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eBook Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica
eBook Description: Ever wonder what happens when the tables are turned on a rough, tough top, and he ends up on the bottom? Who doesn't? Bend Over, Big Boy has plenty of butch subs and tough guys in trouble, whether they beg for it or have to be coerced into taking it like a man. The smoking hot stories in Bend Over, Big Boy range from rough and raw to wicked and playful, all the while giving a nod and a wink to setting convention on its ear. Veteran authors like Chris Owen and Syd McGinley know how to bring on the heat, while new authors such as Eider Gray and CA James play on the themes of pride and delight. These rough and tumble guys come in all shapes and sizes, so come see what it's like when a buff guy goes bottoms up! Grab a copy of Bend Over, Big Boy today!

eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, Published: http://www.torquerepress.com, 2008
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2008

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Words: 77854
Reading time: 222-311 min.
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ISBN: 1603704421

LOGAN'S PROJECT

Chris Owen

The warehouse didn't look any different from the outside, but it wasn't really supposed to. All the work being done was internal, the rustic look of the warehouse being a prime draw in eventually attracting tenants. Logan's goal was to fill the newly refitted space with an interesting mix of people not unlike himself. He was hoping to turn the neighborhood into a trendy spot for the up and coming to live by reclaiming and refurbishing the buildings. With luck, the area would get an injection of desirable people, and the hookers and drug dealers would move a few more blocks west.

Mostly, though, Logan was hoping he'd actually turn a profit. That was part of the reason why he was at the building after hours, keeping an eye on the renovations, making sure the work was getting done on time and mostly within budget.

That, and to keep an eye on the demolition man.

Though he was no contractor--he had people for that--he could see things were going on schedule. He knew that the upper floor was almost ready for roughing in. But because the lower floor still needed some demolition done, things were mostly on pause until that was complete and the dust could be kept to a minimum.

Logan liked his building. He got hard just walking in and seeing the interior change. It was his dream and it was coming true. He didn't care that it was happening through someone else's sweat and labor; he was doing his part. He'd never really been one for physical work, but he could plan, he could pay bills and he could claim it as his own. Hell, his name was going to be on the sign and that made it his.

The sign wasn't up yet, and the parking lot was almost empty, the deep shadows of the city block weighing down where the street lamps didn't reach. He'd have to get after the city council for better lighting before he started renting space. Logan picked his way to the big doors, pleased to see that whoever was still working had obeyed orders to keep the site locked up and the drive clear for emergency vehicles.

Logan let himself into the warehouse and closed the heavy door behind him, then listened for the scattering of rats. He didn't hear it this time and he smiled. Maybe they'd finally gotten that under control. He sure as hell hoped so.

"Toby?" Logan called, walking down a makeshift corridor toward the back of the first level. He could hear heavy, rhythmic thumping from down there and could see the flood lights shining, a halo of dust making the whole back end look like a shining cloud. The entire interior was still one massive loft space, support beams all over the place and open duct work to the upper floor. He could see enough not to trip, but not who was working. "Toby?" he called for the contractor again, louder.