Razors M.C. Zero to 100 mph #2
Thirty-Six

Eight weeks later

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“Haven’t seen Frost all morning. Where’s the cunt hiding, I’ve got tradies needing supplies”, asked Beetle.

“Ease up. I ordered him to seek out some intervention. Been shuffling around like an old man for months, about time he fixed that bung leg”.

“Great! This place is finally underway ... just poor timin’ is all”, muttered Beetle, knowing his president was right. His friend deserved some reprieve from the ache he suffered so regularly.

Knew deep down it affected him getting laid, heard the whispers inside the club. Lazy slags complainin’ about being on top all the time.

Beetle set them straight, right out the fucking door.

Permanently!

Since Timbers funeral, Razors had a long, waiting list for sheila’s and some blokes not adverse to blokes, wanting to come and visit on open nights held every fourth Saturday. Seems the press did them a favor, and their sales at the bar. Sonya found herself acting as phone secretary to the Secretary who was still learning the ropes.

Poor Spanner, spent half his time out back pissing and half the time pulling his hair out in frustration.

Stone was a hard task master!

The men’s lavatories weren’t getting any improvements done till the sex club was finished. Stone’s way of letting everyone know, what’s said in church never got repeated, same went for talk inside the club’s walls. Anyone who talked about talk that shouldn’t be talked about unless told otherwise would find themselves inside his office having a talk!

Bastion had been hanging around like a fly stuck in ointment, he was thrilled rooms were coming along so quickly.

What he was most excited about were Ryn’s ideas coming to fruition. He’d heard, had it described but he wanted to see for himself. If Stone was being honest, he wanted to see first hand as well.

Hearing his S.A.A pissing himself, laughing at Beetles expense all those weeks back wasn’t enough.

If Kamryn's designs held a grown man, maybe his Méudail could be held captive too. In the garage!

Ninja had set up her workshop out the back of Beetles farm house. She’d gone on a thorough tour after the funeral and was surprised, even though that would be a kind way of putting it, shocked would be more accurate.

The place needed a lot, a LOT of work.

The land was pristine, absolutely stunning. There was a descent stretch of water which divided the property, Beetle had started building an arched bridge that stretched both sides at the widest juncture of the creek, he figured the challenge was a good place to start with his building skills.

Her domain was next on his to do list, no point rushing what a lifetime together could create.

Urghh!

She managed to create barn door brackets, beam brackets, a stairwell frame but had no doors, no beams and no steps as yet, something he promised he’d make. Hence, she was currently finishing off the first of three magnetic rooms.

Although it was nearly completed it was still in its raw stage, the painting was the last finishing touch, and the accessories.

Wire mesh was attached to a back wall, a small improvement to the solid wall she’d had back at her parent’s place. That wall and the floor could be magnetised!

Kamryn tried to explain that if a cable or plastic coated wire was clipped to the mesh when it was live, it would transmit a pulsing sensation the other end, hence stimulating any place on one’s body the other so desired, complete and utter control.

Another wall had retractable ball eye links that protruded at different heights according to the user’s preferences, just a little more added control or punishment! Ryn had explained.

‘Great for hand cuffs’, Kamryn had told Stone. ‘Or rope, chains, scarves’. He merely raised his brows; it was Bastion who was rendered speechless, which Frost didn’t like one bit.

Fucktard still tormented Bastion at every opportunity, abreast still his all-time favorite.

The floor was sheeted metal, coil heated, so bare feet wouldn’t get cold however magnets still worked wherever the user chose to capture their prey. Cost a fortune but was worth it, ‘so worth it’, Kam had said.

‘You have a wicked sense of play’, Beetle had said when talking about her creative designs.

The bed was the pièce de ré·sist·ance!

It was on coasters, weighed a tonne and was as solid as the oak doors at Razors M.C. Unbreakable, unshakable, unimaginable.

The frame had four miniature pulleys on all four handmade posts, the artwork was incredible. Kamryn’s best pieces to date.

At the foot of the bed was a simple switch, bringing the bed to life. Attach any live current wire and the receiver would be stimulated beyond comprehension.

Kam had made a spiked underlay, blunt but effective. You could lie and not have a shaft pierce your body, but it was meant to be uncomfortable, until your experience became too exhilarating.

Kinky much!

The mattress was above the frame, it lowered on a different electric pulley system, two minutes tops and it was ready for fornicating. Covering the spikes, creating a sumptuous, orgasmic alternative to the less feint hearted.

“You all ready to rock and roll”, yelled Kam. The echo inside the warehouse bringing everyone to a standstill. It wasn’t lunch time, but no one cared, they all came to see her imaginations come to life.

“Who’s the lucky customer?” she asked putting down her welding iron and protective face mask. “Brought my lucky charms”, she said dangling her handmade iron cuffs.

“Stone ya’ stiff prick”, tormented China.

Not wanting to look lame, but also not wanting to be prime beef he declined.

“Beetle should do the honors I think”, he said feeling a little hot under the collar for the first time in a long time.

“Gladly, if you all fuck off for half an hour and leave me with my old lady”, he said walking up to Ryn.

Everyone laughed, a little nervously Kam thought which amused her.

“The rooms not sound proofed yet baby”, she cooed. “Still got an open roof!”

“I don’t intend to scream”, he whispered.

“You will”, she said locking his two wrists together.

“Confident much!” he exclaimed.

“You have no idea blue eyes”.

Kamryn pulled down a huge red handled lever bringing the room alive, the humm reminding everyone of its power.

Kam pushed Beetle like she did once before, but this time his arms were secured behind his back.

Clunk!

“As you can see I can slide the centre bolt up and down, left or right on the mesh but my captive is now my captive”, she said turning around and facing the shocked faces.

Bastions was euphoric, the mesmerized fool!

Stone chuckled for two reasons, he just escaped a very embarrassing moment and his V.P was in fact stuck to the wall. Dumb fuck tard!

“Is this where I pulldown your pants V.P?” asked Stone seriously.

“No, I do”, Kam said turning around and looking up at her man.

“You wouldn’t dare”, he said looking worried. “Baby, there’s a whole room full of men, I don’t want them eyeing off my junk”.

“Bast, men, my men”, Stone added forcefully, closing the door behind him when everyone left.

Ryn scratched her nails along the junk in his jeans, catching on the zipper.

“Seems to me I have some payback”, she said grabbing the small tab at the top of his zipper and pulling it down slowly.

“Don’t recall there being a tip in my favor”, Beetle said looking down at what Kamryn was now doing. Trying with all his might to free himself from the mesh wall, the low humm starting to fuck him off. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“If I recall, seven orgasms in one night, your mouth between my thighs, denying me your cock till the end, hmmm”, she said unbuttoning the worn gold button on his jeans, real slow.

“Needed to prove I wasn’t a one minute wonder Sweetling”, Beetle said sliding himself to the left. Kamryn merely following, walking slowly.

“Uh-Hmmm, I remember that too. If you recall, I said you were the best fuck I’d ever had prior to that. Isn’t that what your translator app told you?” she asked, loosening his jeans so they fell halfway down his thighs.

“Baby, there's over a dozen men out there”, Beetle said a little desperately.

“And those dozen are gonna wish they were you baby”, Ryn said massaging his balls inside his black boxers, kissing his sweat stained t-shirt in the centre of his chest.

Kamryn nuzzled his nipples with her nose and then looked up, “Breathe Beetle, you’re going to be here a while buddy”, she said slipping her hands inside his underwear and softly peeling out his cock.

“I swear to Budha, Ghandi and fucking Gengusssss... ” was all he managed when Ryn wrapped her mouth around him while his balls weighed heavily in the palm of her hand.

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