Page 1 of Carnival Master

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TYSON

We’re in the city of Dawsbury. The perfect pit stop for what I’ve got planned. As soon as the crew starts setting up the rides and tents, I slip away to make some calls.

My phone buzzes with messages from clients eager to restock their supplies. “Easy, fellas, I’ve got you covered,” I mutter. Twenty kilos are packed tightly in the Ferris Wheel trailer’s hidden compartment, and more are coming from our supplier on Friday. We’ll have more than enough to keep my clients happy.

I punch in the number for Jimmy Moretti, the boss running this city.

“Ty, my man!” Jimmy’s gruff voice booms through the phone. “You got my shipment all squared away?”

“I always come through for you, Jimmy.” I lean back against the trailer, keeping my voice low. “Twenty-five kilos, as we discussed. It should keep you and your crew satisfied for a while.”

Jimmy grunts in approval. “That’s what I like tohear. I’ll be there tonight after your show to discuss pickup. You know the drill—keep it on the down-low.”

“Goes without saying,” I assure him. “The carnival’s just a cover. You won’t have any issues on my end.”

As I disconnect the call, I can’t help but smirk. Jimmy may take over half the shipment, but the rest will keep my regular customers in this region nicely stocked. Guys like Tommy Valenti, Paulie Gambino, and Frank Scarpelli—rely on my steady supply to keep their operations running smoothly.

With that settled, it’s time for me to slip back into my other role—the ringleader of this traveling circus. I head for my trailer to get changed. Being the ringmaster isn’t just about putting on a show. It’s about keeping everyone in line. Making sure the rides run smoothly and the crowds are entertained. But right now, I need a damn break.

I step inside, locking the door behind me. A moment of peace before the chaos unfolds. That’s when I hear moans. Fucking Cade and his girl—the diner waitress he stole from Willow Creek.

I shouldn’t be surprised. They’ve been like rabbits since they met. But fuck, the sounds they’re making have my cock hardening. It’s been too long since I’ve had a decent lay. My balls are bluer than a Wookiee's ballsack.

I pace the confines of my trailer, running a hand through my hair. I need to find some action in this town, or I’ll lose my mind. The memory of the last woman I bedded, a curvy blonde, flashes in my mind. But that was weeks ago, and my body craves release.

I yank open a drawer, grab a bottle of whiskey, andtake a long swig. The burn soothes my restless thoughts momentarily. But the sounds of Cade and Lily’s passionate fucking filter through the wall, mocking my pent-up desires.

I take another swig of whiskey, reveling in the burn as it trails down my throat. My thoughts drift to the curvy blonde from a few weeks back. The memory of her soft, round ass and the feel of her full breasts against my palms stir something deep inside me.

My cock is throbbing now, demanding attention. With a slight smirk, I pull it out, relishing the sensation of freedom. I wrap my fingers around it and start stroking slowly. My pierced cock glistens with a bead of pre-cum.

I angle my ear toward the wall, their rhythmic grunts and moans filling the room. It fuels my strokes, each one firmer and faster than the last. The pleasure builds, my breath quickening as I imagine the curvy blonde’s mouth wrapped around my cock, her tongue playing with the piercing.

My eyes drift shut as I lose myself in the fantasy. I can almost feel her soft lips trailing down my chest, her fingers gently scraping against the rough hair on my legs. As my strokes become more urgent, I adjust my stance, one hand against the wall for support.

Their pace quickens next door, the headboard banging against the wall. The sound of their passion fuels my desire. I imagine the blonde I’d fucked a month ago riding me, her full breasts bouncing with each movement, her fingers raking down my chest.

My free hand roams over my chest, tweaking anipple as my hand moves in more frenzied movements. I bite my lip, not wanting to alert Cade that I’m jerking off while listening to them. Not that he’d mind. He’s fucked her in front of guys here while they jerked off. The piercings send sensations throughout my body, heightening the pleasure.

The sound of their fucking gets louder, their cries signaling their impending release. My strokes become more urgent, my body tensing as I feel myself reaching the brink.

As their voices peak in unison, my body convulses. I bite down hard, tasting the coppery tang of blood as I spill over my hand.

I lower myself to the ground, my body sated, yet my heart still pounding in my chest. I take a moment to catch my breath, the room now quiet as Cade and Lily likely lay sprawled and satisfied next door. The fucker should be working, but he never sticks to the rules. With a slight head shake, I chuckle, enjoying the post-orgasmic buzz.

“Well, hell,” I mutter, straightening up and tucking myself back into my pants.

I move to the kitchen and wash the evidence from my hand. “Might as well go put on a show.”

With a satisfied grin, I crack open the door, the sounds of the carnival outside filtering in. I step out, ready to join the fray and see if any new distractions or delights have arrived with our stay in this town. My eyes scan the crowd, eager for a fresh pursuit.

Walking toward the main tent, I straighten my jacket and plaster my most charming smile.

Here we go, showtime. I stride into the big top with an extra swagger, basking in the crowd’s roar. This is my domain, my kingdom.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” I boom into the microphone, my voice carrying over the excited murmurs. “Welcome to the greatest show on Earth!”

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