genius according to his father who claims a different venture undertaken by the young man every year. Like every year, this year the Marshalls have received only one response to their holiday invitations. The father and son duo never seem to notice the lack of guests, however. Their focus is on showing their holiday guests the night they deserve, and no one knows how to throw a party like this deviant duo.
Excerpt:
Dr. Marshall opened the door and invited his associate, Dr. Conrad, and his son, Arthur, inside. “Dr. Conrad, glad you could make it.” Then he turned to the younger man. “Arthur, I’m Dr. Marshall and this is my son, Bart.”
Bart’s gaze went directly to where it always did. He stared shamelessly at Arthur’s crotch. He reached out as if to grab it and Arthur stepped back.
“Hey, man, what are you doing?”
“I was just going to shake your hand.”
“Oh.” Arthur shook Bart’s hand and gave him a quick once over.
Dr. Conrad looked like a candy cane dipped in three different layers of fudge to the sexual deviant, Dr. Duke Marshall. He had wanted his new associate for two months now and he fantasized about him.
******
“Damn, Conrad, I was a sure bet to win. But fair is fair. You get to pick your prize.”
Bart laughed his chortling laugh, and the two guests looked questioningly at each other.
“What prize would that be, Duke?”
Dr. Marshall walked slowly around the table and stood in front of his guest. He slid his hands along the man’s hips and upward to the thick hair that adorned his head. Then he leaned in and whispered.
