1. Tyson

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TYSON

W e’re in the city of Dawsbury. The perfect pit stop for what I’ve got planned. As soon as the crew starts setting up the rides and tents, I slip away to make some calls.

My phone buzzes with messages from clients eager to restock their supplies. “Easy, fellas, I’ve got you covered,” I mutter. Twenty kilos are packed tightly in the Ferris Wheel trailer’s hidden compartment, and more are coming from our supplier on Friday. We’ll have more than enough to keep my clients happy.

I punch in the number for Jimmy Moretti, the boss running this city.

“Ty, my man!” Jimmy’s gruff voice booms through the phone. “You got my shipment all squared away?”

“I always come through for you, Jimmy.” I lean back against the trailer, keeping my voice low. “Twenty-five kilos, as we discussed. It should keep you and your crew satisfied for a while.”

Jimmy grunts in approval. “That’s what I like to hear. I’ll be there tonight after your show to discuss pickup. You know the drill—keep it on the down-low.”

“Goes without saying,” I assure him. “The carnival’s just a cover. You won’t have any issues on my end.”

As I disconnect the call, I can’t help but smirk. Jimmy may take over half the shipment, but the rest will keep my regular customers in this region nicely stocked. Guys like Tommy Valenti, Paulie Gambino, and Frank Scarpelli—rely on my steady supply to keep their operations running smoothly.

With that settled, it’s time for me to slip back into my other role—the ringleader of this traveling circus. I head for my trailer to get changed. Being the ringmaster isn’t just about putting on a show. It’s about keeping everyone in line. Making sure the rides run smoothly and the crowds are entertained. But right now, I need a damn break.

I step inside, locking the door behind me. A moment of peace before the chaos unfolds. That’s when I hear moans. Fucking Cade and his girl—the diner waitress he stole from Willow Creek.

I shouldn’t be surprised. They’ve been like rabbits since they met. But fuck, the sounds they’re making have my cock hardening. It’s been too long since I’ve had a decent lay. My balls are bluer than a Wookiee's ballsack.

I pace the confines of my trailer, running a hand through my hair. I need to find some action in this town, or I’ll lose my mind. The memory of the last woman I bedded, a curvy blonde, flashes in my mind. But that was weeks ago, and my body craves release.

I yank open a drawer, grab a bottle of whiskey, and take a long swig. The burn soothes my restless thoughts momentarily. But the sounds of Cade and Lily’s passionate fucking filter through the wall, mocking my pent-up desires.

I take another swig of whiskey, reveling in the burn as it trails down my throat. My thoughts drift to the curvy blonde from a few weeks back. The memory of her soft, round ass and the feel of her full breasts against my palms stir something deep inside me.

My cock is throbbing now, demanding attention. With a slight smirk, I pull it out, relishing the sensation of freedom. I wrap my fingers around it and start stroking slowly. My pierced cock glistens with a bead of pre-cum.

I angle my ear toward the wall, their rhythmic grunts and moans filling the room. It fuels my strokes, each one firmer and faster than the last. The pleasure builds, my breath quickening as I imagine the curvy blonde’s mouth wrapped around my cock, her tongue playing with the piercing.

My eyes drift shut as I lose myself in the fantasy. I can almost feel her soft lips trailing down my chest, her fingers gently scraping against the rough hair on my legs. As my strokes become more urgent, I adjust my stance, one hand against the wall for support.

Their pace quickens next door, the headboard banging against the wall. The sound of their passion fuels my desire. I imagine the blonde I’d fucked a month ago riding me, her full breasts bouncing with each movement, her fingers raking down my chest.

My free hand roams over my chest, tweaking a nipple as my hand moves in more frenzied movements. I bite my lip, not wanting to alert Cade that I’m jerking off while listening to them. Not that he’d mind. He’s fucked her in front of guys here while they jerked off. The piercings send sensations throughout my body, heightening the pleasure.

The sound of their fucking gets louder, their cries signaling their impending release. My strokes become more urgent, my body tensing as I feel myself reaching the brink.

As their voices peak in unison, my body convulses. I bite down hard, tasting the coppery tang of blood as I spill over my hand.

I lower myself to the ground, my body sated, yet my heart still pounding in my chest. I take a moment to catch my breath, the room now quiet as Cade and Lily likely lay sprawled and satisfied next door. The fucker should be working, but he never sticks to the rules. With a slight head shake, I chuckle, enjoying the post-orgasmic buzz.

“Well, hell,” I mutter, straightening up and tucking myself back into my pants.

I move to the kitchen and wash the evidence from my hand. “Might as well go put on a show.”

With a satisfied grin, I crack open the door, the sounds of the carnival outside filtering in. I step out, ready to join the fray and see if any new distractions or delights have arrived with our stay in this town. My eyes scan the crowd, eager for a fresh pursuit.

Walking toward the main tent, I straighten my jacket and plaster my most charming smile .

Here we go, showtime. I stride into the big top with an extra swagger, basking in the crowd’s roar. This is my domain, my kingdom.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” I boom into the microphone, my voice carrying over the excited murmurs. “Welcome to the greatest show on Earth!”

The crowd erupts in cheers and applause. I can feel the energy crackling in the air, a live current that only I can harness and control. With a sweeping gesture, I direct their attention to the center ring.

“Prepare to be amazed as we bring you feats of daring and displays of unparalleled talent!”

On cue, a spotlight cuts through the dimness, illuminating the graceful figure of a lithe acrobat ascending the silk ropes. It’s Nash, executing his routine with flawless precision, twisting and spinning high above the ground.

I pace the perimeter, playing the role of ringmaster to perfection. “Marvel at the artistry! The flexibility. The raw courage required to perform such gravity-defying stunts!”

The crowd is transfixed, oohing and ahhing in sync with Nash’s every move. He’s putting on a show, just like he trains to. Nash and Colt always start with a solo show, then bring in the big guns and do their ridiculously talented duo show, tossing each other up in the air on the trapeze.

Once Nash sticks the dismount, I whip the audience into another frenzy of applause. “Incredible! But that’s just the beginning, my friends! Hold onto your hats because you haven’t seen anything yet! ”

The rest of the show goes off without a hitch, and when it’s finished, the crowd’s roars are deafening as I take my final bow. These people live for the spectacle, the thrill of witnessing death-defying stunts right before their eyes.

And I love to give it to them.

As the tent empties, I go backstage to congratulate the crew. Nash is already there, grinning from ear to ear as he towels off the sweat glistening on his chiseled body.

“You were on fire out there tonight, man!” I clap him on the back, matching his infectious energy. “The crowd was eating out of the palm of your hand.”

Nash flexes his biceps with a cocky smirk. “What can I say? They just can’t get enough of this.”

I chuckle and shake my head. His talent matches his arrogance. “Don’t let it go to your head, pretty boy. We’ve got another show tomorrow night.”

I go to Colt, who’s methodically packing the rigging equipment. He’s focused, his brow furrowed in concentration as he coils the ropes with practiced efficiency.

“Colt, my man,” I say, clapping him on the shoulder. “Solid work out there tonight. Great show.”

He looks up, his steely gaze meeting mine. “Thanks, boss. Just doing my job.”

“Keep up the good work.” I turn and stride out of the main tent, still riding high on the rush of another successful show. The roar of the crowd, the electric atmosphere—it’s a feeling like no other, and I thrive on it. With a satisfied grin, I loosen my tie and roll my shoulders back, ready to slip into my other role for the night’s dealings.

That’s when I slam right into her.

The impact knocks the breath out of me, but not because of the force—no, the beauty standing before me leaves me stunned. Fiery red hair frames a heart-shaped face with delicate features and full, rosy lips. But her eyes ensnare me the most. Twin pools of emerald green pierce right through me.

“Well, hello there,” I drawl, recovering my composure with a grin. I take a step back, giving the woman an appreciative once-over. “Fancy running into you like this.”

She arches one perfectly sculpted eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by my attempt at charm. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she deadpans, sarcasm dripping from her words. “I’ll be more careful next time.”

Undeterred, I lean in closer, dropping my voice to a low rumble. “No need to apologize, baby girl. I’d run into you again any day.” I flash her my most disarming smile, which usually has women melting at my feet.

But this fiery vixen doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest. She regards me with an amused look as if I’m some pesky insect she could swat away without a second thought.

“You’ve got some nerve, don’t you?” She eyes me up and down with thinly veiled disdain. “Sorry, but I don’t go for the whole ‘carnie’ look.”

With that scathing remark, she brushes past me, the sway of her hips and the scent of her vanilla perfume lingering in her wake. She’s curvy in all the right places, and fuck, I love a curvy girl. For a moment, I’m rendered speechless—an incredibly rare occurrence.

As I watch her disappear into the crowd, I can’t help but feel a spark of intrigue ignite within me. This woman is different, immune to my usual tactics and unaffected by my charisma. And strangely, that only makes me want her more.

A slow, predatory grin spreads across my face.

You can run, baby girl, but you can’t hide from me. I’ll show you why you should be totally into the carnie look when you’re bouncing on my cock later.