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One needs only to tune in his television set during “prime time” on any night of the week to witness a seemingly endless barrage of violence. That many people in our society are fascinated by violence — whether the result of our increasingly safe and “civilized” world, or the vestiges of primitive instinct, or some other compulsion scientists have yet to discover — seems a fact of life. While most people are content to dissipate their desire to hurt or be hurt through the vicarious medium of TV, some seek a more direct course of action.
Wade Matthews is a young man who is fascinated by violence and possessed of an overwhelming urge to be dominated. His need to play the part of the masochist becomes so strong that he leaves the man he loves and sinks into a twilight world of debauchery and degradation, a world which eventually erupts into a holocaust of unbridled violence. Fortunately for Wade, the damage done is not irreversible, and he eventually returns to his lover, a sadder but wiser man. But how many others are not so lucky?
Wade Matthews’ story poses to all of us the question of violence’s place in our society. It is a question we can all afford to ignore.
Fucking Rick was exciting, if not always comfortable, and it was an experience different from any other young Wade Matthews had ever known. He reached down and rubbed the crotch of his Levi’s, which bulged with his excitement, as he hurried home. Just the thought of Rick — big, handsome, athletic Rick — was enough to give Wade a hard-on.
On the other hand, the thought of losing Rick was enough to make that hard-on subside. He told himself that he wasn’t going to think about it anymore. It only brought depression and served to remind him of his insecurity, it certainly did no good.
It was best, Wade decided, to spend more time concentrating on his rock-hard cock. Everyone would be better off that way, he told himself as he reached down and squeezed his prick again.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.