The Jerking
By Bart Vogelzang

Peter could feel the excitement build as he was battered around. Smack, smack, smack; a momentary reprieve, then he was thrust to the right, the left, up, and then down, in a violent flurry. Heart beating hard, blood pulsing furiously, nearly nauseous from the jerking, Peter’s head got smacked hard over and over again, and finally started spitting violently. Once, twice, an amazing five times, at which time all movement stopped and he finally lost his tension, to relax once again. 4x4ing on rough terrain was such a guileless pleasure.

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