Drew's Guest

By John Derek

What's a guy who likes Poker supposed to do when he loses all of his money? Is it really time for a game of strip poker with another man? Even worse, what do you do when the man is dominant and likes to play with the losers? This story contains sexual themes and relationships between two adult males. It is of the nature of dubious consent. Please be 18 or over to purchase. WARNING: Mature Themes. Note unprotected sex takes place in books like these, not in real life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781300656739

John Derek

I like to write. My stuff deals with domination and submission, usually from the perspective of the submissive. I like to imagine what it is like to be uncomfortable and be willing to take a risk. I write about spanking and some other forms of domination. It is meant to be sexual and interesting but not oppressive. This is from my mind only.

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Drew’s Guest

John Derek

Copyright 2020

January 7, 2021

Written and Published by John Derek

Distributed by LuluBooks

ISBN  978-1-300-65673-9

2nd Lulubooks Edition

All characters are eighteen years of age or over.  All events are works of fiction.

All rights reserved. 

The Story

Chapter 1

Damn. Three of a kind beats two pairs.

That was that. My pair of kings and pair of nines lost to his stinking three fives. Damn and double damn.

Not only did he have all my money and almost all of my clothes, but now he had all of my clothes. That is, as soon as I took off my last item. My underwear.

Drew looked at me expectantly.

Settle up big boy.

I wasn’t honestly sure what was supposed to happen next. I mean, I knew the obvious – remove my underpants – but then what. The game was over and he had my clothes. It wasn’t as if he actually owned them…was it?

Let me back up and tell you a little bit of how I got into this situation. My name is Josh and I’m in my mid twenties. I’ve got a decent job and a decent life. I live with a roommate – Dave. Dave and I play poker – for money – in our spare time.

We had heard about this particular poker party from a friend of ours.  Thinking about it now, I realize that when he told us about the game, he had said he thought we were competitive to the level, but watch out, you really don’t want to lose.  He said it with a wink, and I didn’t think much of it.

In any case, we normally played in games with buy in limits of around a hundred dollars, but these guys apparently had deeper pockets than that.  As a result, Dave and I both came with a few hundred dollars which was a big stake for us.

We had