Country Boys

If there is one thing that Clay Clawson hates, it’s work.  He will do anything and promise anything to anyone who is willing to do his work for him and so far he has gotten away with it.  When one of his many admirers threatens to let his little secret be known, Clay finds himself in very unfamiliar yet erotic territory. 

Excerpt:
When Clay cruised the bars where the university students hung out, he was kind and courteous and offered the young men a chance to make easy money.  “I’m Clay Clawson,” he would say, with great emphasis on his last name.  He would very quickly have several young men clamoring to meet him.  “It’s good to meet you, Mr. Clawson,” they would say, and Clay would smile his sweetest smile.  With the amount of money his father had pumped into the university and the number of jobs that Clawson Farms had provided its students, Clay could offer the students a fraction of what his father gave him, and they would gladly do his work for him.  Clawson Farms was too big for him to ever get caught in his deceptive web.  His father never checked up on him.  “Well, my good man, come to Clawson Farms next weekend and report to Mr. Turner.  He will see that you get everything you need.”  After these well rehearsed lines, Clay would leave the university scene and head on over to the more seamy side of the city. 

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Clay left the bar and made the long drive back to Clawson Farms.  He couldn’t sleep no matter what he did so he wandered down the hill toward the old barn that was never used anymore.  He walked into the old barn and had to fight his way through cobwebs and spider webs.  After getting past the webs guarding the door, he went further into the barn.  It was dark and he could barely see.  He turned and was met by a light shining in his eyes.  Clay squinted.  The light was blinding him.  “Who is it?  Who is in here?”