ext_12415 (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
alinewrites.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
crack_van2007-12-23 10:53 pm
alinewrites.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2007-12-23 10:53 pm
Entry tags:
Well hung, by Shimere (NC-17; BDSM)
Fandom: Drake's venture
Pairing: Francis/Thomas (reincarnation fic)
Author on lj:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shimere277
Author's website: index of fics here!
Why this should be read: Oooooh. This is hotter than hot. And tough. And there is leather and whips. You know nothing about the gay bikers' subculture in the 50'? You'll know everything here, and especially that SM here is not a joke. No safe words. That being said, the fic describes the meeting of one dom and his sub (guess who's who?) and their recognition. It will also leave you breathless with the powerful images the author manages to conjure and the beautiful descriptions of this very special environment.
The Pirates arrived after ten on a Saturday night, looking for trouble. Frank parked his hog and the rest of the gang followed him into the Torpedo Lounge, by reputation the toughest biker bar in town. Dressed head to toe in leather, Frank was cruising. He wanted someone who liked it as rough as he did, but all the best boys in his gang were spoken for. He wasn’t looking for anyone special; Frank hadn’t yet seen the bottom he’d want to put his collar on. He just played, and played hard.
He’d risen to the top of the leather world quickly after his stint in the Navy. He was willing to play any scene, take any dare, and he learned quickly. He was disciplined, he was strong, he had the right look for a top. Nobody messed with him, and if they did, they were sorry. Frank was tough as the studs on his jacket.
Mmmmm. Yes. Enter the Torpedo lounge!
Pairing: Francis/Thomas (reincarnation fic)
Author on lj:
shimere277Author's website: index of fics here!
Why this should be read: Oooooh. This is hotter than hot. And tough. And there is leather and whips. You know nothing about the gay bikers' subculture in the 50'? You'll know everything here, and especially that SM here is not a joke. No safe words. That being said, the fic describes the meeting of one dom and his sub (guess who's who?) and their recognition. It will also leave you breathless with the powerful images the author manages to conjure and the beautiful descriptions of this very special environment.
The Pirates arrived after ten on a Saturday night, looking for trouble. Frank parked his hog and the rest of the gang followed him into the Torpedo Lounge, by reputation the toughest biker bar in town. Dressed head to toe in leather, Frank was cruising. He wanted someone who liked it as rough as he did, but all the best boys in his gang were spoken for. He wasn’t looking for anyone special; Frank hadn’t yet seen the bottom he’d want to put his collar on. He just played, and played hard.
He’d risen to the top of the leather world quickly after his stint in the Navy. He was willing to play any scene, take any dare, and he learned quickly. He was disciplined, he was strong, he had the right look for a top. Nobody messed with him, and if they did, they were sorry. Frank was tough as the studs on his jacket.
Mmmmm. Yes. Enter the Torpedo lounge!