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Ropes, Gags, and Jockstraps: Volume Two
Ropes, Gags, and Jockstraps: Volume Two
Ropes, Gags, and Jockstraps: Volume Two
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Ropes, Gags, and Jockstraps - the M4M erotic anthology from “The King of Gay Bondage Erotica," Keegan Kennedy. Volume Two contains three published works.
In The Away Game, after losing the playoffs, baseball jocks, Brock and Davey, share a motel room after their disappointing away game. Little does Davey know that Brock has always wanted a little brother and has his eye on him for that role. With the help of a 12 pack of beer, Brock subdues young Davey, ties him up and teaches him how to please his new big brother.
In The Pizza Boy Always Rings Twice, Hunter Jordan is a dominant top, who is seeking a submissive bottom. After a blind date turns into a hideous surprise, Hunter returns home very frustrated and begins to kill a 12 pack of beer. After ordering a pizza, Hunter decides to turn his search for a bottom toward the pizza delivery boy, who has been checking out his package for the last two years.
In Dude, the Coach Wants To See You, after a poor performance in a wrestling exhibition, high school wrestler, Rob Hill, gets called into the coach's office. Power top, Coach Murdock wants far more from young Rob than just an apology.

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Release dateMar 19, 2018
ISBN9781370818594
Ropes, Gags, and Jockstraps: Volume Two
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Keegan Kennedy

Originally hailing from Mississippi, Keegan Kennedy is a writer based out of Memphis, TN. He's a self-described, ‘aging, former sex symbol’ with a kinky imagination. Keegan is fascinated with the natural power exchanges between dominant and submissive males, and his stories reflect that fascination. The fantasies that he shares are full of adventure, peril, bondage, and a dry wit. And he has a knack for uncovering love and romance in the darkest of places. With a tendency toward the melodramatic, he does more than arouse or excite the reader - he engages them.Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. Author of eBook Number Ones: The Substitute Wife, Magnificent Pretense, Captivated, Ganymede 4, West Texas Rivalry, Taken, The Christmas Bottom, The Party Favor, Stupid Jocks Make the Best Submissives, College Endowment, Who Wears the Pants in the Family?, Saving Drake McKenzie, Heisting Hogan, Half Past Midnight, Crossroads, and Man of the House.

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    Ropes, Gags, and Jockstraps - Keegan Kennedy

    Ropes, Gags, and Jockstraps

    Volume Two

    A Keegan Kennedy Anthology

    By Keegan Kennedy

    Published by Kennedy-Empire Media

    Copyright 2012, 2018

    Smashwords Edition

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    Table of Contents

    The Away Game

    The Pizza Boy Always Rings Twice

    Dude, the Coach Wants To See You

    Other Titles from Keegan Kennedy

    About the Author

    The Away Game

    Original Publication Date:

    March 29, 2012

    We lost to the Mississippi State Bulldogs by one point – we were officially out of the playoffs.

    With baseball season now over, the team boarded the old bus with our heads down and our hopes dashed. The fourteen-hour trip back home was going to be a lot more subdued than the high-energy trip from Austin to Starkville had been. The game had been a nail-biter. It had gone back and forth so many times that it was like we all had whiplash.

    As soon as the bus pulled out of Starkville, it started to rain and it didn’t stop. Mississippi State was so bootleg that they didn’t even have guest locker rooms for us to change out and shower, so we had to board the bus in our dirty baseball gear. Because of the rain, the windows on the rickety bus were up. Although the a/c was running full blast, it didn’t make a dent in the humid and sticky heat generated by the forty downtrodden and sweaty guys from my team, who had just played in the 95-degree heat. The air was stale and it smelled like used jockstraps and ripe socks.

    Of course, I was used to the smell. I’d been on many buses and in many locker rooms over the years, but today the strong odors were almost unbearable.

    This was the end of my freshman year of college, and losing the very first game of the playoffs was not the way that I’d pictured my semester ending. I had seen us going all the way to the College World Series, but that wasn’t going to be the case. From the sullen vibes on the bus, I knew I wasn’t the only one bitterly disappointed.

    As we continued down the forest-lined highway on the old bus, the rain didn’t let up. In fact, it got much worse. So Coach decided that we’d spend the night in some fleabag motel on the side of Interstate 20 just west of Jackson, Mississippi.

    I was paired off with Brock Harrison to share a room, and we were given our keys. He opened the door and let me walk in first.

    Looking around, I frowned. The room contained a single, twin-sized bed, a ratty comforter, an old TV, and floral-print curtains straight from the 1970s.

    First class, I muttered sarcastically.

    Not much room to spread out. He was looking at the bed. Looks like I’ll be spooning ya tonight, Davey, Brock smirked.

    Yeah, man, a dream come true for me, I shot back with a laugh.

    Brock Harrison was nineteen—a year older than me. I didn’t know a lot about him, but he’d always seemed pretty cool. I knew he was a damn good second baseman. I also knew that he’d been awarded a baseball scholarship and that he came from some small town in Oklahoma. He’d dated this airhead sorority chick, but they’d broken in it off a few weeks back. And that was about the extent of my knowledge of Brock Harrison.

    Physically, we were opposites. Brock was tall, standing at six, three while I was a stout at five, eight. He had chestnut brown eyes and a brown flattop. He had biceps bigger than baseballs, shredded triceps, powerful legs, a massive, rock-hard chest, and abs you could grate cheese on. Brock had huge hands and feet—his kicks looked to be about size fourteen or so. Brock had a square jaw and a thick nose that must’ve been broken sometime in the past. He’d either been in a fight or had taken a baseball to the face—an occupational hazard.

    On the other hand, my blonde hair was thick and wavy, hanging over my blue eyes. I was muscular myself but had much smaller features and a mostly smooth body. Although I was eighteen, I looked a lot younger.

    After putting my bags down, I scanned the room. You see a remote, man?

    Brock looked around for a second. Nope. Looks like we’ll have to get up and change the channels manually.

    This room sucks, I scowled as I turned on the TV.

    No shit.

    Letting out an annoyed grunt, I found ESPN on the tube.

    It just so happened that the score of the game we’d lost was floating across the newsfeed on the lower portion of the screen along with other national college scores. It was like an extra kick in the gut.

    I sighed and plopped down on the bed.

    Hey, Davey, ya want some beer? Maybe we can catch a buzz and chill after this shitty day.

    Well, yeah, but where are we gonna get it?

    "I saw a beat-up old gas

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