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Consumer Complaints and Reviews
I purchased an E.book only to find they took x5 payments for 1 sold item! I didn't even receive the 1 item. Paypal created a fraud case and won all my money back. £170 later. Please be warned. DO NOT TOUCH CLICKBANK.
I had purchased a card stock house print (PDF) for my HO train layout. Transaction went through PayPal without any issues and was able to download the file. A few days later the purchased was refunded with no explanation. I tried contacting Clickbank's customer service several times receiving a different answer each time and then finally they told me that I had to email 1 of 2 departments because they couldn't help me over the phone. All I received was the "canned" response email saying to wait a few days or try a different credit card.
I don't believe anyone looked at my complaint. I tried different credits cards, waiting a week before trying again, and the purchase was still refused. I was able to find out that the purchase was flagged as fraudulent and my name was put on a blocked list. In several emails that I have sent I have asked what needs to be done to fix this. Several weeks later still no reply. I am thankful that this bank is not my everyday bank!
On 11/1/16 I ordered the Strikelight Flashlight from Clickbank (order # **). Paid 60.96 through PayPal. I received my Strikelight 11/10/16 without any information or receipt, which was fine with me as I had the receipt on my e-mail and also PayPal. Nov 14, called customer service with a question and was told that they could not answer any questions, but would open up a ticket for Tech Support. I waited for Tech support and called the 800 customer service again. They resubmitted the ticket on 11/16, waited and they resubmitted the ticket again. Nov 18 - my ticket was closed, and I reopened it. I have not heard anything at all from the Tech support.
11/21 I called PayPal and was told that the only thing that they can do is get me a refund. I informed them that I would like to speak to Tech support first as I needed the flashlight. CLICKBANK is the biggest scam that I have ever seen in my entire life and not one person takes responsibility. I am now worried that my credit card number is on file with them. The Better Business Bureau has to protect us from companies like Clickbank.
I ordered a book, ebook and dvd. It wasn't what I expected the product to be. Sent it back exactly as required and then proceeded to get the royal runaround by Clickbank, and their supposed "customer service". I emailed them 3 separate times asking for a refund. Then on the third email, they gave me another customer service email address to ask for the money from them. This was a bogus email address!!! NEVER BUY ANYTHING IF CLICKBANK IS INVOLVED!!!
My purchase arrived in the time stated but was defective. So I sent a email about my problem they told me sorry "We are not the manufacturer. You can contact the manufacturer directly and let them know and they will be more than happy to help you out." So much for customer service??? Glad all retailers don't have that attitude because they wouldn't be in business very long... Customer service is a word they must not know. So if your purchase is not defective you should be happy. If not roll the dice and see what happens. I cannot recommend Clickbank.
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I didn't realize the company never responded on here. I finally did get it resolved myself, got in touch with a few people & did get my money back.
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Had to contact them because I purchased an e-book & cancelled with that company 12 days later but was never refunded. The company even sent me a confirmation about my refund, yet no $. When calling this bank the rep told me only the bank can refund the money & she didn't see any request for refund, questioned who I "spoke" with (like she didn't believe me)-I read her the ENTIRE message. She said she would refund my money & send me my confirmation. What I actually received was a COPY of a ticket request to the original company (who she said she had no information on)!
Also in this ticket, she states "offered to send a technical support request" for me & that I denied. This is completely false since it was never mentioned & don't know why it would be. I'm confused as to the entire e-mail... She wrote that the refund was being requested because I was dissatisfied & not the truth-I requested a refund AND was promised it already! I gave her the time AND date AND name of the rep, I could have sent it to her for proof!
Horrible Customer Service. I had issues with products I bought and was told to get in touch for a refund from them. Well I contacted them, asked them a question regarding my purchase. Never heard back. Next thing I know they closed the ticket due to inactivity. I reopened it and ask them to answer my question and not close it out.
Ordered 2 torches and received 1 usb portable battery. Tried contact details and can't get anything by phone or email.
I have bought 3 products this year from Clickbank and have been spammed with unwanted emails and product offers. Also I have not had what I have ordered as the product eg fat diminisher does not deliver and I already have this and the written content is all about this Wes Virgin. Hello??? Have tried to get Clickbank to refund but no answer as number cannot be connected.
I've had a few experiences with ClickBank, none of them very good. My biggest complaint is their system doesn't accept regular credit cards. Every time I've tried ordering, it always says the credit card has denied the charge. I then go through PayPal and the same credit card is accepted. I finally realized why... credit card companies recognize that ClickBank is disreputable, whereas they'll accept a charge from PayPal.
I went into my PayPal account and found that from 2 orders there were now over 27 accounts from ClickBank. I had the PayPal representative remove them all and instructed PayPal to no longer accept anything from ClickBank. When I look to order online anymore I now refuse to order from any company that uses ClickBank as I now automatically assume that the company is not trustworthy since they use ClickBank. Maybe a bad assumption, but I've not had problems with ClickBank since then.
I was looking for an item and clicked on it and before going any further I got an email from PayPal saying I bought it from Clickbank. I did not authorize the purchase. I believe that Clickbank hacked into my computer and authorized payment. Then a few minutes later PayPal sent an email saying I had purchased another product --- not true. A few minutes later I got a Microsoft warning that my computer needed to be checked out so I phoned them and the person checked it out and said I have a level 12 computer guy to fix it. My computer had been hacked. This was a $409.00 touch. I said OK, and he informed me after working on it what they did.
I was in the process of ordering a book from Fat Diminisher. I tried to go to check out but a page came up pushing 2 more of their books. I was not interested and tried to go to the check out page. The page I was on froze. Mind you, they had gotten my card information so they had the money and the only way to get out of the page was to go back to my app page. So they got my money but not my address. I have tried and tried to get a response from Clickbank but every time I go to their refund page it freezes. Every time! Anyway you try to get to them regarding a refund the page will freeze on you!
I have been in contact with other people who have experienced the same problem. I was charged $37.00 for the book and saw it elsewhere for $19.00. Oh well. But their claim is if you are not satisfied you will get your money back. I wish I could say I was not satisfied with the book but because of their program, the way it is set up and because I did not want those other two books I was not allowed to continue so they could get my address. Once again, every avenue that I have tried to get to Clickbank to explain my situation and get my money refunded has been blocked. Very unethical. Thank you for your time.
Got my ClickBank account banned. Contacted abuse department that what they said: "This account has been terminated due to a terms of service violation. For security reasons, we are unable to release any further details concerning the termination." Didn't do anything, didn't bought traffic, clicked on my ad only 1 time to check. And they blocked my account with no explanation, didn't even notified me. Had to contact support to know that I'm banned.
I bought/ordered a product which is supposed to restore hair loss, but waited quite a very long time for it to arrive. After emailing ClickBank regarding this delay. I received a lame excuse from Flora saying that some department forgot to dispatch the said product. I was advised /informed to open a link sent in the same email/response from Flora. To my disappointment, I received a documented/printed product which I couldn't use, coz I expected a concrete usable product, like a shampoo, conditioner, which I'm supposed to use like the normal items mentioned above. I emailed Flora saying the product isn't for me!!! I requested a refund, gave all the necessary details of the payments made via my visa credit card.
More than 2 weeks have passed, still no replies/refunds. It leaves a bad taste in the mouth. There are so many scam businesses globally, very scary. I sincerely hope that someone reliable, responsible will attend to my refund request. It's not a good idea for any "reputable" business/company to be exposed internationally. Facebook too!! Imagine the many proposed clients, objections/refusal to buy any products from ClickBank. Paid ZAR 437.69, 6/9/15.
I was purchasing the Primal Sleep System via the PaleoHacks.com newsletter ($9.99), and I was offered the Primal Sleep System for $29.99, which was "add to cart", and then the PaleoHacks Ultimate Cookbook Collection, which looked like, along with the Primal Sleep System, to be $39.99. It wasn't a bad deal, so I clicked to add them to my shopping cart. Now, the deal with a shopping cart online is that you get to verify your purchase and back out if you don't want to buy it in the end, right? No. I'd purchased the Primal Sleep System first, via PayPal. What I didn't know is that this had added an exception to Paypal, that allowed PaleoHacks.com to take additional payments WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. And remember when I said that those other two items, the Primal Mind Audio and the Ultimate Cookbooks Bundle, were added to my shopping cart? Nope. They were an automatic checkout.
Not only that, but they were also not just $39.99. They were $29.99, and $39.99, separately. I was billed a total of about $80. I sent a comment via their comments form, telling them exactly what happened. I sent it off, with my order numbers included. It said someone would get back to me within 48 hours. I waited 6 days. Nobody got back to me, so I sent an email. Someone got back to me pretty quickly (probably because I used the words, "I'm going to write a review, and explain how you take money without express permission, and you don't actually have a shopping cart/checkout system, despite using the words, "Add To Cart"...) and they say that they've refunded me my money, but as it was paid from my bank account via Paypal, it should have shown up in Paypal, and I don't see any mention of a refund of my money yet. But as it's the weekend, I'm going to wait until Tuesday and see if anything shows up.
Four of my clients clicked on the same ClickBank link as given by ClickBank. I was not paid on any of the referrals. ClickBank said that the links that they issued me were no good. Now I am having difficulty canceling my account. Nothing but bogus.
I got an e-mail regarding the internet jobs in my country from this (**) asking me to pay 50% discount USD 39.00 to get the software. After filling all the forms, listening to videos of their stability, how it started and all asked me to enter some personal details to get the software. After filling that I go the message saying "SORRY, BUT WE CAN'T ACCEPT CLIENTS FROM YOUR COUNTRY AT THIS TIME". After that I didn't get any mails regarding any jobs.
Thought I was purchasing hard cover. Was given full refund and a second paperback (not recipe book) at no charge.
I have tried to order at least ten orders but the ClickBank keeps asking for me to use another card. I have complied but the bank won't even accept another card. I contacted them via phone but the bank refused to remedy my problem. I want the vendor to be aware that they are losing customers.
After I complained about the company's failure to supply me a product key, but instead bombarded me with expensive offers to upgrade, essentially saying the product version they promoted on Google was useless unless and until I purchased their more expensive software products. After a harsh email message (of the type I hate to send unless I'm left with no other option), I demanded my PayPal account be credited the full amount I authorized be sent to Clickbank, and by noon the following day, my PayPal account was appropriately credit. Afterward, I begin getting ambiguous statements from someone purporting to represent Clickbank, yet the messages was sent from a personal Gmail account. Hopefully in the morning, I can speak to someone to have this annoying maverick reigned in.
Credit card debited for e-book but no download occurred. Tried to contact but 'complaint form' 'could not be sent'. Looking for refund.
I purchased Learn Scrivener Fast for $166 through one of their affiliate sites and never received the download codes. I have contacted Learn Scrivener Fast three times over the last week and they have not bothered to reply to any of my emails. I had previously contact customer support with a question when I was looking to buy the product and they got back to me straight away. Now they have my money they don't reply, don't provide the product. They are a bunch of shady thieves.
Keynetics, Inc. charged my paypal account a total of $494.99 from 4/27/14 to 7/24/14 and I have not received a single thing from them. There is nothing showing what I purchased, no receipt to show what I purchased. (probably because I didn't purchase anything) The sad part about it, I just noticed it on my paypal account. This is now 1/27/15 and I'm not sure if I can do anything about it since so much time has passed. I will have to contact paypal and ask what I can do about this, if anything.
My mom fell for this, too. Amazing for her to be billed monthly for digital products when she doesn't use a computer. There is no way to contact the company, either electronically or otherwise. That is clearly by design. However, the credit card, bank, credit union, Paypal etc., who processed the transaction is more than happy to intervene on behalf of their customers. Mom's bank refunded the purchase amount, blocked the vendor and even reversed the penalty fees (for the balance of the account dropping below the minimum, as a result)!
Email from Liberty News (No such company) with fake product add: This company whom I thought was one of the one's I subscribe to because of the word "Liberty" was not one of them but spam. They have a product. They either are part of the scam with or "The Scammer". It is for hair loss reversal but the main point for me was it is supposedly linked to a man's prostate gland. I did my due diligence to find anything relating to this with use of the words scam or fraud by the authors or company and Google just linked it right back to the company's bogus claims.
They say pay the $39.00 for the eBook and they will show you how for less the $20 do what they did, blah, blah, blah. I got the eBook and it is a compilation, with suggestions on what to eat and vitamins to take. Thinks anyone can find right on the Internet themselves. I finally found the bank's name (on the charge to my bank) Clickbank that has phone numbers in Boise, ID, and an address in N.C. But after Googling the bank name I found rip off reports on this so-called banking institution that isn't a bank. I called my bank and they said they have to let the charge through and then they will dispute it after that. Avoid Liberty News and anything to do with Clkbank.com or Clickbank or firstname.lastname@example.com 2014.
I had a ClickBank account and I sold 500 dollars worth of stuff and wanted to cash out but it said I need 20 thousand dollars to cash out. I told them to suck my fat one so no I wouldn't buy products from ClickBank.
Did not know that Paypal flipped me to Clickbank. Did not wish monies to come out of checking acct. No monies in checking. Wanted money to come off credit card. They immediately took money from checking acct. UNAUTHORIZED!!! They just did it. Did not receive merchandise yet. Want my money.
In August, I was having problems with my Lexmark printer. I looked Lexmark up on my computer and saw a telephone number for Lexmark services. I called the number and the person that answered informed me that he represented Lexmark and that he was located in India. I told him my problem and he said not to worry; he asked for permission to take control of my computer. I was on the telephone with him the entire time. Later in our conversation, he took a break to look something up. He came back and said my computer had many problems. I asked if he was going to charge and he hemmed and hawed about how serious my problems were and that they needed be fixed and that he would have to charge me. I told him to stop the operation... I did that because I smelled a scam was taking place. I asked him to return control of my computer to me.
I had added a $5.95 item for a recipe book to the shopping cart and the system took me though a series of pages asking if I wanted to add to the order, thinking that I'd be able to approve it at the end. Instead, it had ordered all of the items without allowing me to approve the processing. I picked up the phone two seconds later to call them. I got a recording stating the department was closed, but it was at 2:30 PM and 4:30 PM which is within their open hour stated on their website. In addition, I completed their online contact form, and responded to each invoice email asking them to cancel the order with request to not process on my card or reverse the charges. It is now the next day with the charges on my card, and no one from the company has responded in any way.
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About us
Stonewater is one of the UK's most significant social housing providers, with 30,000 homes under management and £1.6 billion in assets. We also have a significant development programme to help address the rising demand for housing.
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About the Book
Paintings exhibited at the Contemporary Art Museum march 1997 in Santiago Chile, epochal revelation.
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- Category Arts & Photography
Standard Portrait, 7.75×9.75 in, 20×25 cm
54 Pages
- Publish Date Jan 17, 2008
- Language English
- Tags spiritual, epochal, revelation, jesus, eden, urantia, paintings, art, contemporary, guelfenbein
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Eduardo Guelfenbein
Paris, France
Born in Santiago Chile 1953, studied in England, and Diploma of Accademia delle Belle Arti, Brera, Milan, Italy. Today I live in Paris working on my spiritual being, a cosmology student since 15 years, and an ecological, vegetarian conscious human being since 25 years. In 1997 at the Museum of Contemporary Art of Santiago Chile I had a personal show titled 'Revelation' , biblical expressionism.
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To show my enormous appreciation and gratitude for the nice comments this story has been getting I'm giving you guys 3 chapters this time! I really do mean it when I say hearing the nice comments you guys have to say about my story really does make my day. If you're enjoying the story so far, let me know! [email protected]
Chapter 7
The second Brad Williams got home from his after school session with the hunky Coach Jackson the first thing he did was run upstairs.
"Knock knock." Brad said, tapping his knuckles on the door announcing his arrival in the same way his father does.
What was it with Americans saying they're knocking instead of just actually knocking? I thought.
"Yes?" I called out from my bedroom. "What the hell happened to you?" I asked, startled by how exhausted he looked. "Let me guess. You didn't have the guts to tell Coach Jackson you wanted to fuck him so he made you do laps for bothering him while he was in his office?"
"Oh Ollie… You should know by now that if I want ass I'll get it." Brad said, grinning.
"No… Don't tell me you actually did it!" I gasped.
"Of course I did. He barely even made me work for it." Brad said casually.
"Dude, I can't believe this. Tell me about it." I implored him.
"Fucked him over his own desk and then he rode me while I sat in his own chair."
"You fucked Coach Jackson over his own desk? In his office?" I gasped again.
"Sure did. I even had to take my dick out and change positions so he wouldn't cum too fast."
"Wow, so Coach Jackson is a bottom." I said incredulously.
"Who said that?" Brad asked. "His ass is off limits to anyone else but me. I didn't even need to tell him that. He just knows it. You don't forget the guy who takes your cherry."
"How would you know?" I countered, knowing full well Brad Williams and his cherry were still very much in tact.
"How would you?" He turned it around.
"Fair enough. So you got to take his cherry?"
"You bet your ass I did." He said proudly. "And I'm telling you, if you thought I had a thick cock…"
"No shit! I knew he had to be hung. I mean, just look at him." I sighed. "You know, the brotherly thing to do would be to take a picture and show me like I did for you."
"First of all, you didn't show me that dude's face so it's unfair that you know who my guy is. Second, do you really think I'm stupid enough to take out my phone while my dick is up Coach Jackson's ass? He could shatter my phone into a million pieces with only his pinky if he wanted to."
"Yeah, I certainly wouldn't want to make that dude angry." I agreed.
"And that's why I'm the one who got to take his ass. I'm not afraid to show him who's boss."
"I'll have you know I'm doing okay without him. Though I have to admit, Coach Jackson is quite a get." I laughed.
"Look at us. The two biggest studs on campus living under one roof." Brad said proudly, patting my shoulder. Little did he know his dad made stud number 3. After all, Mike Williams was getting laid just as much as I was
The next day at practice I was looking at Coach Jackson and his hulking frame just wondering what it must have been like to fuck a man like that.
"Watch it, that's my girlfriend you're ogling there." Brad teased, sticking his hand out to block my vision.
"I just can't believe you got him to let you fuck him."
"Believe it. I think I'll fuck him again after practice if I'm feeling it." He said casually.
Coach Jackson spotted us and blew his whistle powerfully. "Williams! Africa! What the fuck are you two standing there for? Get your lazy asses out on that field now, you slackers or I'll make you do laps!" He yelled from the stands.
At that moment I gave Brad an eye roll and punched his shoulder. "You liar. I can't believe I believed you." I said shaking my head as I hustled to the field. I knew Brad was a proud person, so I was surprised that he would lie to me about fucking Coach Jackson just to save face. I should have known. Coach Jackson was way too scary to take on like that.
"Hold on a sec there, Olujimi." Brad called out, running after me. He called me by my full name. This was serious. "Do you think I'm lying?"
"Through your teeth. Did you see the way Coach just talked to us? There's no way you got that man to bottom for you." I replied.
"Alright." He said, pausing for a moment to think. "I suggest you to get a drink from the water fountain below the bleachers in about 30 seconds."
"Brad, what are you talking-"
"Just do it." He pressed, turning to go to the front of the bleachers while I sighed and went around to the back.
I made my way to the water fountain underneath the bleachers and waited. What was Brad doing? Through the slats in the bleacher floors I could see Coach Jackson's huge ass and his towering frame. And then I began to make out Brad walking his way up to meet him. Fuck, Brad, what are you doing?
"What is it, Williams?" Coach asked impatiently. "Connors! You call that a throw! Start it over! And this time don't fuck it up!" Coach yelled out to the field, blowing his whistle sharply.
Brad knelt down as if he dropped something and then reached his hands up to grab a hold of Coach Jackson's big muscle ass, squeezing a meaty cheek in each hand. "What the fuck are you doing, Williams? Not here." Coach Jackson panicked.
I couldn't believe this was happening.
Brad stood up and brought his lips just behind Coach Jackson's ear and whispered just loud enough so that he knew I would hear him. "I want you ass up in your office waiting for me at 4:30."
Coach Jackson closed his eyes and waited for a second. I couldn't even imagine what he would say or how he would react to Brad's very public display. Fortunately everyone out on the field was too busy trying to escape his wrath by focusing on the ball rather than looking in our direction.
Coach Jackson whispered back, "That's in 20 minutes, Williams. And practice doesn't end until 4:45."
Brad slipped his hand under Coach Jackson's shirt and ran his hand along Coach Jackson's giant pecks. "Well then you better call it early then, Coach. Especially since you're going to shower first so that you're nice and squeaky clean for me."
Coach Jackson closed his eyes, conflicted. "Williams, there's no time. Besides, the guys will want to shower before they go home so we won't have the place to ourselves until at least 5:00."
"That reminds me." Brad said, giving one of Coach Jackson's nipples a good pinch, making him wince and then moan. "You're going to give me the keys to your office so I can use your private shower. My muscles have been pretty sore lately since you've been working us so hard so I could use the extra space to stretch out in the steam."
I couldn't fucking believe this. Brad Williams had the Head of Athletics Coach Dan Jackson wrapped around his fucking finger. Hell, he was fondling him out in the open during practice.
"You- You want to use my shower?" Coach Jackson questioned. "I don't know, Williams, it's barely big enough for me in there alone."
"You'll use the team shower and wash off with the guys." Brad commanded, brushing his nose softly on the back of Coach Jackson's neck. Brad Williams had made seduction an art. "Just make sure your ass is nice and fresh for me. I think you can manage without anyone noticing."
"Williams, I don't know about this…" Coach Jackson said apprehensively. "I've never showered with the team."
"Tell me you don't want me to fuck you and I'll leave." Brad whispered into his ear, thrusting his groin against Coach Jackson's ass with a loud smack.
Coach Jackson closed his eyes for a moment before grabbing his whistle and blowing it with all the power he could. "Bring it in, boys. I'm letting you guys out early today. Now shower up and go home." He yelled. He swallowed apprehensively before surrendering his keys over to the cocky athlete behind him.
Brad smiled proudly and released his hold on Coach Jackson, before making his way toward the locker room, twirling coach's keys around one finger.
"Where did Williams go?" Dante, another guy on our team asked as we were lathering up in the showers.
"I think he went home early. He wasn't feeling good." I lied.
"What the-" Dante started, bringing his attention to the front of the showers.
The mountainous Head of Athletics Department Coach Daniel Jackson slowly made his way into the stall, his massive muscles and gigantic beer can cock on display for all of his players to see. The players watched him with open mouths as he got under one of the shower heads and reached out a muscled arm to turn the water on.
"What the fuck are you looking at? Never seen a real man's cock before?" Coach asked, putting his hands on his hips and standing proudly. "The water in my office is out. Now will one of you idiots hand me the fucking soap?"
"Here, sir…" Dante said nervously, handing Coach Jackson his body wash. Coach Jackson lathered himself up as we all couldn't help but steal glances of his hulking, muscular body and huge cock. I couldn't help but laugh to myself as I thought about Brad taking Coach Jackson's shower for himself and banishing him to the communal showers with the rest of us. He was sending his conquest over to us so that we could get a good look at what he was going to fuck. Here he was, the epitome of masculinity in his players' eyes being sent off to be ogled at as we showered. It was a power play if I had ever seen one. And after Coach Jackson finished washing himself off, he turned around to head back to his office, his massive ass on full display as we watched him leave, towel hanging off his shoulder.
"Man, that guy is scary." One of the other players sighed as we began to relax.
"Did you see how huge his cock was? I'll bet he can score any chick he wants." Another player remarked.
"Yeah, I'll bet he's into chicks with really big tits. I'm talking huge." Dante added.
I smiled. "You just might be surprised at what men like Coach Jackson are in to."
I sat in the car waiting for Brad to finish up fucking our athletics coach like a good brother. I could have been mad at him for making me wait in the hot sun while he was getting laid but I had kind of pushed him into proving himself so I didn't blame him. Besides, I was happy he was getting laid. After about an hour I saw Brad making his way to the car with a satisfied look on his face.
"Sorry, brother. I could have been here 20 minutes ago but Coach wanted to go another round." He said proudly as he got into the car.
"Hey, no apologies, man. I'm happy for you." I said truthfully. "Jesus, what's that on your neck?" I asked, pointing to a red mark on his neck that was clearly either a hicky or a choke mark of some sort.
"What can I say? Coach likes it rough." Brad grinned, starting the car.
"Clearly… I'd hate to see what you did to him." I replied, sitting back as we pulled out of the parking lot.
"He'll be fine." Brad grinned wickedly. "And you can have the car tomorrow. He wants me back the same time tomorrow."
"Well look at you two. Have you guys set a date?" I teased him.
"You laugh all you want when you're no doubt reading your math textbook tomorrow or nerding out with my dad on his computer software while I'm out getting laid. But don't worry. I'll be sure to tell you all about it when I get home."
"I wouldn't worry about me." I said, reclining my seat and looking out the window. "I'm sure your dad and I will find something to do."
Later that week Brad came into my room good and bothered. "What's the matter with you?" I asked laughing as he sat down on the couch and crossed his arms like a child.
"Coach Jackson isn't putting out. He says the aggression will be good for the game next Friday."
"I see…" I said nodding my head. "Wow, you must be going crazy then. I mean, the idea of you not getting to blow a load for over a week must be-"
"Absolute hell." He finished for me.
"Welcome to the real world, brother." I laughed, knowing full well I would be getting laid later that night just like every other night this week when Mr. Williams sneaks into my room at night for a midnight fuck.
"This blows." He sulked.
"Have you tried giving Jason a call?" I asked sympathetically.
"You mean Ken? He's probably too busy picking out wallpaper and china patterns with his beard at The Barbie Dream House." He spat, rolling his eyes.
"I see. He and Rachel are still going strong?" I asked.
"As strong as a closeted power bottom and his beard can be." He smirked. "You know, maybe I should just go over there and ask him what his deal is."
"Brad, don't you dare go over there. Come on, man, that's not you." I said raising my voice.
"You're right." He muttered. "Thanks Ollie. I'm just going crazy with pent up hormones over here."
"Have you considered that maybe Coach Jackson has a point?"
"I don't know. Maybe he does. And he did promise me he'd take me up to his family cabin over the weekend if we won the game. He told me he'd let me fuck him on a jet ski." He said excitedly.
"Is- Is fucking someone on a jet ski something particularly enticing to some people?" I questioned.
"I don't know. Never done it. Sounds fun." He answered.
"Well then I hope it's everything you want it to be and more." I replied. I pictured Coach Jackson's mountainous body trying to balance itself on a jet ski while Brad rammed his ass and couldn't quite see the appeal, but hey, whatever floats your boat, so to speak.
"How do you do it, man? Go so long without getting laid, I mean." He asked.
I gulped. I hated lying to him but I knew I had to keep this from him, for many reasons. "I just- I mean- I don't know. You just deal with it." I lied.
"Whatever. I just don't want to turn into a nerd if I don't get any ass." He sighed, throwing one of my textbooks on my bed as he got up from the couch and headed to the door.
"Don't worry about that, you'd have to abstain for 50 years for that to happen." I managed to get out with a slight smirk.
"Oh fuck off." He laughed, shutting the door and heading out.
That night Mr. Williams stayed in my bed for a while after I had fucked him. We just talked. I was my happiest when I was able to hold him close to me in my bed. I would give anything to be able to do that without worrying we would get caught.
"Ollie, I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm so happy right now." He sighed, rubbing my shoulder.
I was playing with his chest hair absentmindedly and smiled. "I'm glad I can make you feel that way, sir." It felt kind of odd calling him sir when my load was still dripping out of his ass but it was just the way I felt about him. I deeply respected this man.
"Maybe one day we can really be together. But you know I can't do that right now." He said, sadly.
"For a million reasons." I agreed. "This is just fine for now." I said, holding him close.
We lay there for a while, just holding each other.
"Mr. Williams?" I asked.
"What is it?" He replied.
"I was thinking about how great the sex is between us and how new you are at this. And I was just wondering if it hurts your feelings that I haven't bottomed for you."
He said nothing for a while. "Honestly Ollie, I'm not really hung up on it. I know how you feel about me and you don't have to prove it. I think what we're doing is exactly the way it should be." He smiled, rubbing my chest. "Besides", he said kissing me. "I've spent my whole life being the one who does the fucking. If I was fulfilled doing that I wouldn't be here laying in bed with you with your load still dripping out of my ass, now would I?"
"So you're not feeling used or anything?" I asked.
"There may come a time where I ask you to let me fuck you." He said. "But for now I am more than happy being the bottom in this relationship."
"You know I would do that for you." I replied. "If you really wanted me to."
He leaned down and kissed me. "I do know that." He reached his hand down my body and grabbed my semi hard dick. "Now why don't you take this big black cock of yours and remind me just why I love being the one getting fucked so much."
"Whatever you want, Mr. Williams." I smiled, kissing him and crawling on top of him for another round.
Brad Williams threw off his jersey after a day of practice in the piping hot heat, the commotion of the other guys changing into their clothes going on around him.
"In my office, Williams." Coach Jackson commanded from his doorway.
The other guys looked at Brad as if he should be scared, but Brad didn't flinch.
Brad threw on a shirt and followed him in.
"I just wanted to say good job today on the field. Damn good job." Coach Jackson praised from his chair.
"Thanks Coach. Is that it?" Brad asked.
"Just one more thing." Coach Jackson said, getting up from his desk and walking over to his star player. He leaned down and kissed his athlete tenderly on the lips as he reached his muscled arm to the door and locked it.
Brad's severely neglected cock gave a jolt. "What happened to no fucking until after the game?" Brad asked, breaking away from his Coach's mouth for a second.
Coach Jackson ignored him and placed Brad's hands on his muscle daddy ass.
"Oh fuck, Coach, I need that ass." Brad moaned.
"You can have it, Williams." Coach Jackson replied, reaching his hands underneath his athlete's shirt and playing with his pecks while they made out.
"Oh fuck yeah." Brad groaned. He brought his hands up to the tight waistband of his coach's slutty little windshorts and started to pull them down.
"After you win me that game on Friday." Coach Jackson muttered, pulling his tongue and his meaty ass away. He slowly walked back to his desk and smirked.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Brad said angrily, panting.
"Win me that game on Friday and I'll let you have my ass for 72 hours, Williams. Whenever, wherever you want. No questions asked." Coach Jackson reminded him from his desk.
"So you just did this little stunt to fuck with me?" Brad questioned, glaring at him.
"Just a little something to remind you how much you want to win this game." Coach Jackson said, smirking.
"Oh I'll win that game." Brad said confidently, getting up. "And I'll make sure you remember this little stunt you pulled when I'm fucking that tight ass of yours in every single square inch of that cabin this weekend." Brad countered.
"I'm counting on it." Coach replied with a wink.
Over the next few days Brad lived and breathed football. He made me practice with him outside after dinner each night with me throwing him impossible throws for him to catch. The guy was a star. I knew there would be no way he wasn't earning that weekend with the coach up at his cabin this weekend. Secretly I wanted Brad to win so that Mr. Williams and I could have the house to ourselves this weekend. Kate was going to be out of town at a conference and with Brad out of the house Mr. Williams and I could officially christen each and every room of this three story house by the time the weekend was over. Hell, knowing us we could christen each and every room by Saturday afternoon.
By Friday night I was expecting Brad to be a bundle of nerves but he was totally relaxed and cool. An extremely confident dude by nature, he knew what he had to do tonight.
Out on the field he was a superstar. He had made two touchdowns by the time the first quarter was over, catching a hail mary pass with 4 seconds to go. The crowd went absolutely wild but Brad just looked over to the bench where Coach Jackson was standing and brought up a finger and pointed it right at Coach and then pointing it at his own chest. You didn't need a translator for that. He was letting Coach know his ass was his. Coach Jackson just nodded his head. He understood.
By the end of the game it was 48-10. It was a runaway. The team and I celebrated in the locker room, each one of us patting Brad on the back for a job well done. But Brad's mind was on something else. Someone else.
"Dude, Brad, you coming with us to Jesse's house tonight? It's supposed to be wild." Dante asked, giving Brad a high five.
"You guys have fun. I've got a trip to pack for." Brad replied, looking up from his locker right into Coach's eyes standing in the doorway.
Coach Jackson nodded and went back into his office. Brad and I went to the showers and I patted his back to congratulate him. "You earned it, man. Go take what's yours."
"Trust me, brother." He said grinning for the first time all night. "I intend to."
Chapter 8
As I pulled into the driveway I had a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. The thought of spending an entire weekend alone with Mr. Williams was something I would have given my right arm for but now that it was actually coming true I realized how much pressure I would be under. What if I blew it? What if I did something wrong? What if we discovered we really weren't that into each other after all?
When I walked in the front door and saw my man standing at the stairs waiting for me looking sexy in his glasses and a button up shirt I immediately shook any idea that we weren't crazy for each other out of my head. I loved this man. He knew how sexy I thought he looked in his glasses and I had a feeling he was wearing them just for me.
"So Brad just called." Mr. Williams smiled, walking up to me and greeting me with a kiss. "He's going away for the weekend with some friends to celebrate."
"Is he now?" I feigned surprise in a way that obviously didn't fool the sexy man standing in front of me.
"And I'm supposed to believe that you, his best friend, had no inclination of this?" He laughed, grabbing my ass and continuing to make out with me.
"Okay, you caught me. What are you going to do about it, Mr. Williams?" I asked as I thrust my tongue into his mouth.
"Well it appears that we have the house to ourselves for a whole weekend." He said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
"It would seem that way." I replied.
He removed his shirt and resumed his assault on my tongue, prying himself away to look directly into my eyes and without blinking he said, "You're going to fuck me in every single room of this house." He resumed his advances.
I smiled, feeling completely validated by the fact that I had been thinking the very same thing.
"Does that sound like something you can do?" He asked, his chest hair tickling my arm.
"Why don't we start with the entrance hall?" I grinned, pushing him gently onto the stairs.
"Sounds good to me, stud." Mr. Williams replied, letting me run my hands across his chest.
Brad Williams stared outside of the car window as he and Coach Jackson left the city behind them. They had just managed to dodge the swell of traffic leaving the stadium after the exciting home game victory.
Coach Jackson kept his dark brown eyes on the road. They hadn't spoken yet. They were both mentally preparing for the 72 hours they had in store for them.
"You played one hell of a game back there, Williams." Coach Jackson said.
His athlete said nothing, still staring out the window.
"I was watching you out on the field tonight. I could barely keep myself from running out onto that field and having you fuck me right then and there."
Brad smirked, loving the effect he had on his superior.
"All I'm saying is you better fuck me like you mean it, Williams." Coach Jackson stated.
That got his athlete's attention. He turned his head and stared directly into his Coach's eyes and said, "I'm going to remember you said that, Coach."
"Yeah? You going to make up for lost time, Williams?" Coach Jackson questioned, rubbing his huge cock under the steering wheel.
"Mmmhmm." Brad replied, watching as his coach played with himself.
"You going to pay me back for all those times you tried to get me to put out for you and I kept these legs closed?"
"You bet your ass I will." Brad answered, his dick starting to swell.
"You remember, kid. This weekend my ass is yours. Any time you want this hole you come and take it. You earned it, stud." Coach Jackson said, really starting to get distracted from the road.
"Stop the car, Coach." Brad commanded.
"We're fine, Williams. I just got a little sidetracked thinking about that big cock of yours." Coach Jackson replied, taking his hand off of the giant mound in his pants and keeping his eyes directly on the road.
"I said stop the car." Brad repeated. He slowly started to unzip his pants, bringing out his huge jock cock and slapping it menacingly against his palm.
"I see." Coach Jackson said, trying not to grin as he took the exit, immediately coming to a stop on the shoulder of a rural looking road. "Are you looking to collect already, Williams?"
"Get that muscle ass of yours out of this car and nice and ready for me in three minutes." Brad commanded.
"What, are we going to fuck right here in the open?" Coach Jackson asked, nervously.
"Don't act like you don't want it just as much as I do." Brad smirked.
"Fuck yeah, I want it, Williams. You know I love that big jock cock of yours."
"Go into that shaded area over there. You can get your hole nice and wet for me while I go and take a leak." Brad said, pointing to an area not far from the road.
"Hold on a sec. Open up that glove compartment." Coach Jackson said.
Brad complied, finding a tube of lube. He tossed it up in his hand, shaking his head, laughing.
"Coach Jackson, you little slut." He smirked.
"You always have to be prepared, Williams. You never know when the mood will strike you."
Brad wondered how many tight jock holes Coach Jackson had squirted this very lube on. Cocky little jocks like him who wouldn't even dream of putting Coach Jackson in his place and fucking the hulk of a man like they truly wanted. He wondered how much jock seed had been splattered all over town while Coach Jackson took their ass with his huge cock after he worked their tight little holes over with this same lube he held right now in his hand.
Brad handed Coach Jackson the lube as they went over to the shaded area. He spread out a towel he had grabbed from the back of the truck and Coach Jackson knelt down on it and played with his hole while Brad went over a few yards to take a leak.
"Hurry up, Williams." Coach Jackson yelled. "I want that jock cock of yours."
"Settle down, slut. You'll get more than enough this weekend." Brad replied over his shoulder.
Brad finished his stream and walked back to his conquest slowly, savoring the sight of his huge, muscular coach waiting patiently as he offered his ass to him.
"Now that's what I like to see, Coach." Brad grinned.
"Get over here and take care of me, stud." Coach Jackson commanded, spreading his fat cheeks open and making his hole wink enticingly.
Brad knelt down and started to finger his coach's inviting hole slowly.
"Fuck yeah, kid. Been wanting it for days." Coach Jackson groaned. "Watching you at practice with that cocky smirk of yours. I wanted to take you into my office and sit on that fat cock of yours so bad."
"So you wanted it just as bad as I did, Coach?" Brad gloated, playing with his coach's hole.
"Like you wouldn't believe, kid. I need that big cock."
"How bad do you want it, Coach?" Brad asked, thrusting his finger in and out.
"I want it bad, stud. Take that hole." Coach Jackson whined, jacking off his huge beer can cock as his star athlete finger fucked his hole.
"I won this hole." Brad said, running a hand over the huge muscular cheeks.
"You sure did, Williams. You earned this hole." Coach Jackson groaned.
"You want me to fuck this ass, Coach?" Brad teased.
"Gotta have it, stud. Gotta have it right now." Coach Jackson groaned, fucking himself on his athlete's finger.
Brad smoothly withdrew his finger and placed his huge cock head at Coach Jackson's hole. He wasn't quite through teasing his whining coach underneath him but before he could play around Coach Jackson grabbed it and shoved it up his ass in one push.
"FUCK YEAH!" Coach Jackson yelled, clamping his tight hole around the huge dick inside of him and slamming down on it.
"God damn, I needed that big cock." He whined, bringing down his muscle ass with a hard slap each time he hit bottom.
Brad was in awe as his Coach took control and impaled himself on his thick cock over and over again. Coach must have really needed it.
The grunts coming from the giant man underneath him were unintelligible now. Brad just let him take control. As Coach Jackson's groans became higher and more urgent Brad knew the giant man underneath him was about to unleash a huge load.
"UUUUUUUUUUUURGGGH" Coach Jackson bellowed underneath him as Brad felt the tight ass clamped around his cock start to contract uncontrollably. He couldn't see it but he was sure Coach Jackson was hosing down the grass underneath them with a mammoth load, the towel most likely ineffective.
Now it was Brad's turn to get his nut in. He started fucking his coach with hard slams, he could feel his balls starting to tighten up against him.
And then, out of nowhere a flashlight shone right into their eyes, immediately blinding the two of them, Brad's impending orgasm stopped right in its tracks.
"What the-?" Brad yelled, trying to shield his eyes away from the light.
"Well look what we have here." Said a low, husky voice from beyond the light.
"Looks like we may have interrupted a couple of love birds who couldn't keep their hands off of each other until they got home." Another equally intimidating voice replied.
The flashlight turned off as Brad and Coach Jackson heard two sets of heavy feet approach them. As Brad's eyes finally adjusted to the absence of the blinding light he could just make out two intimidating figures making their way toward them. He almost saw something glinting on one of their chests but couldn't be sure. The two figures stopped in front of them before one of them spoke.
"It appears these two folks have found themselves in a bit of a situation, doesn't it Officer Davis?" The first one said. He crossed his arms, the handcuffs hanging from his belt jingling menacingly.
"It appears so, Officer Jones. What do you suppose we do with them?" The second one replied, kneeling down flashing Brad a cocky smile. The only thing Brad could see was the scared shitless expression on his face reflected from the dark sunglasses resting on the officer's face.
Coach Jackson was frozen, speechless underneath him, still impaled on his athlete's big cock. Brad could just make out these two officers. The first one was an intimidatingly built black man, most likely in his early 30's. His head was shaved and he looked like he could bench press his own fucking house. The second one was older, most likely in his 40's, the hair at his temples starting to grey. This guy was tall, probably 6'5, and kept himself in great shape. He kept a clean shaven face and moonlight reflected off of his pale, white skin. He took off his sunglasses, wanting to get a good look at the handsome jock kneeling in front of him in the dark night sky. If this guy wore them just to look even more intimidating it was working.
"Just how old are you, kid?" Officer Jones asked, flashing Brad a smile.
"I'm 18, sir." Brad answered, knowing this could have ended very badly if he had been a minor. Luckily he wasn't.
"Nah, I would have guessed you were 22." The handsome officer replied, looking Brad over. If Brad wasn't absolutely scared shitless and feeling so exposed he would have been extremely turned on.
"The daddy here seems to have shot one amazing load, Davis. You've got to come see this." The other officer said, bringing Davis's gaze away.
Officer Davis stood up and walked over to where his partner was standing.
"Damn, that's a big load, tough guy." Officer Davis admired, looking Coach Jackson's mountainous body over. "It looks like this jock kid knows what he's doing."
"Looks like it." Officer Jones agreed.
"I like a young stud who knows how to respect his elders." Davis smirked, running his hands over his uniform. "You've got a mean cock there, daddy." He said to Coach Jackson. "I like a man with big cock that's man enough to take it up the ass."
Brad gulped. Coach Jackson's hole constricted on his cock uncontrollably.
"Look" The handsome officer Davis said, removing the gun and handcuffs portion of his belt and setting it gently on the ground. His partner did the same. "My partner and I here have no interest in forcing you men to do anything you don't want to do. The two of you are free to go, no questions asked."
Brad looked up, unsure of what to say. "Thank you, officers. It won't happen again."
"On the other hand" He began, winking at his partner. "if you two wanted to know what it's like to fool around with a couple of cops, we'd be happy to give you the opportunity." He said, running his hands over what appeared to be a sizable erection through his pants.
"What do you say, studs?" The hulking, dark Officer Jones asked.
Brad looked down at his coach and sure enough, the huge man underneath him clamped his hole around Brad's cock uncontrollably and Coach Jackson nodded his consent.
"I guess my perpetually horny chaperone and I have some time to kill." Brad said cockily, looking both of the officers confidently in the eyes. "Lead the way, officers."
Coach Jackson nervously gripped the steering wheel as he tailed the patrol car in front of him closely.
"What are you so nervous about, Coach?" His athlete asked him, noting his apprehension.
"That could have been really bad back there, Williams. We've got to be more careful."
"It could have been bad but it wasn't. I think it's turning out pretty good, don't you?" Brad replied.
Coach Jackson said nothing and kept his eyes on the road.
"I don't know about you but fucking a cop has always been a fantasy of mine. I can't wait to feel that tight cop ass around my cock." Brad said, rubbing his rock hard cock through his jeans.
"I gotta admit, it would be pretty hot to fuck a cop. Much less two." Coach Jackson replied.
"Hell yeah it will. I'm seriously boned up, too. You may forget you were the one who hosed down the grass with man cream before we got caught. I didn't get to blow my wad yet."
The patrol car in front of them made a left turn into a dark parking lot and when Coach Jackson followed it was revealed to be the police station.
Coach Jackson parked right next to the patrol car and when the officers started emerging from the car he and his athlete followed suit.
"I gotta say, Officers" Brad began, "Getting a police escort to the station so that I could fuck a couple of cops doesn't seem like common protocol."
"Just get inside, kid." Officer Jones laughed, pushing Brad playfully to the doors.
"This seems like excessive force, Officer Jones. Did I do something wrong?" Brad teased, clearly loving this.
Officer Davis sighed. "Kid, my partner and I have been bringing jocks like you and your daddy friend here back to the station to fool around with since before you could say the alphabet. I guarantee you we've heard every cop joke in the book."
"Well excuse me, then." Brad replied with a surly tone, walking into the station.
The officers turned on the lights and they walked past the administration office. They were clearly the only ones there, which was a relief. They led the way past the offices and came into a sort of barracks that had two sets of bunk beds against the walls. The beds were made up in a way it was clear that this room wasn't used often, most likely only for occasions like this when Officer Jones and Officer Davis found someone to bring back to the station for some fun.
"You'll have to forgive the lack of foreplay but my partner here and I are still on the clock technically, so the sooner we can get this thing started the better." Officer Davis said, staring at the younger athlete and his hulking coach.
"That works for us. We need to be getting on the road anyway." Brad replied.
"Alright, I know which one I want." Officer Davis said, licking his lips and walking slowly up to the cocky athlete and putting his hands on his ass. "I want a shot at this jock ass and I know my partner here would really get off on fucking the daddy." He added, nodding to his black partner.
"Not so fast officers." Brad interjected, grabbing Officer Davis's hands and pinning them above his head. "My ass isn't for sale." He said licking the handsome cop on his face. "And neither is his." He nodded to Coach Jackson.
"Come on, kid. You gotta let me fuck that jock ass." Officer Davis begged, unable to free himself from Brad's hold.
"Yeah, and the daddy looks like he can sure take it like a man." Officer Jones added, grabbing two meaty ass cheeks off of Coach Jackson.
"Oh he can, trust me." Brad replied. "But I'm the only one who gets his hole. Are we clear?"
"Fuck kid, I don't know about this-" Officer Davis muttered. "This isn't the way it usually goes."
"You're telling me you've never taken that big black cock of his before, Officer Davis?" Brad questioned, nodding to Officer Jones.
The look on Davis's face was unmistakable. He turned scarlet.
"All those late nights at the station with nothing to do but each other?" Brad continued, loving this.
"Alright, kid, you may get me to bend over for you but good luck getting my partner here to do it." He replied. Jones nodded. "I say we make a trade. I'll take it for the team for me and my partner here but one of you two is going to have to ante up, too."
Coach Jackson's eyes wandered over the huge black man standing in front of him and Brad immediately got a bad feeling about this. Coach Jackson wanted it. It'd be one thing for Brad to let Coach Jackson take his big black cock out of obligation but it was another story if he was wanting it this badly.
"Sorry officers, no deal." Brad shook his head. Coach Jackson flashed a sign of disappointment but quickly recovered. "You either get both of us or none of us. Your call."
Officer Davis looked over at his partner trying to gauge his response. It was clear Davis really wanted to get fucked, even if he wasn't going to admit it.
"Sorry for wasting your time, Officers." Brad sighed, calling their bluff and making his way over to the door.
"Wait!" Davis called out in defeat. "I need to blow a load and damn it, that's what I'm going to do."
Brad stopped at the door and turned around, smirking.
"Cocky little fucker." Davis said, shaking his head, smiling as he began to unbutton his uniform.
Brad moved in front of Davis and crossed his arms as he watched his soon-to-be conquest start to undress.
Davis got to the last button and pulled off his shirt, revealing a toned torso with a light dusting of hair. Brad ran his hands over it approvingly. He loved hairy dads, and since Coach Jackson was 100% smooth this was going to be a refreshing change.
Brad and Officer Davis looked over to their partners who had managed to find themselves in a lip lock. Brad took the initiative to follow suit and brought his lips to Davis's and began to assault his mouth with his tongue.
It was clear that Brad and Officer Davis were the two alphas in the room and Coach Jackson and Officer Jones were the betas. The fact that the alphas were paired with each other and the betas were paired with the betas was an interesting pairing.
"I want to see what I'm giving it up for, kid." Officer Davis said, pulling Brad's shirt over his head. "Fuck, stud. You're built."
"Wait til you get a good look at my coach there." Brad replied, nodding to Coach Jackson.
"So that's what you two are. My partner and I couldn't pin you two down on the ride over. I gotta say, it's pretty hot."
"We certainly seem to think so." Brad replied, going back to kissing.
"Those two don't say much do they?" Davis laughed, nodding to the other two in the room.
"Nah, they just do what they're told." Brad replied. "You should see him on the field, though. You don't want to piss that monster off."
"Interesting." Davis nodded. "So you said your coach's hole belongs to you and you alone?"
"That's right." Brad replied.
"Is it the same the other way around?" Davis asked.
"What do you think?" Brad answered, thrusting his tongue into the officer's mouth.
Davis just grinned in response, clear of what the answer was. "Fuck, kid. You're something else."
"What about you and Jones here? You ever had a shot at that black ass?" Brad asked sinisterly.
Davis said nothing and continued to kiss the young athlete.
"Exactly what I thought. I knew you were a bottom from the moment I saw you."
"I'll have you know I've fucked plenty of ass on these beds, you cocky son of a bitch." Davis replied, biting the young jock's lip playfully.
"I didn't say you haven't." Brad countered.
They heard a groan coming from the other end of the room. Coach Jackson had taken off his shirt and Jones was pinching his nipples tightly as they made out. Jones's pants were around his ankles, his huge black cock sticking out against Coach Jackson's hip and leaking precum.
"We better get this show on the road, stud." Officer Davis said, breaking away and laying down on the mattress, staring up at the younger athlete expectantly.
"You got any lube, Officer?" Brad asked rubbing his palms on the officer's knees.
"Third drawer on the left." Officer Davis answered, nodding to the desk on the wall.
"No shit." Brad chuckled. "That's exactly what he said the first time I took his ass." He said, gesturing to his massive coach.
Brad collected the lube and started to squeeze some out on his palm, getting his dick ready before tossing it to the hot cop in front of him. "I guess you daddy bottoms think alike."
Officer Davis smirked in response as he lubed up his hole.
"You better be worth all the shit talk you do, kid." Davis remarked. "You better fuck me like I want it."
"Now look who's the tough guy." Brad grinned, lining his cock up against the tight cop hole awaiting him.
Officer Davis just smirked as he felt that thick jock cock at his hole.
Chapter 9
"Come on Ollie! Right there! God damn, you're going to fuck it out of me again! Come on! UUUUUUUUUGHHH" Mr. Williams yelled as the fourth load of the night was fucked out of him against the living room wall as I deposited my third load up his ass.
He collapsed against the wall, catching his breath as I kissed his shoulder.
"I tap out!" Mr. Williams panted, making a 'T' with his hands and leaning back to kiss me. "Fuck, you're amazing, Ollie."
"Not as amazing as you, Mr. Williams." I replied, kissing him gently. "You can sure take a pounding."
"I can't feel my legs." He laughed, getting up and trying to stand up straight. "I think you officially fucked me stupid."
His big dick was still rock hard as he stretched. I loved how his huge cock stayed hard so long after I fucked him. There was no denying how much he loved getting fucked. It made me feel good that I could make him feel that way. He turned to me and looked into my eyes warmly, leaning in to kiss me gently.
There was no denying it. I was in love with this man. I had never felt this way about any of my conquests before. This was all new to me.
"Look at us studs." He pulled away, grinning. "We got the whole first floor out of the way on night 1."
I laughed, continuing to kiss him.
"We may run out of rooms and have to start over again." He laughed.
"Oh come on, Mr. Williams. Even the two of us must have some limit."
"Well I'm willing to find out if you are." He replied, leaning down to pull on his boxers.
"So what do you want to do now?" I asked, following his lead and starting to put my clothes back on as well.
"I don't know. It seems like such a waste to not be fucking while we have the whole house to ourselves." He replied, pulling his shirt over his head. I laughed, seeing a huge streak of cum soaking the front. He didn't seem to notice.
"What's so funny?" He asked. He looked down and sighed. "Man, how much did I shoot?"
"I'd say lot." I laughed, wiping down the side of the wall where he had shot moments earlier.
"Alright, Sunday morning we're going over every flat surface in this house with Lysol and a mop." He sighed, putting his arm around my shoulder.
"Sounds like a plan." I smiled, kissing him softly.
We walked upstairs exhausted. "See you in the morning, Mr. Williams." I said to him as I started to round the corner to my room.
"Where do you think you're going, stud?" He called out.
I turned around confused and found him standing at his own bedroom door, smiling.
"Oh-" I stammered, surprised I hadn't made the connection.
"Kate's not here. I want you in bed with me where you belong." He said warmly.
"There's no place I'd rather be, Mr. Williams." I replied, walking in as he held the door open for me.
Despite how exhausted and oversexed we were, I fucked two more loads out of Mr. Williams that night. The thought of fucking him in his own bed excited both of us too much to not act on it. He fell asleep with my arms wrapped around him holding him close to me. There really was no place I'd rather be.
Brad Williams looked over to the other bed where Coach Jackson and the dark, hunky Officer Jones were making out furiously and grinding their cocks against each other. Brad was pleased to see that despite the fact that Officer Jones had a huge cock, Coach Jackson may have had him beat by an inch in length. Thickness, it was no contest. Officer Jones wet his index finger and subtly reached down and started teasing Coach Jackson's hole. Coach Jackson groaned and stuck his tongue even farther into the officer's mouth as he enjoyed the nipple play and hole teasing he was receiving from the hunky officer. Brad was amazed the mattress they were laying on could support them. There was over 500 pounds of muscle on that bed.
"Yeah, you like me playing with your hole, man?" Officer Jones asked as he thrust his index finger in and out of Coach Jackson's hole smoothly.
"Oh fuck yeah I do." Coach Jackson groaned.
Brad was going to keep an eye on those two. Coach Jackson's hole was his. He was okay with a finger or two sneaking their way in but that was where he drew the line.
"You gonna let me fuck this muscle ass?" Jones asked, kissing Coach Jackson softly.
Coach Jackson groaned and turned his head to look at his athlete.
Brad said nothing and met his stare.
"I- can't-" Coach Jackson whimpered underneath the hulking black officer. "I'm sorry, man. It belongs to the kid."
Brad smirked and looked down at his own hot hunk cop, who was growing impatient.
"You ready for this jock cock, Officer Davis?" Brad Williams teased the hot older cop in heat laying before him.
"Come on, kid. Fuck me." Davis grinned, reaching up and pounding his fist hard on the athlete's chest.
"Yeah, give that cop what he wants, Williams." Coach Jackson commanded as he watched his athlete sink his big cock into the tight cop hole.
"Fuck kid!" Davis groaned as Brad filled up the handsome cop.
"Too much for you, Officer Davis?" Brad teased, gyrating his hips so the hunky cop could feel everything he had to offer.
"Not at all, kid. You're just right." The handsome officer moaned, closing his eyes and adjusting to the size of the athlete's cock. "Fuck, that's good."
Brad began to thrust in and out, leaning down to give the muscle cop a sloppy kiss.
"Take that cop ass, Williams!" Coach Jackson called from the other mattress.
Brad took his mouth off of his willing bottom's and looked over at his coach.
Coach Jackson and Officer Jones were still grinding their giant cocks against each other, almost as if they were trying to will the other to give in and give up their ass. They were making out furiously. Coach Jackson's giant pecks were red and raw from so much pinching.
"I gotta have that ass, man." Officer Jones begged, his finger still jutting in and out of Coach Jackson's hole.
"Not gonna happen, stud." Coach Jackson replied, a hint of regret in his voice.
Brad sympathized with his slutty coach. "You really want to get fucked, Coach?" He asked, really railing into Officer Davis.
Coach Jackson pried his lips off of Jones and looked back at his athlete. "Fuck yeah I do. You'll let me, Williams?"
"Not a chance." Brad replied, immediately withdrawing his thick cock from the officer underneath him.
"Hey, what gives?" Officer Davis yelled, frustrated as he was so close to getting his nut in.
"Sorry, Officer. My coach needs to get his ass fucked." He said, pinching the officer's hairy nipple. "What do you say we make a trade?" Brad asked, looking at the dark Officer Jones.
"Oh fuck yeah!" Jones yelled, stepping off of the bed. He leaned down and gave Coach Jackson a loud, wet kiss and gave his nipple a good tug. "Damn, I wish I could have taken this big ass for a ride."
"Me too, stud." Coach Jackson replied, sending the big man off with a loud spank.
"I want to see you fuck the shit out of your partner there, Jones." Brad told Officer Jones, giving him another hard spank.
"Yeah, I want to see that, too." Davis winked from the other mattress, spreading his legs wide for his partner.
"Alright, Coach. You wanted to get your ass fucked?" Brad said, turning his attention back to his horny coach.
"Fuck yeah, Williams. I gotta have that big cock."
Brad pushed Coach Jackson down onto the mattress and slapped his rock hard cock on the coach's abs.
"I wanted to breed that cop hole bad, so you better make it up to me." Brad said, giving Coach Jackson's already swollen, inflamed nipples a good pinch.
"Fuck!" Coach Jackson winced. "Come on, Williams, I need it now."
"Such needy bottoms in this place, huh, Jones?" Brad questioned, looking over at the other bed.
"I'll say. It's a good thing you and I are able to shut them up and give them what they want." Jones replied, slamming his huge black cock into his handsome partner in one hard thrust.
"Fuck Jones!" Officer Davis yelled.
"Oh come on, Davis. You don't have to put on a show for us. We all know how used to that big black cock you are." Brad called out as he followed suit and slammed his whole cock up his coach in one thrust.
Coach Jackson just groaned and took it like the man he was.
"Yeah, that's how you take cock." Brad praised, running his hands over Coach Jackson's concrete abs and giving his beer can cock a few strokes.
"Fuck yeah, come on, Jones!" Officer Davis taunted his partner, giving his big black ass a hard spank.
"That's it, Davis! I knew the slut bottom in you would come out." Brad called out, enjoying the show.
"Oh fuck, Williams. You've got me so fucking close." Coach Jackson whimpered, bringing up his massive hand to start stroking his leaking beer can cock.
"Not a chance." Brad shouted, slapping Coach Jackson's hand away.
"Come on, Williams. I need to blow." Coach Jackson whined.
"Hey Officer Jones, you tap that tight cop hole often?" Brad called out.
"You bet your ass I do, kid." Jones replied.
"Yeah, you know how to fuck the cum out of him like a real man?" Brad pressed.
"Hell yeah, I do. Davis here loves my big black dick, don't you Davis?" Jones questioned the handsome hunk he was slamming into.
"Fuck yeah, I do, Jones. No one gets me off like you do." He moaned, his rock hard cock slapping against his stomach as Jones fucked him.
"What do you say we make a little bet, Jones?" Brad taunted the hulking cop furiously fucking his partner.
"I'm listening." Jones replied.
"Let's give these little slut bottoms here what they want. I'm sure you know every inch of that partner there of yours and what makes him tick. God knows I've been dicking Coach Jackson often enough to know what he likes."
"Yeah?" Jones said, trying to follow.
"First one to get their bitch to cum wins. Hands-free, of course. If I win I get to breed your partner again and if you win I'll let you have my Coach's hole."
"I like the way you think, kid." Jones replied with a wicked smile.
"So do we have a deal?" Brad asked, reaching over to extend a hand.
"Deal." Jones replied, shaking the athlete's hand with a firm grip.
Without another word the sound of big, muscly hips slamming into big, meaty bottoms filled the room as both men raced to get their bottom to blow their wads.
"Holy fuck!" Davis cried out as his hulking partner railed into him.
Brad stared his coach down as he fucked him. There was no way he was going to lose this. Coach Jackson was speechless. His eyes were closed and his huge cock was just aching to release what was sure to be a huge load.
"Come on, Davis, give me that nut. I know you have it." Jones commanded, slamming into his partner.
"I'm so fucking close, Jones. Come on, right there. Fuck man. It's right there. Fuck!" Davis shouted, on the edge.
"UUNNNNNNNGHHHH" Coach Jackson bellowed as his massive cock began to unload, sending ropes of cum absolutely everywhere.
"FUUUUUUUUUCK!" Davis screamed as he painted Jones and himself with thick jets of cum.
Both men's groans were unintelligible as they had the cum fucked out of them. Brad and Officer Jones unloaded at the exact same time, filling their respective partners with heavy loads.
Brad leaned down to give his coach a congratulatory kiss, thanking him for sealing his victory. The pride Brad had for his coach was unmistakable.
"Fuck, kid. You sure know how to fuck." Jones sighed, admitting defeat. "I swear Davis was just one second behind."
"He sure was." Brad smirked. "It's almost as if your partner there held out as long as he could so he'd get a chance to get my cock inside of him again."
Davis turned scarlet and Jones gave an exhausted sigh. Brad slowly withdrew his cock from his coach's twitching hole and walked over proudly to the two officers.
"I'll be taking over from here, Officer." Brad said cockily as he gave Jones a pat on the back.
"Fuck, he blew a load 2 minutes ago and he's already ready for more." Jones said, shaking his head. He withdrew his cock from his partner and he and the athlete watched as cum slowly started to drip out of the handsome cop's hole.
"You old folks just get tuckered out so easily." Brad teased, taking his place as Davis's hole to collect his prize.
"Cocky son of a bitch." Jones smiled, shaking his head.
"You ready to finish what we started, Officer Davis?" Brad asked, swirling some of the cum Davis had shot on his chest around.
"Do your worst, kid." Davis grinned, putting his arms behind his head and twitching his hole enticingly.
Brad easily slipped his cock into the cum-slicked hole of the hunky officer.
"Yeah, kid. Get your nut." Davis said, giving the athlete a quick pinch on his nipple.
"You know you're going to give me another load, Davis." Brad commanded, swirling more of Davis's cum in his chest hair.
"Kid, not all of us can go again so fast like you can." Davis replied, skeptically.
"Does that sound like another challenge?" Brad called out to his coach, who was standing at the side of the bed enjoying the show.
"It sure does, Williams. Fuck the cum out of that back talking cop. Again." Coach Jackson yelled.
"Oh fuck." Davis groaned as Brad really starting fucking him.
"There's no use trying to prove him wrong, Davis." Coach Jackson said, scooping up some of Davis's cum from his chest and bringing it to his mouth. "Trust me. If Williams wants another load from you he'll get it." He said, sucking it into his mouth.
"Listen to the coach, Officer Davis. He knows what's talking about." Brad smirked.
Brad continued powerfucking the hunky officer as he claimed his prize. He grabbed at Davis's rock hard cock. "Looks like someone managed to get it up again. And so soon."
"Fuck, kid-" Davis groaned as Brad worked over his swollen cock.
"Man, you're making this easy for me, Officer." Brad gloated, long dicking the tight, willing cop hole.
"Fuck, he's going to do it!" Davis moaned through gritted teeth. "He's going to fuck it out of me again."
Brad continued to jerk that big cop cock until he knew Davis was about to blow another load. Immediately he removed his hand and let it slap down onto his hairy chest.
"Yeah, Williams." Coach Jackson said, grinning, knowing his athlete was going to fuck another hands-free load out of the moaning cop.
"Cocky little son of a bitch-" Jones repeated, shaking his head at the balls this young jock had.
"I'm going to fuck another hands-free load out of you, Officer Davis. Because I can." Brad gloated, slamming into the officer below him.
"UUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNGGGHHHH" Davis yelled as his cock belched out a jet of sperm, hitting himself in the face.
"Goddamn!" Jones yelled, clapping in applause.
Brad leaned down to the officer's face and licked up the cum he had successfully fucked out of him and let it drip into the officer's mouth.
"That's what you get" Brad panted as he neared his own climax "for doubting me, Officer." Brad gave one more powerful thrust and unloaded into the exhausted officer who was trying to catch his breath.
"Goddamn, that kid can fuck!" Officer Jones commended, patting the athlete on the back.
"I can certainly vouch for that." Coach Jackson laughed.
"What do you say, Officer?" Brad gloated, running his hands over the officer's completely drenched chest. "Can I fuck or what?"
"Like a goddamn champ." Officer Davis panted, clearly exhausted.
"You bet your ass I can." Brad said proudly, withdrawing his dick from the officer's tired hole.
Brad bent down and grabbed Coach Jackson's boxers and threw them over to him.
"Thanks for the good time, Officers." He said as he began to step into his own boxers. "But my coach here and I have to get back on the road."
"Fuck, kid. Come back any time." Officer Davis said exhaustedly, reaching out his hand for Brad to shake.
"You too, stud." Jones agreed, patting Coach Jackson on the shoulder.
"You guys are like dynamite. I'd certainly love to fuck with you two again." Davis sighed.
"We'll keep that in mind, officers." Brad smiled as he threw on his shirt and pants. "You be sure and keep making our streets safe."
"You got it, kid." Jones laughed as he sat down on the bed next to his partner.
"Hey, where are you two headed anyway?" Davis asked.
"He's taking me up to his cabin for the weekend." Brad answered, slapping his coach on the back affectionately.
"It's a reward for winning a huge game tonight." Coach added.
"Yeah, big, masculine, burly Coach Jackson here promised me his hole for 72 hours if I won him this game. And I intend to take him up on it." Brad grinned as he grabbed his coach's ass possessively.
"I don't doubt that for one second, kid." Officer Davis laughed. "Enjoy." He said, to the two of them equally.


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Hi all,
A client has a bit of a problem. He has lost all of his (100% owned) company's money on spread-betting, and is facing a grim few years skint, but still paying the CT on his profitable trading activity.
I know that spread-betting is non-taxable (BIM22020 et al) although the cases on that all refer to individuals. Has anyone seen this claimed as a trading loss in a company CT return?
The ideal would be to get trading relief, but worst possible would be to treat it as dividends. If it can't be relievable as taxable losses, does it just get washed through as a non-taxable company loss? or am I missing something.
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Was the spreadbetting done in the name of the company or the individual?
Two possibilities
If the trading account was in the individual's name the money was his and he must have received it from the company as either salary, loan or dividend. The facts will determine which and the tax consequences of this will follow as normal. Probably a loan that he cannot now repay.
In the unlikely event that the trading account was in the company's name there will be no tax relief available for the loss. In the same way as there would be no tax due had the betting activity generated a profit. That's why gambling winnings are not taxable - most people lose money and to tax the net winnings would mean allowing gamblers to offset their losses. It makes no difference whether the gambler is an individual or a corporate. The only time profits and losses from gambling are treated as taxable/allowable is when the 'gambler' has set things up as a clear business proposition. Not many people pursue this route as it would mean all their winnings would become taxable.
For obvious reasons ....
whoever is taking his 'bets' would not have contracted knowingly with a limited company.
Your client was very rash I'm afraid - he should have traded CFDs if he wanted the possibility to offset losses not spread bets.


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Orange County District Attorney Tony Rackauckas has accused the Sheriff's Department of botching the case against a detective who learned in April that he was being charged with child molestation and committed suicide later that day.
In a June 11 letter to sheriff's officials, Rackauckas accused department investigators of "merely going through the motions" in the probe against 20-year veteran Gerald F. Stenger III. Rackauckas also said the department had a conflict of interest when investigating its own employees on suspicion of criminal wrongdoing and should turn over those cases to his office.
Sheriff Sandra Hutchens, who has been on the job for less than four months, rejected Rackauckas' request. In an interview Wednesday, Hutchens questioned why her department should break from the standard practice followed by every other California law agency: investigating their own employees.
"(Rackauckas) seems to be criticizing the Orange County Sheriff's Department on a regular basis," Hutchens said. "Because of what has happened in the past, we're an easy target."
The Orange County Register obtained Rackauckas' letter as well as Hutchens' reply through the California Pubilc Records Act.
In October 2006, Rackauckas criticized the department for refusing to hand over the investigation into the death of a man killed by inmates at Theo Lacy jail while deputies watched television nearby. A subsequent grand jury probe showed evidence of widespread negligence and misbehavior by deputies – apparently overlooked by the sheriff's investigation.
In the Stenger case, Rackauckas said, sheriff's officials got off to a bad start by assigning one of Stenger's former co-workers as the lead investigator.
Furthermore, Rackauckas said detectives:
•Failed to seek a search warrant of Stenger's home in Aliso Viejo, where investigators from the District Attorney's Office later found hundreds of thousands of images of child pornography, some homemade and featuring his adopted son. Sheriff's detectives did not interview the son – who denied to prosecutors that he was molested. The illicit pornography was on videotape and in Stenger's computer hard drive.
•Did not place Stenger, 41, on paid leave despite what appeared to be a suicide attempt hours after learning of the investigation from a sheriff's detective. Instead, the department allowed him to return to duty, where he retained his ability to carry a gun and access a confidential computer at the District Attorney's Office. It was through that computer that Stenger ultimately learned he was being charged. The complaint was filed less than an hour later and sealed from the public, out of concern for his safety.
•Left the apparent suicide attempt out of the official police report, ignoring what Rackauckas called "strong evidence tending to show a consciousness of guilt." Investigators did not attempt to get the medical records or interview paramedics.
•And conducted an "odd and deficient" interview of Stenger, telling him that prosecutors would probably not file charges that he molested a boy more than 10 years earlier. "One could easily conclude that the investigators had made up their minds about the case before questioning," Rackauckas said. He noted that a sheriff's investigator sent an e-mail to a deputy district attorney, calling the case "a reject."
Rackauckas urged the Sheriff's Department to hand over all future investigations involving sheriff's personnel suspected of criminal wrongdoing. His letter followed several meetings between the two organizations to hammer out complaints over the Stenger investigation.
"Maintaining the public confidence that a criminal investigation is conducted in an unbiased and objective fashion is vital to our community," Rackauckas wrote. "We believe the general public would be severely dismayed by the (Sheriff's Department's) investigation and would question its decision to investigate the matter in the first place."
In a written response dated June 26 – two days after her swearing-in ceremony – Hutchens acknowledged the "deficiencies" in the investigation and said they would be corrected. She also invited Rackauckas to ask every other police agency in Orange County to hand off their internal criminal investigations to his office.
"I recommend you forward the issue to the Orange County Chiefs of Police and Sheriff's Association to encourage input and discussion," Hutchens wrote.
Hutchens admitted in her letter that mistakes were made by the department she inherited.
"Captain (Tim) Board, who oversees the Criminal Investigations Division, has assumed full responsibility for failing to identify any deficiencies in the (Stenger) investigation," Hutchens wrote. "Captain Board also assures me that appropriate measures have been taken to prevent any recurrence in the future."
After a six-month investigation, Stenger was charged in April with molesting an 11-year-old boy he had met through the Big Brothers program. Stenger was assigned that morning to report to the Orange County Jail, where authorities were waiting to quietly arrest him.
Instead, Stenger drove his department-issued Ford Crown Victoria to a shopping center parking garage, where he shot himself in the head. After the shooting, investigators from the District Attorney's Office learned that he had accessed the agency's computer 400 times during the probe to see whether charges had been filed.
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Photos of Jennifer Lopez and Marc Anthony At Beso
Marc Brings His Favorite Madre Jennifer For Besos
Marc Brings His Favorite Madre Jennifer For Besos
Jennifer Lopez and Marc Anthony were the latest celebrity lovebirds to enjoy a romantic dinner at Beso in LA this weekend. The meal left dressed-to-the-nines J Lo and Marc all smiles on the way back out to their car. Now that Jennifer's Pasadena eatery Madres closed up shop, they might as well support another celebrity restaurateur and, even better, friend Eva Longoria's popular hotspot. Jennifer celebrated her 39th birthday just last week, but this new mom and future triathalete is livelier than ever and clearly still rocking those sexy dresses.
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London: Salma Hayek does not go "very long" without seeing her husband Francois-Henri Pinault.
The "Tale of Tales" star has praised her "angel (and) saint" of her husband for always supporting her and their eight-year-old daughter Valentina, despite her busy filming schedules, reported Femalefirst.
Talking about the 54-year-old businessman, she said: "That one is an angel, a saint. We also never go without seeing each other for very long. I also work around his schedule."
However, when an acting job comes up that will mean she's away from her family for long periods, she often turns it down in favour of being at home with her family.


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Hi all,
Today is the start of the brand new sketch challenge over at Try stampin on Tuesdays
Here is the sketch to follow and the optional theme,
Theme: wiggles or waves
Today I dug out an old stamp set that's been sitting at the bottom of my stamp box and I'm so glad I did there so lovely, it's called Ahoy There by Docrafts Papermania.
The papers I used are also by Docrafts and there called Portabella road, such good quality papers for such a cheap price.
Hope you stop by and join in
Lynda xx
13 Jun 2017
Sailing away
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Most Sprint customers are happy to finally have the iPhone, but for some users, the experience has been less than stellar. A small, but growing number of Sprint customers are complaining of slow data speeds. So slow that Siri and other network-sensitive features won't work.
These complaints started the same day the iPhone 4S was released and continue until today. A thread at Sprint's community forums that chronicles the problem has almost 248,000 views and over 1,300 replies. It's one of the top forum posts on Sprint's public message board.
Sprint's head of product development, Fared Adib told CNET that the carrier is aware of the complaints, but has not been able to reproduce the slowed data connections some users are reporting. Sprint is reportedly working with Apple to track down the problem, if there is one, and find out whether it is hardware or software-related. Once they have identified a root cause, the two companies can work on a fix. When an update is available, Adib said Sprint will get it out quickly to users who are affected by this problem.


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Talking about sports, like winning the lotto and undergoing surgery, goes better with a cold beer. Make every hour happy hour with today's Groupon: for $17, you get a ticket to a beer tasting during a NFL, NBA, or NCAA game plus 10% off groceries at Farmer's Harvest in Huntington Beach. Pals and owners Joe Rovirosa and Joel Barker's Farmer's Harvest, a specialty market and neighborhood jaunt, stocks breads, pastries, and an impressive selection of munchables. The grocer holds beer tasting events throughout the NFL and NCAA football season, as well as the NCAA and NBA basketball season, allowing you to sample a carefully chosen on-tap selection, from some of the nearly 400 craft beers available, while rooting for athletes. The 10% grocery discount can be used for post-game dainties in the specialty wine and cheese aisles, the fresh pastry quadrant, or the nuts and legume compound. Check the event schedule for game days and tasting times.
The Orange County Register's blog Food Frenzy featured Farmer's Harvest Market. Yelpers give the market an average rating of 4.5 stars, and more than 1,800 Facebookers are fans.
- Farmer's Harvest has 400 craft beers (you can make your own six pack), lots of artisan products (at premium prices) and a huge selection of fruits and veggies (conventionally grown, but dirt cheap). – Jeff Overley, Orange County Register
- I've taken many friends (from Irvine to Long Beach to Pasadena) to this store for beer tastings, and they were all jealous that this store wasn't closer to them. – ANGIE R., Yelp


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Keynote Moderator at Money20/20 2016
Keynote Moderator at Money20/20 2016
Bob Hedges is a partner with the global management consulting firm A.T. Kearney where he leads both the Global and the Americas Financial Services Practices. He has extensive consulting experience with a focus on retail banking strategy, marketing, distribution and channel strategies, innovation and growth in retail financial services, digital commerce, operating models, and large-scale transformation. Bob is based in A.T. Kearney's Boston office.
Notable client engagements include:• Projects to enhance the customer experience, identify and deliver process improvements and productivity gains, and manage multichannel delivery systems to maximize profitable market share for leading national banks• Customer acquisition and marketing strategies for regional banks seeking to capitalize on marketplace dissatisfaction from large bank acquisition and consolidation activity• Consumer bank channel usage behavior analysis and strategies for process reengineering and cost reduction • Mobile banking and payment strategies for customer acquisition and strategic growth• Revenue remediation models and product strategies for leading retail banks• Payment and interchange revenue strategies for leading banks and networks• Acquisition due diligence for private equity firms
Bob is also a highly regarded and widely quoted industry commentator and author.
Before joining A.T. Kearney, he was a managing director at AlixPartners and the cofounder and managing partner of Mercatus, a strategic consulting firm focused on retail financial services. He also held leadership roles at Shawmut Bank, FleetBoston, and Fidelity Investments and gained consulting experience at the MAC Group (now Gemini Consulting) and First Manhattan Consulting Group. He earned his undergraduate degree from Dartmouth College and has an MBA from the MIT Sloan School of Management.