Stupid Jocks Make the Best Submissives

By Keegan Kennedy

Lance Livestrong is an eighteen-year-old jock, desperately trying to make a name for himself on the Queen's Landing University baseball team. The misguided teen is caught buying illegal steroids by Chief of Security, Tank Thompson. Instead of turning the boy over to the police, the ex-Marine has something else in mind. Knowing that Lance never had a father, Tank decides to claim the boy as his own and become the dominant force in the young jock’s life. This erotic novella is approximately 16,000 words. This work features dominance & submission, unsheathed bareback action, raunch, kink, spanking, discipline, bondage, taboo themes. The Sagas of Queen's Landing Volume Three

• Language: English
• Publisher: Keegan Kennedy
• Release date: Jan 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301713882

Keegan Kennedy

Originally hailing from Mississippi, Keegan Kennedy is a writer based out of Memphis, TN. He's a self-described, ‘aging, former sex symbol’ with a kinky imagination. Keegan is fascinated with the natural power exchanges between dominant and submissive males, and his stories reflect that fascination. The fantasies that he shares are full of adventure, peril, bondage, and a dry wit. And he has a knack for uncovering love and romance in the darkest of places. With a tendency toward the melodramatic, he does more than arouse or excite the reader - he engages them.Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. Author of eBook Number Ones: The Substitute Wife, Magnificent Pretense, Captivated, Ganymede 4, West Texas Rivalry, Taken, The Christmas Bottom, The Party Favor, Stupid Jocks Make the Best Submissives, College Endowment, Who Wears the Pants in the Family?, Saving Drake McKenzie, Heisting Hogan, Half Past Midnight, Crossroads, and Man of the House.

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Stupid Jocks Make the Best Submissives

By Keegan Kennedy

Published by Kennedy-Empire Media

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The Sagas of Queen’s Landing – Volume Three

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This work contains graphic sex, as well as, bondage, discipline, spanking, raunch, dominance, submission, and other elements of sexual fetishes and fantasies. All characters in this erotic novella are 18 years or older.

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What the fuck are ya doing here at this time of the morning, Lance? the gruff voice of Chief of Security, Tank Thompson, asked from behind me. And why are ya out here on the portico?

At the sound of his voice, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

Spinning toward him, I looked up at the mountain of a man that had snuck up behind me.

The older man had every right to ask the question. This was way out of the norm for me or anyone else on the baseball team. It was almost 6:00am on a Monday morning, and the sun had not even come up yet. It was also November and 25 degrees. And I was out here in the early morning cold to buy my very first cycle of anabolic steroids… The last thing that I needed was to let Chief Thompson know that I was here to meet my brand new drug dealer and buy illegal steroids, so I could bulk up and improve my performance for my first season playing for my college baseball team.

I … uh … I … uh …

I looked guilty as hell, and we both knew it.

I guessed Tank Thompson was about forty years old or so. With the jaw of an anvil and a brown buzzcut, he had a perpetual, brown five o’clock shadow. He was nearly twice the size of a normal man, and he had the strangest amber-brown eyes that I had ever seen. I supposed he was muscular, but checking out men was not my thing.

Still, if ever a name suited a man, the designation of Tank definitely applied to Tank Thompson.

I had heard that he had retired from the Marines, where he’d been in Special Ops doing reconnaissance, surveillance and counter-terrorism. Now, he was the Chief of Security of Queen’s Landing University.

He gave me a stern and appraising glare, and I couldn’t help but stammer.

Spit it out, kid! he barked. What the hell are ya doing out here skulking about?

Suddenly, my usual cool and quick wit flowed back over me. Actually, I’m here to get an early workout, I announced as if trying to convince myself.

He looked very skeptical.

I don’t open the complex till 6:00, and it’s as cold as Iceland out here this morning, Thompson snapped. Besides, you and the rest of the boys live upstairs inside of the HUB. So, why ya standing outside like some sort of half-wit, Livestrong?

Fuck, this man was relentless.

Because I was gonna meet up with Clyde Parkerson out here, and we’re gonna go for a run, I replied, my teeth chattering.

Parkerson? he questioned with a frown. That kid is a prick and a trouble-maker! Ya shouldn’t get too chummy with him!

I can pick my own friends! I boldly shot back.

Whatever, kid, the older man shook his head. It’s too damn cold to be out here running… I think ya took too many damn baseballs in the head or something, the grumpy ex-military man muttered as he finally started past me and entered the side entrance to the sports complex.

As soon as he’d left, I heaved a sigh of relief. That had been a close one.

I knew that un-prescribed use of steroids was illegal. I also knew that the use of steroids or any other performance enhancing drugs was also banned by all Queen’s Landing University sports programs. Fortunately, the administration of the college looked the other way.

When I’d breezed into college on a baseball scholarship, I thought I had it made. After all, I’d been Louisiana All-State.

Back in May, when I had graduated high school, I ranked in the top 20 in the entire state. Sure, I was #19, but that was still pretty fucking impressive. With a 2.20 ERA, I’d finished 19-2 for the season my senior year. So, I had thought I was some hot shit … until I got here…

These guys were hardcore. With my supposed alleged skills, I didn’t even made fifth starter. I was a relief pitcher also known as a member of the bullpen, which was another name for a bench warmer.

Reviews for Stupid Jocks Make the Best Submissives

[AntMan · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

the set up was good- but the dialog between the security guy & jock was so horrible i stopped reading b4 the steamy parts even began- worse than a corny/bad porn