The third story in "The Gentleman's Bar" series.

Three serial rapists enter the bar. Only one emerges unscathed.

This is a very dark story as it contains rape. So read with caution.

This is my first story, an I'm not really sure how fast I will put the chapters out. I have tried publishing a story on this website before, but just got a serious case of writers block for it. This one shouldn't have the same problem, it's a take on the main character being exactly like me with my life, with some fictional elements implemented (probably after chapter 2) to make it more interesting. Hope you enjoy and please cut me some slack.

SUMMARY:
Xavier was a boy that everyone assumed was happy, but if only they could see into his mind. The things that go on there, the adventures had, the accomplishments he has made, and there in that fantasy world of his mind, he has the body and life he is truly happy with. It's not real, any of it though. Or is it?

“Of course it doesn’t… it shouldn’t. You left a part of yourself in that godforsaken place… same as I did.”

He scrubbed his palm over a bristly scalp, leaving no noticeable trace. “That shit never goes away elltee… You already know that. The physical discomfort reminds you of the horror show in your mind…” he trailed off into silence, staring at the floor while he wrestled with his own demons.

“You question yourself every time you step on your stump… even if it doesn’t hurt right then you always ask yourself just how you managed to fuck up that badly…”

"The Collector"
a Timber Grove Story
by Trinity

Reggie is a skinny nerd in his thirties who is presented with an incredible opportunity: Transform into an irresistible woman and steal the sexual energy of three men. Reggie reluctantly agrees and sets out seducing men left and right, before he meets a young man that makes him question what he (or she) is doing.

Author's Note:
This is the tenth story set in the "Timber Grove" series, but it is a stand alone story that you can follow without having read any other stories in the series. This story is a little backwards than others I've written as it starts off as a sexy romp before turning into something sweeter.

Story Themes:
Romance
Multiple Changes
Age Regression
Magical Transformation

The scene: The Home That Love Built.
The players: Cathilynn and Sam.

“I just don't know Sam.” Cathilynn said confusedly. “I mean, Sara deserves justice for what was done to her, and I DO want those who are responsible to be punished, but how far is TOO far? Do I want them dead? Do I want them punished under the law? Is the law capable of doing what needs to be done? Oh Sam! I am SO torn about all this!”

*Before…

He does the whole after you arm thing and I swallow and go leading him to the office my head still really after the whole miss thing and we just clear our first hall when I hear Elizabitch say.
“Miss!? Dude’s not a girl he’s a faggot! You might want to ask someone else?”
Greyson looks at her and he stops and lifts his foot and stares at the bottom of his shoe. “Wow…that was so hate filled and small minded and bigoted that I actually felt like I stepped in something.”
He’s staring at her with this unmasked look of contempt and Elizabeth looks shocked like someone slapped her.
He moves and looks at me. “I’m not putting you out of your way am I?”
I swallow. “Uhm…no…no this really, really isn’t that big a deal.”
He smiles and I feel it.
Like the whole butterflies thing from those guys and stuff that happened at the rink that time.
And I feel breathless too.
I blush and that actually makes him smile more and I look down and cough before looking back up at him.
“Okay it’s like this way.”
“Cool.”
Yep…he kinda is.
He called me miss.
And he hasn’t like apologized for it or anything either.
I don’t know what to do about that or say but…
Maybe, maybe I don’t want to.
I kind of want to like bask in this…just for a while please?

*And Now…

*Before…

“You call me later tonight, we can like talk?” I say.
“Aren’t you going to be asleep?”
“I’m leaving early for Halifax so not likely and especially after this.”
“Okay.”
I look at her when we break the hug. “You going to be okay?”
She nods and sniffles. “Yeah, hey when you get back maybe you can come up and like hang out and stuff?”
She looks at her mom who is giving her this look and Penny signs something to her and she looks and me and she signs and does that deaf talking thing. “It’s cool with me, we’re all good.” and she does that close her mouth thing and turns the key and tosses it away thing.
I look right at her and say so she can read me better. “Thanks Aunt Maggie.”
She hugs me and Penny does too and they head out right after that since it’s late enough and it’s still like a two hour drive for them to get home and I go and I actually try and help mom with cleaning stuff up and avoiding the he’s gay looks from the gousins that are getting read the riot act from Great Uncle Peter who’s taking keys and going off about drinking and driving.
Soon…soon I’ll be out of here.

*And Now…

Everyone has a story, but unfortunately for Bryan, his is written in blood. This story takes place in the Whateley Universe, second generation..

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“Mom said supper’s almost ready, but I think I’ve got time to scrub the toilets...”

 

“Already?”

 

She shrugged. “They’ve been used several times since this morning. And Craig has terrible aim.”