I thought I was SO tough, but when they told me that the first place to get a beating would be my ass, I confess that I freaked out. Men surround me; they watch me; they desire me; I feel fear, but also a dirty hidden desire. I'M NOT GAY - no way - but I guess I don't get a choice. When the first man goes for my stick, I clock him one, but then the hands get working. The fighting stops then.
This and other similar stories can be found in 'Manly Men Collection 1'