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Fantasy Night

Fantasy Night Mmmm as I get ready for our play night I buzz with anticipation, tonight I will be taking my slave boy into a fantasy of his, and I cannot wait to feed and feel his pleasure. It’s almost time to begin, the bench is all set up, I just need to take out the butt plug options and my paracord. I told my slave to be outside the door in nothing but his collar waiting for me to come get him. There, all set. On my way to the door I run a hand across the cool smooth surface of the bench, enjoying the flashing images of our night to come. I open the door and there he is, waiting just where I expected. “Are you ready to have some fun?” I say as I run my hand from shoulder to shoulder across his chest ending with the ring of his collar tight inside by finger. “Yes Sir” is all he’ll say, but I can see that the anticipation of our night is buzzing inside him as well. Delicious. Let’s play.

I lead him into the room by the collar, guiding him to stand at the foot of the bench. Releasing the collar I motion for him to mount the bench. Once he is settled I tighten the bondage straps, caressing and tickling as I go, just enough to quicken the buzz between us. I finish with shackling his collar to the frame of the bench, have to make sure that mouth is exactly where I want it. I turn to grab the blindfold, headphones, vape pen and ball gag. Fuck that is going to look so hot in that mouth. I heat up the vape pen as I turn back around, when it’s ready I slip it into his lips and he takes a smooth, long pull. Next I show him the 3 plugs I’ve picked out and while he chooses I take a quick hit of my own. Mmmm good choice I think as he first hands me the one he wants, then the other two. I lean in and confirm our safe words with him. When I know he is ready I coo, “Alright I think you’ve seen and heard enough” and slip the blindfold over his eyes and the headphones over his ears. I lay the plug on his back and return the pen and the extras to the table. Time for the lube and the cord, but first that mouth. Crouching down I place the ball to his lips and he willingly accepts it, letting out a low moan as I buckle it into place. Once it’s secured I give him a little slap on each cheek, the energy is beginning to crackle around me now, I hope he feels it too.

With my hand I work my way down his back, rubbing and caressing him to feed the hunger growing inside us both. I come around to full behind him and deliver two quick slaps to each cheek, he squirms just enough that I know it was good. I come in close, pushing against his ass hard enough for him to feel my excitement. I lean in planting kisses down his spine, lower and lower until my lips and tongue find that sweet spot that makes his toes curl and breath catch. My hands roam his thighs in every direction, I finish an up stroke before heading around to his stiffening cock. Slowly I stroke, squeeze and tickle him, building the sensations as I go. As I unravel my cord he flexes his hips to let off some energy and I think oh just you wait, you’re getting exactly what you deserve tonight. I loop the cord under his balls, crossing the lines as I go, not to tight, just enough to add a squeezing sensation when he flexes. I crisscross his shaft right up the the crown, leaving the running end of the string hanging down from each side. After giving the head a little flick I collect the two strands and wrap each around the outside of the bench legs heading for his toes, it’s time for a bit of a predicament. Pulling the cord lightly taught I secure each line to his big toes so now when he curls those toes his cock will get a nice squeeze. I give each cheek a hard spank and then tickle both feet relentlessly. He moans with pleasure as he pushes and strains against the cord around his cock.

After some time II place both hands on his back and together our breathing slows, taking in the energy I feel zipping around him now. I slide the plug down his back before reaching for the lube. With the plug all ready I begin a rhythm; push, relax, push, relax. As I pulse away I reach down and give the base of his cock a squeeze with finger and thumb, steady at first and then tight. I work my way up his shaft, at the moment I squeeze the tip I plunge the plug in to place, holding it and his tip firmly as he lights up with pleasure.

I step back to admire my bound slave boy, fuck he is hot like this. Glancing at the time I see I have about 10 minutes until the main event starts, perfect. I grab my thuddy suede flogger off the rack, whistling it through the air a few times to get the weight of it. I let the tails fall messily across my boy’s back and he jumps a little at the new sensation. As the tails slide off one side I bring them back up for another fall across his back. The third time I drag the tails straight off his back down his slightly pinking ass. Down come the tails again, this time with a little force, across his cheeks, first left then right. I let him absorb this for a breath and then two more, breath, two more. Breath. I rub my hand across his warm skin and his body responds immediately, those toes curl, his cock flexes and a moan drips from his lips. A moment later I continue, two more, breath, two more, breath. I teach his body the rhythm and he gives every inch back to me, fuck I need to get these jeans off. After a final round I let the tails flop across his back and caress every inch of his ass and cock, soaking up the buzz that is flitting across his skin. I work my way up to his head, slip the headphones off and play with his hair, his ears and neck. I whisper that I need to grab some water for us and I’ll be right back.

When I get into the hallway I take a moment to breathe, that was one hell of a warm up. Entering the living room I see that the main event is right on time. Four heads turn as I walk in, hungry looks in their eyes, two were early and heard the flogging, I can tell by their playful smirks. I make sure everyone is ready and understands their role before turning to lead them back to my sweet slave, all trussed up, waiting for me and my glasses of water. I know he must have heard some voices while I was gone and I’m sure his mind has been racing. I lead the guys over to the bench, taking my place at his head. We all set our hands on him and press the weight of our five bodies into him, now he knows we’re all here for for our piece of him. His body tenses and a low excited murmur spills around the gag.

As the guys strip down I massage his neck and shoulders and then up and down the length of his spine. Heavy, hungry hands work his back into a purr as Number one steps up. I slide down again and my hand barely slows as I pluck the plug from him, drawing a quick moan as he flexes into the bondage. I continue to work his purring spine as One slips a finger into my boy’s ass, holding it there as my boy contracts around the feeling. I have told One I want him to start with long slow thrusts and as he pushes in for the first time I push down on my boy’s back, stretching him around the sensation of being filled. One and I keep this rhythm of pushing and pulling together, on and on as we bring my boy higher and higher. I pull deep with my finger tips up his back one last time before taking my hands away and One knows he is free to set his own pace. As one works my boy over I crouch down and nip my boy’s ear to get his attention. Roughly I whisper “I brought them all here for you my little slut, told them I’d have you tightly bound and at our mercy.” He moans his pleasure as One pounds away. I glance under the table, the sight of his cock, fully engorged and pushing against the constraints is so hot I reach into my pocket for my phone and start snapping a few memories. I watch as he flexes in time with One’s thrusts and I know he’s going to explode at any moment. I decide he has had enough, I grab a squirt of lube and work my wet fingers up and down his shaft. He explodes. His sweet release comes pouring out in a whirl of moans and flexing as I continue to torture his shaft, milking each drop from him. One has stilled, my boy’s Orgasm must have tipped him over the edge as well. I dip under the bench and suck the last drop off of the tip, slowly circling with my tongue. The sound of soft, heavy moaning finds my ears as I work his fried nerve endings with my warm tongue.

Standing over him, bound to the bench, he looks a little drunk as the waves of pleasure continue to roll around his body. Number 2 is watching, both me and my boy, eager for his turn. As he comes over I lean into my boy’s ear and whisper “We are going to fuck you hard, again and again, your ass is theirs for the taking my little slut.” I bite his ear, harder this time as Two slams home his first thrust. Two stills at the deepest point, letting my slave absorb the shock. As Two finds his rhythm I walk over to grab another surprise. Hefting the 2x4 I let it flop across my boy’s back. I hold it in pace as I slip two coils of rope off the rack. With the board in place I get it tied down on his back anchored to the bench. Then one at a time I bind his arms to the 2x4, opening him up wide, ratcheting up the energy created in the dance of vulnerability and trust. I take a moment to watch Two have his way with my boy, the slapping of skin on skin, my boy’s toe’s flexing and cock squeezing all send waves of energy through my body, further tightening these damn jeans. Two is alternating from hard and fast thrusts, to measured, even strokes. He reaches around and plays with my boy’s nipples at first, and then gently palming his cock, encouraging it to rise again. It’s taking a lot to not rush in and take my turn right this moment. Two has reached out to the 2x4 for leverage and is really giving it to my boy’s ass, must be close. My boy is moaning louder and louder through his gag, And there’s that mouth, full and still hungry for more. I’ll feed you soon I think to myself, entranced for a moment as the orgasm rips through Two and comes out with a low growl. He slows his pace for a few more and then comes to rest deep inside. Both are breathing heavy as Two slips out, leaving my boy ready and waiting for Number three.

Three is hot and ready after watching the first two take their pleasure from my boy. As he walks up he gives my slut two quick spanks, breath, two more, breath. He was paying close attention to the flogging earlier, good I think. The effect on our slut is immediate, his entire body stiffens as the impacts vibrate across his skin. After a few rounds Three is more than ready, taking hold of his cock he eases just the tip in and out of my boy’s ass, bringing it fully out and in with each stroke. I see a flicker of movement from under the bench and my boy’s dick is coming back to life, beginning to strain against the ropes. As Three teases our slut I can’t wait any longer, off go my jeans and underwear, my cock freed it flexes in response to my need to take my piece of this moment, of my boy. Three has gone all in by now and is pushing a punishing pace, in with a slam and then a slow drag almost back out, over and over and over again. I take hold of my slut’s hair, lifting his head up and undoing the gag. I knew from the start his mouth would be mine. Still holding his hair I guide my cock to his lips, he takes me into his mouth greedily. I pull his hair back as I slide out of his throat, fuck that felt good. Again I guide him by his hair up and down my shaft. Once I feel him take the rhythm I release his hair and tightly grip the 2x4 with both hands as I feel the growing tension edging me closer and closer to my release. Three looks like he’s about to lose himself in the moment as well. I watch as his pace picks up, he grips tightly down onto my boy’s hips as he finds his release. Caught up in the energy I cum with him, we both moan as we pour our seed deep into his ass and mouth in the same moment. The three of us are panting heavy now, my boy has been pushed near his limi so I decide to check in. “Have you had enough yet?” I ask. “No Sir” he says in a heavy breath. He is such a good boy. His cock flexes in agreement. .

It’s time for Number four then, the big one. I was glad that he agreed to go last, that monster is going to take my boy over the edge one more time for us. Four steps up and let’s his monster drop between my boy’s cheeks, slowly sliding up and back down to give my boy a sense of how big this cock really is. I notice One walking towards me and my boy, he is up an ready again and I realize with a grin where he is headed. That sexy mouth I just got done using is just too alluring to resist. As I step out of the way I see Four has lubed up two fingers and is using them to tease and stretch my boy’s waiting ass. As he works his way in and out he reaches down to massage and tug on his huge cock as it stiffens even further. I look into Four’s eyes and his hunger is obvious, he grabs the lube and works it down his length, grabs firmly around the base and plunges the first half slowly into my boy’s ass. My boy’s hands clench, toes curl and a loud moan escapes his lips. Four pulls back a little before pushing his full length as deep as it will go. An even louder cry comes from my boy in response to the full thrust of Four. One grabs my boy’s head with both hands and slips his cock into the waiting and hungry mouth positioned before him. One and four plunge away matching each other’s pace. Holy shit, he must be fly so high in sub-space right now. I move in close just to put my hands on his back, to feed off of the energy pouring from his body as the two men give him everything they have to offer. One finds his release first, his hips flex as he fills that dirty mouth with cum. My boy’s head falls as One pulls out, a mixture of cum and saliva drip from his mouth to the floor. Hard proof that he is floating, mind blissfully blown, deep in sub-space. I turn my attention to Four as I begin to caress and massage my boy’s back, I know there must be some purr left in there. As his back responds with quick, light spasms I move down his leg. Four is pumping away, ass flexing each time he reaches his deepest point. I reach around to give the tightly bound cock I find light squeezes, starting with just the head, getting firmer and broader as I go. This pulls a rhythmic moaning cry from my boy, rolling in time with Four’s thrusts. I crouch down and find both of my boy’s feet, I pull on each toe before raking up the center with the back of my nails. Immediately his toes flex and his moaning gains in intensity. I continue to torture tickle his feet as Four picks up the pace. It takes less time than I expected for my boy to spasm out of control, his release tears out of him, detonating over every inch of his body in wave after wave. During his rolling spasms Four is pulled loudly over the edge, he slows his pace as the overstimulation jerks through his body. As he pulls out my boy goes limp, his heavy, even breathing the only movement. I gently unravel the rope from his toes and cock. The pleasing torture of it is so, so sweet. After undoing the bondage from his legs I continue massaging my way up to the 2x4. I quickly release his arms and back, lifting the board off and setting it aside. My boy takes a deep, satisfied breath. We are all slightly entranced, the rumble of deep, even breathing is the only sound in the room. I move in and drape myself across his back, matching his breathing as our connection hums and glows around us. The guys join us, massaging and caressing both of our bodies, energy passing through the group like lightning. What a night.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 6 years

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The Kids Are Alright- Part 3

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,708

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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You and the Winchesters were on Lisa’s porch when Dean rang the doorbell. You held your breath, scared of what you might find behind it. The porch light turned on and the door opened, revealing Lisa who stared at the three of you in confusion.

“Dean, Sam… Y/N, what are you doing here?” Lisa asked but Dean cut her off, barging inside. You sighed and looked at Sam before walking in behind him.

“I was thinking about Ben's birthday. I didn't even bring him a present.” Dean said.

“That’s okay,” Lisa said, confused as to why you three were here, barging into her home. If you three were strangers, she would have called the police by now.

“No. No, no, I feel terrible, so, uh... Here. Take a long weekend, just the two of you. It’s on me.” Dean said, pulling out a credit card and handing it to her.

“What?” Lisa said, confused.

“What?” You said at the same time as her.

“Yeah, I hear Six Flags is great this time of year. Go now. Avoid the traffic.” Dean said with a tight smile. Lisa took the card and looked at it, reading the name on it. You knew it wouldn’t say ‘Dean Winchester’.

“Siegfried Houdini. Whose card is this?” Lisa asked.

“Mine,” Dean said but you knew Lisa was having a hard time believing him. “Never mind that. It’ll work, I promise.”

“You should leave. All of you.” Lisa said, trying to hand Dean back his card.

“Mommy, what’s wrong?” Ben said, coming down the stairs. You gasped and reached out to grab onto whatever you could find which was Sam’s sleeve. You were hit with a wave of ‘supernatural juice’, knowing that something was wrong with Ben. You knew he was captured, that this wasn’t Ben.

“Nothing, Ben, it’s cool,” Dean said, looking at him. You nudged Dean and he looked at you, widening your eyes and nodding slightly. He had to know that this wasn’t Ben. He seemed to understand the signal you were sending him because he became more aware.

“Are you okay?” Lisa asked, seeing how you weren’t looking too good.

“Yeah, Lisa, I’m fine.” You said, looking at Ben who stared at you. He must know you knew about him.

“Make them go away, mommy,” Ben said in a toneless manner.

“You heard him, all of you, get out,” Lisa said.

“Lisa... I don't think that’s a good idea.” You said. You didn’t like being here in the first place but this is her son, Dean’s son, that you were dealing with. You couldn’t walk away from that.

“Get out!!” Lisa yelled, pushing everyone outside. She slammed the door when the last person was out and you sighed. You looked around and saw Lisa through a window, sitting on the couch with a book and Ben just staring at her while she read.

You noticed red marks on the window sill and you moved away from the boys, sneaking up to her window, making sure not to get caught.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Dean said in a hushed tone.

“Hold on.” You whispered back, creeping to the window sill. You came face to face with the red stuff you found on the other woman’s house and touched it, frowning when it didn’t smear on your hand like a liquid. It wasn’t blood. You put the stuff to your nose and smelled, knowing what it was and where it came from.

You nodded and rushed back to the brothers, looking at them.

“Look, that stuff we saw, it isn’t blood. It’s dirt and I know where we can find the same kind.” You said. Dean didn’t need anything more to go off since he trusted you. You and the brothers got into the car and before you knew it, you were right where you believed the children were.

Dean parked outside of a house that was still under construction. You saw a big pile of the same dirt you found that was on Lisa’s window sill. You sighed and got out, going to the pile of dirt, touching it to make sure.

“Yep, the same kind of dirt.” You confirmed, looking at the brothers.

“Alright, Y/N, come with me and Sam, keep a lookout,” Dean said, handing you the make-shift torch he made. You nodded and the three of you walked into the house, you and Dean going separate ways to find the basement where you knew the kids were being held.

You walked down some stairs and gasped when you saw a lot of cages, each holding a child. Your eyes landed on Ben and he looked terrified to be in there.

“Ben!” You said, knowing he didn’t know who you were.

“Ben... Ben... it's okay. We’re gonna get you out of here, okay?” Dean said, inspecting the lock on his cage. He nodded and looked at Dean. You bit your lip, noticing the way Dean looked at Ben and how Ben looked at Dean. You sighed and looked around, glad to see that the workers of the place left behind a few tools.

You picked up two crowbars and handed one to Dean, knowing what you had to do. You needed to break the locks. Dean was the one to break Ben’s lock, slamming the crowbar down and breaking it. The locks were a bit rusty which added to your favor. When Dean helped Ben out, Dean gave him a hug, a lasting one at that.

You sighed and watched Dean care for and protect his son. You knew that Dean couldn’t stick around and you knew it killed him. He wanted a family and you did as well, just not now. Dean wanted a sense of normalcy and you wanted to be the one to give it to him but you weren’t so sure anymore that you could do it.

“Come on, let’s go,” Dean said once he pulled away from Ben. You got into action and walked over to the other cages and started to break the locks, seeing the hopeful faces of the children.

“Come on.” You said, helping out the children once you got the cages open. Dean and Ben did the same, Dean breaking the locks and Ben helping out the children.

“Come on, girls! Come on! Keep moving, keep moving,” You said to the girls that were in the cage. Once all the children were out, you looked around for a way out of the basement. “Dean, the window!”

Dean looked and saw the window that was in the basement and it was higher than a normal window but there cans of paint around which you could use for leverage.

“Okay, everybody back! Everybody back! Cover your eyes!” Dean said, brushing away the debris from the window. You helped shield the children as Dean broke the window, using his sleeve to brush the broken glass away. There was still some shards sticking out that could harm the kids but Ben was way ahead of everyone.

“Here, take this,” Ben said, taking off his jacket and giving it to his dad. Dean grabbed his jacket and laid it over the window to protect the children from the glass.

“Alright, kids, come on, we’re getting you out of here.” You said, ushering the kids to Dean who would help them out of the basement.

“Him first,” Ben said, letting another kid go ahead of him. Dean helped the kids up but you heard footsteps and looked behind you to see Sam run in.

“Hey! There’s a mother!” Sam blurted.

“A mother? Well, I guess that’s why she’s been keeping them locked up. So, she could feed on them.” You said, passing another kid to Dean.

“Wait, there’s another one! You have to break the lock!” Dean said, tossing the crowbar to Sam so he could break the lock. Once Sam got the lock open, he pulled the distressed woman from the cage.

“There, come on, you’re going to be okay,” Sam said, letting her walk to the window. Suddenly, you heard a scream and you turned around, seeing what you assumed to be the mother of the changelings.

You rushed to take care of her while Sam and Dean helped the children out of the basement but she was too strong for you. She growled and just as you were about to reach her, she shoved you hard, throwing you into the other room. You cried out in pain as you crashed through the wood walls, falling to the ground.

“Hey!” Dean said, coming at her. He punched the monster in the face but it didn’t have an effect on her at all. She growled and punched Dean in the gut, throwing him across the room as well. You groaned and tried to sit up, knowing you were going to have bruises later on.

“Ben, get them out of here!!” Dean yelled as he got up, ready to fight the monster. Dean grabbed a 2x4 and was about to hit her but she, once again, hit him in the gut. To add more of an effect, she kicked him in the stomach, sending him to fly across the room again.

Sam caught the attention of the mother and she growled, rushing to Sam. Before he could light the damn lighter to burn her, she was throwing the lighter out of his hands, giving him a roundhouse kick to the face. He grunted out in pain but you had enough of this bullshit.

You rushed to the lighter Sam abandoned and grabbed a torch, getting in front of Sam and Dean to protect them. You pointed the torch at her and before she could disappear again, you lit her up, sending her in flames. You groaned out in pain and looked at Sam and Dean who were panting from the action.

“We need to return the children.” You said, wincing as you walked out of the basement through the stairs since you didn’t want to try and climb through the window. It was hard to get all the children in the car at the same time, along with the woman, but you made it possible.

It as morning when you parked in Lisa’s driveway. Ben was the last id to be returned and you knew Dean was saving Ben for last. You sighed and got out just as Lisa ran out of her house to greet her son.

“Ben?! Ben! Baby, are you okay?” Lisa said, picking up her son and hugged him tightly.

“I’m okay, mom,” Ben said, glad to be with his mom.

“What the hell just happened?” Lisa said after she put her son down. She had tears in her eyes as she looked at you and then to Dean.

“I'll explain everything if you want me to, but, trust me, you probably don't. The important thing is, is that Ben's safe.” Dean said, glad that his son was safe at home with his mother.

“Thank you,” Lisa said, bringing Dean in for a hug. You bit your lip and sighed, watching the bliss on her face and watching the small smile form on Dean’s. “Thank you.”

She opened her eyes and saw you staring at her which made her let go of Dean. She felt guilty for coming in between you and Dean. You were glad that you were able to save a bunch of children and their mother’s, but you wished you never came here.

Finding out about Dean and Ben changed things for the worse and you didn’t like it. You didn’t know what would happen now since you knew Lisa wanted her son’s father to stay. Dean just has that effect on people, especially women.

Lisa looked at you and Sam and you sighed, knowing they needed to talk things through right now without you in the way.

“We’ll give you guys some time,” Sam said, smiling at them. You sighed and looked at Dean, knowing he wanted your approval for this. You nodded slightly and Lisa smiled, bringing Ben inside with Dean following her.

“You know, I wish we never took this stupid case.” You admitted to Sam.

“Come on, you know nothing will happen between them,” Sam said, looking at you over the top of the car.

“We both know that isn’t true. Dean has a kid now and you know how he can get. I know that having a family is what he always wanted, to get a sense of normalcy around here. I know I said that we were good the other day but now, I’m not so sure. You should have seen his face, Sam. He loves her, or at least, likes.” You said with a sigh.

“Come on, why don’t we give them space to talk and we can finally focus on what that hunter wants us to do,” Sam said, ready to get into the car.

“No, Sam, I want to wait here.” You said, knowing you shouldn’t barge in her house but you had a feeling something might happen if you don’t.

“Come on, they’re just talking. Give them some space.” Sam said.

“Look, just start the car. I’ll be right out. I want to check up on them.” You said. You might be overacting but you needed to know what was going on in there. Ignoring the pleas from Sam, you walked to her front door, glad that she didn’t lock it. You slipped inside quietly, hearing them talk.

“Look, I want to stay. The thought of a family makes me believe my life is worth something. But, it’s not me. I’m in deep shit right now with some things but… the thought of a family, makes a guy think, you know? I’m going to be gone one day and I’m leaving behind a car.” You heard Dean say. You got tears, knowing that he would rather be with her than you.

“Look, I don’t want to come between you and Y/N. I didn’t even know you were dating. But, you’ll always have a home here. I want you to stay and I know Ben wants you to stay. He likes you, he told me that before. Having his dad around would really fix things up.” Lisa suggested. You let the tears fall, feeling a sense of betrayal.

You were going to be tossed out like trash without a second thought in Dean’s head. This was your worst nightmare come to life. You couldn’t lose Dean. You just… couldn’t.

“Look, I’m proud to be his dad and in another life, I would stay,” Dean said. His voice was getting lower but you had no idea what was going on since you couldn’t see. You wiped the tears away and rounded the corner, stopping short at what you saw.

Dean’s lips were very close to Lisa’s which could only mean two things: He already kissed her and was coming out of it or he was going in for the kiss. Either way, he was thinking about kissing her.

“Dean?” You said, your voice breaking. Dean and Lisa jumped away from each other. Lisa couldn’t look at you, too guilty for coming between you and Dean. However, Dean looked at you and guilt did flash across his face.

“Y/N, I was just going to be right out,” Dean said, scratching the back of his neck.

“No, you weren’t. You were going to kiss her! I can’t believe this, Dean.” You said, backing up as a new wave of tears fell.

“No, I wasn’t. Y/N, come on, don’t leave.” Dean begged, taking a few steps to you.

“No, Dean, stay. I don’t want to be around you right now. Stay and finish whatever you wanted to do here. I knew we should have never taken this case. Thanks, Lisa.” You said, glaring at her. You swiftly turned around and fled the house, getting in the passenger’s seat of the Impala.

“Just drive, Sam.” You said before he could say anything. Sam sighed and he pulled away from the house, driving away. Just before the house was left out of sight, you saw Dean exit the house, sighing in defeat.

“See, I knew I was right. He’s going to leave me for her.”

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bepolite-beefficient · 6 years

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Both Brawlers to each other: “I love your hair!”

I didn’t know if you meant Red Brawler interacting with Blu Brawler or my Brawler interacting with @metaspace-jellyfish ‘s Brawler so I’m going to do the later because I just want an excuse to write them together. I’ll be referring to my Brawler as her name to avoid confusion.

Enjoy:

Charlie growled quietly and held her hand up to her nose. A dark greyish-red patch was forming quickly on the palm of her glove from the blood that was leaking out like water from a shoddy faucet. It had to be broken. She could feel the way the bone scraped when she scrunched her nose up and man did it hurt like a bitch. Not as much as the blow to her kidney did. Every time she inhaled she felt as though she was on the receiving end of the enemy Spy’s knife and the exhale wasn’t any better. Who was to blame this? That damned enemy Brawler.

The two of them were at a stand off and Charlie could hear footsteps crunching through the rubble that covered the ground outside the ramshackle building that she’d taken refuge in.

“This is ridiculous”She hissed at herself. Squinted eyes glared towards the door that was half off the hinges. From her position reclined against the wall..well if Brawler walked in there’d be no hope in hiding. “Go ahead and kill me”

Bracing her hands against the ground she forced herself up on to unstable feet. Charlie whipped her head around looking for anything she could use as a weapon and boy were the pickin’s slim. The only thing that stood a chance was a half rotted 2x4. “Let’s get this show on the road”

Splinters stabbed through the material of her gloves and if she didn’t take a trip through respawn soon then it was going to be a treat picking wood out of her flesh. She winced with each creaking floorboard. Every squeak was like a beacon to her enemy saying ‘hey, there’s a sitting duck up here for you to pick off’

“Shit!”She shouted when a plank broke beneath her right foot and sunk down to her knee effectively tugging at the tendons in her other leg with the sudden fall. Charlie pounded on the floor, cursing herself for giving herself away with some stupid mistake. In seconds the entrance was flung open and ginger-blonde hair of her enemy came into her line of sight.

Charlie forced herself out of the hole and sprinted for the stairs. If she could beat Brawler to the punch then just maybe she’d have an edge on her. She took the steps two at a time in an attempt to build momentum. It worked. Which left her almost no time to duck under the fist that was aimed her way. She skidded across the floor, lowering her stance to gain some leverage. Her enemy whirled around and her eyes were on her own. Brawler lunged at her with her fist pulled tight to her face throwing a punch as soon as she was within feet of Charlie but this time she was lucky enough to dodge it.

Charlie’s head cracked against the concrete floor and stars flooded what was left of her vision. She felt rather than saw her enemy crouch over with her pistol ready to sink one straight in to her skull. She huffed, turning her head to spit out some blood. Pushing herself up on her elbows she pushed her forehead up against the barrel with a red smirk on her lips. “Tirer sur la gâchette”1

Before Brawler could pull the trigger the ear splitting siren and grating voice of the Administor filled their ears, alerting them of the battle’s end. RED had pulled out the victory and Charlie couldn’t help but snicker.

The pistol in her face was soon replaced by a hand and Charlie arched her eyebrow. It was like the brutal creature in front of her just flipped and a lopsided grin replaced that stoic look. She flexed her hand, emphasizing her point leading Charlie to shake her head but took her hand anyway.

“You pretty much obliterated my nose, ya know that?”She hissed at her, only halfway meaning it. What was a sharp pain was just a dull ache that she’d felt many times before.

“Eh, it’s all part of the job”Brawler laughed as the two headed for the door. “I like what you did with the hair by the way” She twirled a finger in her own hair “suits ya”

“Ditto. ‘Specially since it makes it that much easier to do this”Charlie grabbed a handful of her enemy’s long locks and yanked her head backwards before taking off towards her team’s base, cackling all the way.

(Oof, kind of went overboard with this one, heh heh)

#tf2 #tf2 imagines #tf2 brawler

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lindseymcdonaldseyelashes · 5 months

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Leverage 2x4 - "The Fairy Godparents Job"

#christian kane #leverage #eliot spencer #alec hardison #aldis hodge #nathan ford #timothy hutton #parker #beth riesgraf #sophie devereaux #gina bellman #the fairy godparents job

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carmenshenk · 4 years

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My Austrian is building a wood shed... a storage shelter where beautiful slabs of wood can continue to dry. The part that cracks me up is that he didn’t move that stack of wood, build the shelter and then put the wood back... he just built the frame, did some fancy leverage schnitzel, and PRESTO, there is a shelter over and around the wood. That man is magic! ⚜️ He bought three 2x4s for this project, and the metal roof. The rest he milled with his chainsaw from trees given to him. It’s so much fun to watch his mechanical and engineering genius in action! ⚜️ #stablegenius #orgelbau #pipeorganbuilder #mastercraftsmen #postandbeam #woodshed #buildabarn #amishbarnraising #outbuilding #storage #liveedgewoodslabs #woodstorage #dryingwood #staunton #stauntonva #lovestaunton #augustacounty #shenandoahvalley #chainsaw (at Staunton, Virginia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAljY2kn1HU/?igshid=uuq83yss6uh2

#stablegenius #orgelbau #pipeorganbuilder #mastercraftsmen #postandbeam #woodshed #buildabarn #amishbarnraising #outbuilding #storage #liveedgewoodslabs #woodstorage #dryingwood #staunton #stauntonva #lovestaunton #augustacounty #shenandoahvalley #chainsaw

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bethliveblogsmovies · 7 years

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Man of Steel... not my Superman

1. Very muted colors and weathered look for the Warner Bros., Legendary Pictures, DC Comics, and Syncopy logos. I take it this is not going to be a lighthearted flick. Is this Batman? Did I click on the wrong link?

2. Ah, childbirth. Just what I want to see in my superhero films. I mean, what were they thinking? The first image we see is a lady Kryptonian's face scrunched up in pain. Maybe start with anything else? The Kryptonian tax code. Anything.

3. No blood on that baby. Gotta keep the PG-13 rating. I would have accepted a throw-away line like "yo, Ma-El is popping out a kid". Didn't need to see it.

4. Russell Crowe is now lecturing to the aliens (sorry. "interdimensional beings") from Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull and discount Judi Dench.

5. Oh, man. I kind of was warming up to discount Judi Dench.

6. Zod has Friar Tuck's haircut. From now on he shall be known as Friar Zod.

7. 5 minutes in and I'm already sick of Krypton.

8. Now Russell Crowe is riding a gargoyle-dragonfly. Ugh. I'm having Obi-Wan riding a lizard (apparently, a varactyl named Boga. Thanks Wookieepedia!) on Utapau in Revenge of the Sith flashbacks. Stop reminding me of bad movies!!!

9. Ok. The creepy underwater baby factory was a pretty cool visual. You get points for that, movie.

10. Russell Crowe is a bit careless with that codex. Is it indestructible or something? He leverages himself out of the water by placing his weight on his hand holding the codex. Doesn't get crushed or broken? Ok...

11. Is this supposed to be emotional? We don't know these people. They're shipping their kid off while their planet's falling apart. Fine. A bit sad? Whatever. I don't care about them so their pain isn't compelling. Move on, movie. You're wasting my time.

12. What is happening? They're making a flash drive from information that was in the codex. I think? Also, that flash drive looks cool. Gimme.

13. Why didn't Friar Zod just shoot the ship with Superbaby in it? Nothing like unnecessary dialogue to give the plot room to continue. Also, why not have Friar Zod FULLY RESTRAINED? Superman's dad is not very smart.

14. So Friar Zod gets captured and brought before the Council of Unfortunate Headdresses and sentenced to 300 cycles of somatic reconditioning. You could do that... or KILL HIM. Idiots. The entire population of Krypton must be either stupid or insane or both.

15. Michael Shannon is better than this. My god. The overacting reeks of poor direction. Watch him in Midnight Special. He's much better.

16. Why are we still on Krypton? This is all unnecessary. This should not have taken more than 5 minutes and we're approaching 20. All we needed from Krypton was to know Superman was born, establish Zod as a bad dude, ship off Superbaby, and blow up the planet. We're never going to see this planet again. We don't care about anyone on it. The prolonged destruction sequence is just runtime bloat. Blow it up. Move on. 5 seconds would do fine. Pacing is ATROCIOUS.

17. The oil rig scene was kind of cool. Superman was acting heroic. Mark that down.

18. I like the scene where he gets overwhelmed by stimuli. Been there. Kind of. Although I'm wondering why he had that sort of reaction right then. Is it his first day of school? His powers show up at different ages maybe? He should be used to his X-ray vision seeing humans from being around his parents, right?

19. Helloooo. Putting a shirt on that should be illegal.

20. Superteen saves the bus after deflating the tires under the weight of his angst!

21. "What was I supposed to do? Let them die?" "...Maybe" Screw the many to protect the powers of the one? Cold, Pa Kent. Real cold.

22. Mayyyybe dumping on your teenager the fact that he's a space alien is not going to help with the ANGST? Should have told him as a young boy that he was different and introduced the space alien angle as soon as he was old enough to keep secrets. Would have given him time to acclimate to the idea.

23. Also, no way a scientist gives back a piece of metal that didn't originate on Earth. 0% chance. Have the writers of this movie ever met a scientist?!?

24. I would have made that jackass's skull concave, but that's why I'd be a bad Superman.

25. Also, that mangled truck belongs in the Museum of Modern Art.

26. Amy Adams! The real reason I subject myself to this movie. She's great in everything.

27. Why is Lois Lane there? Why aren't other reporters there too?

28. I hope that photo develops. Yikes. Internal hemorrhaging and cauterization via laser eyes? Kind of badass just to get a photo.

29. "I'm not printing a story about aliens walking among us." The Lone Gunmen would. Superman/X-Files crossover? Yes, please.

30. Not going to lie, I miss the underwear on the outside of the suit.

31. That monologue by Pa El is great for a trailer, but doesn't work so well in the movie.

32. Cool flying scene.

33. Yeah. Overpasses are TERRIBLE places to go during a tornado. Bad idea. Irresponsible of the movie to perpetuate that myth.

34. That whole scene with the tornado was stupid. I don't even know where to begin.

35. I like that Lois was able to track down Clark by being a good reporter. You get a point for that too, movie.

36. More quiet character moments please. Even if Henry Cavill has the acting range of a 2x4.

37. Teenage Clark reads Plato. He should be more popular.

38. Subtle, Zack Snyder. Verrrry subtle. Stained glass Jesus next to Superman's head... what could that POSSIBLY mean?

39. Clark is 33. Really, Zack? More messianic allusions? I'm not going to list them all.

40. Why would they want Lois? Makes no sense.

41. Friar Zod delivers the exposition. Boring.

42. They haven't done anything with Lois. Again I ask: why is she there? Plot contrivance so far.

43. IHOP! They must have paid for something.

44. The scene where Pa El helps Lois through the ship is cool, but still doesn't justify her being there.

45. Leave Ma Kent alone. Not cool throwing the truck into her house, Friar Zod.

46. Yeah, threatening a farm boy's mom isn't going to end well. Especially a farm boy with super powers.

47. 7-11 must have paid for something as well.

48. That street got destroyed. And that IHOP. Is this a Superman movie? Doesn't feel like it.

49. Watching supercreatures toss each other around is boring.

50. Sears paid for something too. Ma Kent had a Sears shirt on and the building just popped up.

51. Way too much destruction. And we haven't even gotten to the major stuff yet. "Realism" is sucking the heroism out of this movie. Tonally inappropriate.

52. 9-11 imagery. Wonderful. It's officially not a Superman movie.

53. Why is Lois on that plane? She's not military.

54. Oh great. Kryptonians throwing each other through buildings.

55. Did I just watch Superman casually jump over a truck that blew up a parking garage? Out of character.

56. This is so bad. I remember laughing hysterically in the theater during this sequence.

57. Some people got mad about Superman breaking Zod's neck. I'm not. It would be out of character for the Superman we knew before this film. For this Superman it is entirely within his character.

58. Destroying a military drone? Whatever. I'm too exhausted by this movie to care.

59. And now he's at the Daily Planet. The end. Thank God.

60. So Goyer and Nolan along with Snyder are responsible for this mess. Ugh. It's obvious they tried to go The Dark Knight route with Man of Steel and it doesn't mesh at all with the character of Superman. We have Kryptonian Batman. It sucks. Wonder Woman has the sort of tone Man of Steel should have had. I'd go as far as to say Man of Steel should have been even more lighthearted than Wonder Woman. To sum up Man of Steel: no, no, no, no, no. Maybe I'll do this for Wonder Woman next. Contrast a big mistake with a big triumph.

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Chapter 19: A Ride to the Smoke Out

Note to the faint hearted: if you don’t dig these biker stories, feel free to jump a couple of chapters. I am going to tell them as I saw them from my perspective and then catch up to you later.

The Smoke Out is a huge event with half a million motorcycles put on once a year by The Horse, an old school chopper magazine. This is a typical ride that I was part of back in the mid two-thousands and the wording and type of writing style is from when I was called “caveman.” The style of writing is choppy and full of jargon; if you don’t dig it, then skip the chapter and miss out on the story that you will never live. Up to you; I’m still sitting here at the fire telling stories.

OoO

Cast of characters for this ride are as follows:

*Caveman, known as Kristin many years and a “life” later, grew up on a motorcycle. He actually left home in high school to live in the woods to keep a bike against his mother’s wishes. He was the old school biker, big beard and always the one who knew what was up with what – building his motorcycles from the ground up, balancing the flywheels with 2x4s and a hammer, checking the lapping of the valves with a can of beer; yup, this is how it’s done. Growing up a biker is different than going to a Harley shop and just buying one.

*Sanchez, was number two and just starting to ride in this group of roughnecks. He has been riding for years, and was one of the only bikers that could ride with caveman at 80mph a foot away, high fiving or passing the whiskey flask.

*Bear, his name says it all. His first bike was a frame that Caveman gave him to start building a bike. That frame is still engineless in the back yard. But that’s another story.

*Trapper, was the quiet dude. Not sure if he said 8 words in 3 days.

*Wrencher, he was a Wildman, born biker and kind of crazy. His name, well if you are of female persuasion then you can ask. I am not...

*Speedster was only with us for the ride south then went off with some chicks never to be seen again.

The rest of the crew you will figure. Any terminology that is out of whack you can look up on a fancy adding machine, Google or some such contraption. Dang, I still like to kick-start my bike... not going to look up words.

THE RIDE TO SMOKE OUT was back in 2006. It was a couple of states ride for us; no problem.

The Ride was planned to start at 5pm, not the best time to start a 7- hour ride, especially with dumping rain and hurricane warnings playing on the news. We delay even more and order 36 pounds of Chinese food. Bear eats 12 pounds of it in about 8 minutes. Caveman gets the shits and takes 2 Imodium; his guts are still messed up from the gulf war. Not always the best way to start a ride, but we are off at 930pm, its dark and cloudy and only drizzling.

Caveman’s Panhead won’t start. After about 40 kicks, he’s sweating buckets. Freaking old school bikers don’t believe in electric starters. Bull pulls the air cleaner cover off and shows the black K&N air filter. Seems the air filter was clogged worse than a grease trap at the all night diner. Caveman stated “Hell, haven’t needed to clean it; the Pan always starts.”

Add a shiny bright air cleaner and the old bike starts on two kicks.

Now we are rolling.

Caveman on the PAN was leading, Wrencher to his right up front, then Bull, Sanchez and Trapper taking up the last of the pack. We keep the pack tight about five feet, sometimes closer, between the bikes riding side by side. That’s how we rolled to North Carolina.

Five minutes into the trip... hitting an S turn onramp Caveman rides his kickstand on the left part of the S sliding 20 feet with sparks flying, then flips his bike over to turn in the other direction and rides his pipes for the rest of the turn. Sanchez who keeps his three-foot spread directly on Caveman’s tail rides both floorboards up the onramp and onto the

highway. YEAH! The ride started like the 4th of JULY with sparks flying and crazy bikers yelling at the world to stay the fuck out of our way!

The four rode all night through wind, rain and cold to Salisbury, North Carolina; at one point, the rain was coming in sideways and we had to slow to 30MPH and ride by brail. We also had a good time telling Sanchez we were going to kick his ass for telling us, “Don’t worry, it’s not gonna rain.” His retort was about not being a weatherman or some shit.

We couldn’t stop! Caveman had a plan and we were not going to fail. At the last fuel stop, Caveman said “Suck it up; we are riding all night. If I have to push this bike the rest of the way, I am gonna make it to the Smoke Out.”

Arrived at the campgrounds at around 0330, we ride on into town looking for the campsite and the thousands of crazy bikers partying till the sun comes up. Tired and cold we arrived at the Rock Harley Saloon campsite about 0430. The Rock Harley Saloon is a good biker bar with beer cans and broken bottles littering every corner, but everyone’s passed out, damn. The Campground was wet and muddy and with no apparent place to park the bikes or catch some shut eye. We pulled the bikes up into the parking lot out front. Making a square like old west wagons and bedded down and made camp. Bull, Sanchez and Trapper all slept in the middle of the square on the asphalt with Caveman sleeping just outside the square but next to his bike on a small strip of grass. Something about him being the smart one. We all thought so until caveman says “You guys smell Dog shit?”.... “I smell dog shit.” ... “Dang, its right here under my poncho.” Too tired to move everything. Fuck-it, it’s not touching me, it’s under my poncho. “ga-nite Bro’s”. Sanchez says “Damn, I thought I was done sleeping in ‘the shit’ when I left Iraq,” and starting laughing.

I Awoke when the alarm went off, the sun. Some RUBS (rich urban bikers) are amused at our asphalt campsite, but on this night even a few bikers realize what living on the edge is and pay respect to the four bedded down in the parking lot. We are dreaming of the party that lay only a few hours of sleep away.

We awaken and are packing out for the ride to the show; then some fucking inconsiderate rich dude parks right on top of our makeshift campsite while he lets his bike sit there and idle, it’s around 630am. Not

thinking that no one wants to hear a baffled Honda idle first thing in the morning, finally after 10 minutes they ride away toward the show.

We break camp at 0730 and pack up our wet gear. On the road riding to the show, Caveman is so fired up he stands up on his seat as we’re rolling down the road at 50 mph. Sanchez lets out a war whoop; Bull is pumping his fist, and the mellow Trapper is just smiling. Good ole Wrencher is still in a warm bed at some girlfriend’s house down the road.

Pulling up to the Smoke Out, we noticed no other bikes around just some venders and some folks working the gate...wtf, we’re early ...well at least first in line.

Sitting around until the gate opens, Caveman thinks he has not touched his Pan in at least 6 hours and feels the need to mess with it now, checks for parts that are loose or fell off on the ride. Looking the Pan over, he notices that he needs to readjust his pipe that got a good scrapping sliding through the on ramp a half a day ago. It is the old spigot clamp that never stays on anyway. It’s bent at a funny angle and not lining up. We pull his pipe off and have to bend it back in shape. What better way to do this than to have two guys stand on his bike as counter weight while Caveman puts the pipe under his bike and using the bike as leverage he straightens the pipe to the surprise of all the onlookers passing by.

Putting it back together Caveman says we can all ride into the event.

It takes about 12 kicks to get the pan going.

We all Notice how many bikers there were pulling their bikes off trailers to enter the chop-off. They have it all wrong. “If you can’t ride it to the Smoke-Out, keep your chrome bucket at home”.

We are all inside, and Caveman is busy registering his Harley for the bike competition for the best bike of the show called “the Chop-off.” Everyone else was buying water and coffee.

We run into a friend who is the Master of Ceremony for the event. He has the gift of gab and got that gig; He asks for our help for some of the events. Events like the naked anvil toss, backstage security for the band, personal security for the horse maiden (very beautiful girl that was in the

magazine), personal security for this month’s cover girl and then, finally, the hospitality RV packed with food and air-conditioning that was supposed to be for the rock band.

This was cool, because all of us are young bucks in the military and have barely any money, so the food and a few beers for standing around as security were a great deal. In the process we met tons of cool people, kicked a few wanna-be’s from behind the stage and ate and drank most of the bands food and wine. We even got a few t-shirts and did a few other things that will never get written down.

Bull even got a picture and a book signed by Billy Lane before Billy was “detained” later that evening by the local fuzz. We were rock and rollers cruising around looking at bikes and drinking beer.

The Smoke Out event started closing around 11pm.

We rode out to the after hour’s party expecting to see a few rooms with some bikers and a few beers. Damn if that was a wrong picture to paint.

The cops set up barricades and patrols around the entire Holiday Inn to keep the public away... we had free reign in that place. There were campers; hundreds of bikes, two burn-out pits and a hole shot area, naked girls and debauchery, everything a biker could ask for. It was like Disneyland.

The cops were patrolling around just enough to keep anyone from killing each other or doing anything extra stupid.

Billy Lane was the only one to get arrested; He was riding up on one of his chops with no helmet; the cops pulled him over; Billy says some shit the cops didn’t like; Billy has his hands on the hood and his legs spread; they put him in cuffs in the paddy wagon and haul him downtown. He was the only one in the pen. The saying is sometimes true, “If you’re going to be stupid, you better be tough.” We need to add being rich on that saying for dumb asses like Billy.

Meanwhile at the Holiday Inn, Caveman was making new friends. The infamous Painter George pulls up on his beater bike that he rides around the country. He paints motorcycles or baked potatoes to make

money to fix his bike so he can ride some more. His saying should be “Paint to ride, Paint to ride, Paint to ride.” Caveman says to George, “The coolest thing I ever saw was when you had the bozos at Orange County Choppers sign that piece of rotten bologna. That was some good lampoon. OCC are dumbasses.”

Painter George as we found out later from other builders was sick of hearing about the damn bologna and wanted people to know about his paint jobs not the damn bologna.

Around 0430 right in the parking lot, Caveman pulls out his poncho, hooks it onto the Panhead’s spokes making a makeshift biker tent. Gotta sleep and get ready for another day of partying and riding.

He does this with people still partying 10 feet away; they look on and wonder what the fuck? They see him crawl in beside his leaking old Panhead; a few of them are still wondering, a few others are looking on, knowing. There isn’t anything like sleeping on asphalt after a good night of partying... The others party for a couple more hours and finally make their tents near Caveman and crash out.

We wake at 0700 getting ready for the trip back home and the grind of ordinary life.

Caveman’s seat was not so comfy; it has a rigid frame and no shocks that was chopped in 1973 by a SEAL team guy returning from the War. This Harley, a 1960 old school bike is a hand me down from three other SEALs who spent time in Viet fuckin’ Nam. It was chopped up in Rocky’s living room, and then welded together with coat hangers and a torch. It had many other nice little additions only done in the 60s and 70s. Caveman learned all the tricks from these guys and could build a heck of a bike himself. The seat is hurting bad so Caveman takes a few biker magazines and a towel and wraps it up with electrical tape making a bigger seat, a bit more comfy for the 7 hour ride.

The seat fixed we head to the IHOP for breakfast.

We were sittin’ there talkin’ about all the bikes being loaded up on trailers going to and from the Smoke Out. Shit man you can’t trailer a bike to the smoke out that is the uncoolest thing ever. That’s when we had to resort to the Wookie Defense, which makes all of us start laughing our guts

out. Anyone that doesn’t know the Wookie Defense, here is a snippet. You see, Chewbacca is from Endor and he’s a 9 foot tall Wookie. The rest of the planet is a bunch of 2 foot tall Ewoks. Now that just does not make any sense. Why would a 9 foot tall Wookie be living with a bunch of Ewoks? Fuckin’ poser fake bikers with bikes on trailers down to the smoke out? That does not make sense. It was funny to us in our half-drunk IHOP delusion, maybe not so much now?

We finish the breakfast and get riding; the pan magically starts in 3 kicks. It’s going to be a good ride home.

Meanwhile 50 minutes later as Stan Lee would say... ahhh, never mind.

Riding home on the 85 within view of another huge RV that was towing a trailer with 10 bikes on it; Yeah we gave them the finger riding by their huge RV.

...shit giving them the finger was the wrong thing to do! Dang karma.

About 5 minutes later, Caveman’s rear fender bolt fails, and the fender digs a deep gash in his tire, spewing rubber and smoke down the highway.

Caveman starts grabbing gears, brakes or whatever was humanly possible, sliding sideways for a bit then straight, then sliding sideways again, slowing from 80mph to 30mph in mere seconds, smoking and throwing rubber. The rest of the pack around Caveman react and slow and pull over, luckily without mishap. Thanks to the Biker gods.

After everyone gets to the side of the road and Caveman is looking pissed at having his bike down hard and kicks the guardrail, smoke is still rolling off his bike, almost on fire. Sanchez is standing there smiling and almost laughing; the others don’t know how to act. Caveman asks in a bewildered and kind of pissed way, “What the fuck is so funny?”

Sanchez says, “Dude that was some bad ass riding, your bike fucking blows up, smoking and throwing shit all over the place. We all just rode to hell with you, and somehow make it to the side of the road.”

Just as Sanchez finishes what he is saying, that fucking RV with all the bikes on the trailer rode right past; they were flipping us off, heads sticking out of the windows yelling at us.” Damn this is kind of funny.

Bull and Trapper are laughing now; finally, Caveman starts laughing. “Yeah, I guess that was some good humor; let’s see if we can ride this thing home.”

Looking over the pan we see a deep gash down the middle of the rear tire. The gash is bad but it’s still holding air, let’s see how far we can go... So the fender gets fixed with a hanger from the bag of tools and other stuff caveman always has hanging off his bike, and then the ride starts again.

We have great weather with rain for only 50 miles...It’s a kick ass ride home, fast and good spirits. The Bear was close and keeping an eye on the Pan’s rear tire.

By the time we hit Portsmouth, Virginia we are all literally hallucinating from lack of sleep, food and water... what a ride!

OoO

Yup, those were the ridding days. We would ride 400 miles sometimes just to get into Georgia to eat some peaches. Any excuse to jump on the Harley and go for a ride, wind in the hair and flying down the highway. I miss my old 1960 Panhead Harley.

Ok, one more biker story... I miss these days and thinking about building another Harley from scratch. This time without the grenade launcher for a tail pipe. That bike was in Easy Rider, I can do better...

#harley davidson #Kristin Beck

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