continued from ... As you walk away from the car, the carny barker, a dwarf by the name of BT, grips your hand tightly as he leads you forward. You don’t look back as you hear your Daddy’s car drive away. He’s past history, he sold you to the circus to pay off gambling debts. As you approach, lights are visible through the tent flaps, and you hear laughter. Pushing through the tent flaps into the tent, you smell moldy canvas, cigar smoke, cotton candy, exotic animal musk, cheap cologne, whiskey and sweat in an intoxicating perfume of the circus backlot. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dim candlelight, in front of you there is a large round table with circus freaks seated around it, you’ve interrupted their poker game. Stepping up beside you, BT clears his throat to get everyone’s attention. “Ladies and gentlemen may I introduce the newest addition to our family” his cigar and whiskey soaked voice boomed out in the confines of the tent, as if he was addressing an audience of marks on the circus lot. Turning to you he says “tell us your name, little one”. All eyes turn your direction. Shifting nervously, but with excitement stiffening your cock, you manage to stammer “Ch…ch…ch…charlie, but my Daddy used to call me fuckmeat”. “Let me introduce you to your new family.” BT replied. “We are Circus Bathory. We don’t really make any money from our daytime sideshow. Truth be told our daytime sideshow is really just a front for what goes on after midnight. Since your previous Daddy gave you up in a poker game with us, you know that we earn a bit of side cash, and other “things” from late night poker games. But our real shows start after midnight, long after the public sideshow closes. After the soccer moms and dads tuck their snot nosed brats into bed, bellies full of our cotton candy, corn dogs and deep fried rats, some of them sneak out of the house as their wives or husbands sleep. Sneaking out, like little mice, scurrying back here looking for what they know we offer late at night. Things we don’t speak of in daylight, dark things that make their prim little soccer mom cunts wet and their respectable white collar cocks throb.” Looking around the table, you don’t quite know what to think of the people you see. Putting their cards down, they sit back, relaxed, and begin introducing themselves to you. First on your left is a woman, skin so black it’s almost purple in the dim light of the tent. She’s wearing a bikini, revealing a tightly muscled body, at least 6 feet tall shining in the candlelight. She has dreadlocks on one side of her head, the other is shaved and heavily tattooed with what appear to be ancient runes. “My name is Karla. During the day I perform feats of strength, tearing phone books in half, powerlifting. At night, I use my cunt. I can crack walnuts open with my cunt, and I do the same with the men that pay me to fuck them.” You start breaking out into a cold sweat as you begin to realize the type of people you’re surrounded by. The person next to Karla introduces himself. “I’m Eric, people call me the Doctor”. He’s tall, slim, almost emaciated, pale skin with blue veins tracing across his bare chest, blond hair closely cropped to his skull. His nipples each sagged under the weight of a thick steel ring piercing. “During the day I’m the knife thrower. At night, I like to play with knives and make things bleed.” The man to Eric’s left cleared his throat as he set his cigar down. He was heavy set, dark skinned, strongly muscled, his face covered with a dark coarse beard. “I’m Harold, the Horseman. I’m the animal trainer here. During our nightly performances, I’ll fuck anyone willing or able to take my cock. I’m called the Horseman for a reason. Not many succeed, but many are willing to try. I rarely go to bed alone”. “Let me go next!” “No me!” “Fuck off, I asked first!” The two boys to the left of Harold were both speaking at the same time. They were sitting right next to each other, and looked like identical twins. Early 20’s, smooth skin, it looked like neither of them had ever shaved. Blond hair, blue eyes, impish grins that hinted at something darker just below the surface. BT cleared his throat and they both immediately settled down. “I’m Tommy, and this is my brother Teddy” the boy on the left announced. They both stood up at the same time, and you immediately realized that they were joined at the hip. “We’re what some people refer to as Siamese twins. At night, we specialize in 3-somes. Soccer moms, and a few adventurous white collar dads, love getting double fucked by us.” Looking at Tommy and Teddy, you start getting the squirmy feeling in your pants that you get when you know you’re going to do something terribly obscene. Next to the twins a slim girl spoke up. “I’m Mel. I’m the circus geek among this group.” Slim, cute, almost pixieish looking face with short cropped brown hair in a marine jarhead cut, wearing a torn wife beater t-shirt, Mel gave you a brief smile but didn’t elaborate any further. The woman next to Mel spoke up saying “She’s a bit shy around strangers. I’m sure she’ll be happy to show you what she does later, once she gets to know you a bit better. I’m Barbie by the way.” Barbie was the type of girl that pimply faced teenage boys jack off to. In a magazine, her face would have dried cum sticking the pages together with a staple in her navel. Large pouty lips, dimples in her cheeks, long bleached blond hair and gravity defying tits, straining to burst free from the low cut blouse she’s wearing that are out of proportion to her skinny body. “I’m what the side show likes to call a she-male.” Standing up, she hiked up her short mini-skirt to reveal a half-hard uncircumcised cock, thick as her wrist with dark veins wrapped around it. Leaking pre-cum, she stroked it with her right hand and brought her sticky fingers up to her mouth to suck them clean. “I’m sure you know what my talents are” she purred looking into your eyes. “Ahem” BT cleared his throat with a loud phlegmy cough. “OK ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for us get young charlie settled in. Tommy, Teddy, why don’t you two take charlie and show him where he’ll be sleeping. He’s going to have a busy few days getting to know each of you and figuring out how he’s going to earn his keep around here. If he doesn’t figure it out, we’ll just cut him up and eat him.” “Yay, he can sleep with us!” “He’s sleeping on my side of the bed!” “Fuck off, he’s sleeping on my side!” “He can sleep on your side, but I’m going to fuck him first!” “I’m going to punch you in the balls if you don’t shut up!” “Just make sure you hit mine this time!” The twins could barely control their excitement as they jumped up and took you by the hand, leading you through the back door of the tent. Walking between the tents towards the back of the circus lot, the squirmy feeling in your crotch is getting stronger as you realize this is going to be a long night that you probably will never forget. to be continued...
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