Chest Piece For Men Novels & Stories

The leather, reinforced with steel threads and a helmet with neck protection, was so stiff that it was difficult to move about, which was probably why Bay had such problems getting his knife. But at the moment everything was OK, so no need to intervene - not yet.

In the process, additional furniture was broken, and some of the glass vases on the tall tables were smashed. Grabbing his clothing, the pro yanked Chasel's white Oxford shirt, tearing it open. His abalone buttons flew in all directions, bouncing across the floor. When everyone could see his defined chest and six-pack, they gasped. His “regulars” squealed happily like teenagers at a concert. Chasel wriggled out of his shirt. Obviously, it was a disadvantage to have it on, but as he did, it opened him up to attack.

His cheekbones were high and the obtuse angle of his jawline could cut through steel—both were peppered with a generous dusting of neatly trimmed hair. My eyes traveled down the thick column of his throat, noting the veins which lined the length and disappeared into a broad, muscular chest. The man wore a black silk shirt that clung to him like a second skin. The top few buttons were open, exposing his dark chest hairs, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, emphasizing the muscles defining his arms. I moved down south, finding him in pressed, black dress slacks and loafers. He was a perfectly proportionate man.

"Never button the bottom button. And never button the top of your shirt unless you're wearing a tie. It makes you look stiff." Her hand lingered on his chest for a split second longer than necessary. "Better," she said. Maxwell looked down at himself. "It feels good." "It should. This suit costs more than most cars." Cherry walked over to the shoe boxes. "Try these." Maxwell sat on the couch and slipped on the black leather dress shoes. They were comfortable immediately, no breaking in required. Cherry crouched down to check the fit. "How are they?" "Good."

She intended to turn him into a slick-haired, suit-and-tie-wearing, shopping-for-fucking-shoes pussy. Screw that. Just to be ornery, Chase dug out his big Man of Steel championship belt buckle and threaded it through the belt loops of his Wranglers. He’d considered leaving his cowboy hat in the room, but that too, was part of who he was, so on it went.

“Collins, what about this for him?” “It looks like something a grandfather would wear,” I said flatly. “Right! Since when did I have such terrible taste?” Chloe laughed, then nudged me. “Are you sure your heart is still in one piece? You’re acting strange today.” “I’m just trying to survive the season, Chloe.” “Single life is less of a headache, I’ll give you that.” Chloe checked a tag. “Do they have this in a Triple XL?” “We only carry up to Double XL in this cut,” the clerk said, stepping forward. “But this other style comes in Triple XL.”

The material of the shirt is thinner than his usual flannel, so I can see patterns of his chest hair underneath, more tattoos sneaking out over the neckline. He doesn't have a flat stomach or six-pack abs. Not like the girls in my dance school never stop talking about. No, he's got a big barrel chest that drops to a real man's waist. Thick but powerful. Sturdy. He's a tank with thighs to match and they're barely contained inside dark blue jeans.

"This is a typical pleasure dungeon. You don't need everything in here. This is for people into full bondage. All these things are available on our website if you want them. However, I only suggest one piece of furniture for you and two tools for now. Order a spanking bench, you will thank me." Gio frowned, "Why?" Cherry smiled. "It was more uses than just for spanking. Can I use your fiancé to show what I mean? I promise not to hurt her." She winked at Abi. "Well, unless she asks me too." Abi giggled and Gio nodded, so Cherry led his fiancé over to a strange contraption in the corner. It looked like a wide leather padded sawhorse, with one end higher than the other. One both sides were padd

He is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen, even if he is blue. He is wearing something that looks like a uniform with a dark grey button down shirt. On his chest pocket he has several badges. The trousers are black and the shirt is neatly stuffed in the waistline. On his hip I can see something that looks like a weapon, but it does not look like a weapon I have ever seen.

"Hi, Chad. Why are you here? Wow, you even brought two beautiful ladies!" A chubby man under five feet tall emerged. He was dressed in luxury, including a cool belt, crocodile leather shoes, and various limited-edition designer pieces.