Straight Guy Tricked Novels & Stories

He was nothing but a cup of spilled, spoiled milk. I hated that I’d fallen for it, though. I was angry at myself for falling for his tricks. His ruse. Not seeing through the wolfish grin long enough to latch onto his plan. His ultimate plan to destroy me. His ultimate plan to play the best trick this fucking high school had ever seen. Fucking around with the school charity case before exposing her to be like every other girl who wanted to ride Clint Clarke’s cock. It was genius. And simple. And I’d fallen for all of it.

The masked stranger kept his arm lightly around my waist, steadying me. Marcus stepped forward. “Lilah, get away from him right now.” The stranger spoke calmly, his voice low and controlled. “The lady seems upset. Maybe you should check on your wife instead of raising your voice.” The tension between the two men grew thick and dangerous. Marcus looked ready to throw a punch. Several security guards appeared, clearly sensing trouble. They stepped between the men, urging everyone to calm down. As the guards tried to diffuse the situation, the stranger leaned down slightly and slipped something small and stiff into my hand. A business card. He gave my fingers a gentle squeeze before letting go.

Butcher hadn’t had anyone challenge his strength in a long time, and this man was doing it so effortlessly. Nah! He would break the proud facade of this mysterious man in a suit, no matter what! Butcher went all out, swinging his calloused fists with full force, adding even more impact to his attacks—yet nothing landed. He looked like a fool, dancing with no music. Who the hell was this guy?! Even the audience was stunned—except for Mason, who sat with his heart in his mouth. A loud, frustrated groan escaped Butcher’s lips, his fists tightening. Then, suddenly, an idea struck him—a trick none of his previous opponents had ever been able to escape.

He was preparing to force him to leave a will, but what shocked him was that the figure lying on the sickbed was not his father, but a straw man. A note on the straw man's face read: ‘Fool! It's you who's been played!’ Micah realized the situation was dire. He had fallen for the trap! He was furious and cursed vehemently. He tore off the paper from the straw man's face, tore it haphazardly, and stomped it under his feet. He then frantically pulled the trigger at the straw man! Bang! Bang! Bang! Several gunshots were fired in succession, and cotton and straw flew everywhere!

In my state, I was more prey than hunter, and I had to make sure I hit the highway before night fell. Was someone clapping? Was I beginning to hallucinate? “Bravo,” I heard from the front. My eyesfekt heavy and I atruggled to see who was ahead of me. “See, I told you he was hiding, you owe me a thousand bucks.” My lips quivered. “You, you tricked me,” I collapsed at the feet of the two brothers. Sick grins stretched across their faces. “Yes. You are a predictable whiny rat and I knew exactly what you would do,” Xiomar squatted. “Unfortunately, you have pissed me off, and I don't think you would be useful to me again.”

"Then there was last week, this one guy got tricked into buying fake vodka. The ad claimed it was genuine, but the poor bloke discovered that it was all fake. He got so upset he called the cops, but not only did they fail to arrest the scammer, they even seized his warehouse. Even now, he's been locked up and the lawyers are saying they can't even bail him out, and he will soon be sentenced." "And just years ago, there was this fool who tried to pass off an alum as ice, thinking that addicts wouldn't call the cops even if they realized they were tricked. But the geezer he conned was so upset he called the cops on the fool, and he ended up arresting himself. So tell me, what can you do about

"Babe, I screwed up. I don't know what came over me. I won two thousand at the start. Then it just kept going the wrong way until everything was gone. "Hit me. I deserve it." He grabbed my hand and tried to swing it at his own face. I pulled it back. Justin was not a gambler. He would play a casual hand or two with the guys he ran the cart with. None of those games went past lunch money. You don't lose thirty thousand dollars in a single night without help. He had been set up. "Get up." I dragged him to his feet. "Idiot. They set you up."

I’m sure he dislocated his pride. The flustered young man jumps up, dusts off his trousers, and then playfully punches his friend on the shoulder, trying to hide the slight dent in his overbearing ego. “Punk!” He gets hammered with the square lady’s handbag, and shielding his head with his arms, the duo makes a gawky attempt to escape. They get sucked into the meandering crowd of chaotic travelers, chunky lady in hot pursuit, leaving me straight in the viewpoint of her scanty boyfriend.

Two guys trick women into sex by staging a movie. Enjoy ****************** Prologue Mark and Stuart sat in big plush chairs in their new apartment watching a particularly racy Stacey Valentine p**n movie. The two best friends had just graduated from High School and moved out of home into their first apartment. The opening sex scene of the movie had just reached it's climax, with the male actor pulling his cock out from her cunt and then jerking it in her face, splashing Stacey's lovely features with cum.

The brown tux was as handsome and young as Cass looked and tipsy as she slipped and he caught her in his arms. A classic trick that always get them boys every time, it was a known tactic like leaving a handkerchief for a gentleman to fetch it for you and it was easy as pie to her and the guy was kind enough to cath her fall, a real dime a gold nugget in the face of the earth in which no one has dared venture through and got out alive. To scared to know if the man was authentic and genuine and not just an asshole acting like a gentleman