yeah time for OP to post some hardcore footage lol

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I have to have some boundaries on what I post here. I might post some more explicit ones, but not sure yet. There is plenty of other places on the internet to find hardcore footage if your looking

Ocean's Fourteen

I have a close friend that I don't want to give up his name for this story, so we will refer to him as Ocean. Ocean loves to gamble. He has never been a big poker player. Action is too slow for him. He loves table games and even plays high denomination slots. But his true love is sports betting. There's not a sport he don't like to bet. He does have an above average knowledge of sports and can pick winners pretty well. Again he LOVES action. So betting straight games isn't for him. I mean he does it sometimes and prefers to bet a huge dog money line. He will search for a +1000 boxer or a +900 tennis player. Aside from that he is the parlay king. He will do a parlay from 3 teams to 10 teams. As many of us know the house has a huge edge on parlays. The thing with him is, he's that guy you know who always misses his parlay by one game. Which keeps the hope alive. Don't get me wrong, he has won some pretty decent chunks some weeks. I've seen him win $35k+. Those are the weeks he nails his 5 teamers. I've honestly seen him miss 9 team dog parlays by one game. Like a $50 bet to win $60k. He definately has come close a few times. With that said, over the haul he is down. He has gone weeks straight losing $10-$15k a week. I happened to be a first hand witness to one of these downswings.

So Ocean just kept losing and losing. Week after week. Ocean makes pretty good money doing Ocean like things. He also makes pretty decent gambling scores every now and then. For example a $16k slot win on a $50 a spin machine. But all Ocean's side business and gambling payouts couldn't withstand this brutal downswing of busted parlays. It got to the point where he had to be shut off. Ocean is a man of his word and when he owes money he pays it. There's not too many guys like him around in the gambling world, or even the real world for that matter. Most would duck a $30k+ sports debt if they didn't have it. I mean, it wasn't a loan, it was a wager on a sporting event. Anyhow the pressure was on.

So I get a call from Ocean and he tells me he has a plan to get the money. He says he needs me and a couple extra guys. I guess he had a contact who had a contact a state away for bulk marijuana. He had asked his local contact to link him up with the out of state guy. He says he had already met the out of state guy briefly and has his # now. I'm sure you all can see where this is going. He's arranging a sale of 20 pounds of high grade marijuana at $3k a pound, and there's a $10k cut for me. I wasn't sure of the exact details but in the meantime I contacted a couple of my go to guys. So I briefly tell my

guys what's going on and tell them I'm going to need them for the night and offer them 20 grams of blow each. I say it's $50 a gram, so their each making $1k. The nice part there is I'm actually giving them like $240 each at my cost. They're in and Ocean has us meet him at a local McDonald's to discuss details. He made sure to never let my guys know how much we were grabbing. Didn't want greed to set in. Ocean wants to meet at a hotel and violently rob these guys in the room or parking lot. But after some background info and hearing them talk on speakerphone, I had a better plan.

My plan was to go to the casino and book a room there. The contact he was meeting was very passive and hippie like. There was absolutely no need for aggression. The casino makes everyone feel safe as far as violence and being robbed goes. The idea was to leave his car parked in the parking garage and have a fake spare key. He was then suppose to wine and dine the contact in the casino and lounge. Take him to the suite and flash money around to make the contact feel comfortable. His story was that he was also timid and worried about being robbed. That this was his safety plan so he doesn't get robbed. He wants the contact to drop the weed in his car and he will give the contact his car key to hold until they count out the payment in the room. He also gives the contact a room key. Once it's dropped we are waiting in another car and I'm hopping in Ocean's car with one guy while the other guy drives around to a different exit of the casino. We are leaving with the product and Ocean is making a run for the exit on the walk back to the hotel room.

Now all four of us arrive early. We have a couple drinks and dick around on slots trying to kill time until the contact arrives. He finally calls Ocean's phone and says he is there. So we stake out in the parking lot. Seems like 2 hours go by while he is wining and dining the guy. Ocean and the contact are finally on the same page. They go to the contacts car and drive over to Ocean's car. At this point we were listening to their conversation through Ocean's phone being left on a call with me. We could make out that they were doing the drop. They then went back into the casino. So we swooped in. Right on time there was 2 luggage bags in the back seat and you could smell the bud. We were off. My guy who was waiting for Ocean said he wasn't coming out. So I'm calling his phone over and over wondering whats going on. I get a text back from him because he doesn't want to talk in front of him. He says he's waiting on more. That there was only 10 pounds in the car. We had the car off site by now and was like WTF. It's 10 pounds let's go. The 10 pounds are going to get pieced out for $4k, so we are talking $40k. But that isn't good enough for Ocean. He demands I put his car back and leave the weed in there because he does not want his contact to think anything is suspicious. After many texts trying to change his mind I give in.

So I bring the car back and take 3 pounds out of the luggage bags and throw them in my car. I put everything back the way it was supposed to be and drove off. I wasn't letting Ocean screw me up on my cut. So I text him and tell him the car is back. I guess in the meantime him and the hippie contact had tried going to the car and it wasn't there. This kid was so shot that Ocean made him believe they were in the wrong garage. Even after the kid said it looks like his car parked next to where Ocean's car is suppose to be. He ended up walking him through the casino and out another exit to the same garage. But now the car was there. They checked on everything and went back inside. Supposedly they were waiting on a grower who had another 10. Ocean and the contact had went to the hotel room of the grower. They spent hours drinking and smoking trying to get a feel for each other all while we waited to make the getaway again. I think Ocean was getting drunk and I kept texting him and calling to see WTF was taking so long. He would answer sometimes and pretend I was his girlfriend and kind of talk to me in code. The grower eventually leaves the room and says he is going to grab the 10 pounds for him. 45 minutes go by and Ocean says he felt uncomfortable, like something wasn't right. He ends up leaving the room and making a run for it himself to his car. He gets away and has to come grab me because I was waiting inside the casino in case anything went wrong. He does and is definitely drunk. We met the other guys and they follow us home. The whole ride he ignores phone calls from the contact and complains about not getting 20 pounds. He had his heart set on that $80k score but had to settle for 7 pounds after my cut.

We get home and I drop my guys off and take my cut home. Next afternoon I got a buddy stop by to grab the weed to get rid of. I get a phone call from Ocean saying there is a car with 2 guys sitting out front his house and he needs my help. I throw on sneakers and get in my car. I start making phone calls and pick up one of the guys from the night before. He is an MMA fighter and loves to fight BTW. This kid wasn't suppose to know where Ocean lived. So I tell him to just keep driving while the car tails him and I'm going to have him meet us. I make more phone calls and arrange to have some acquaintances who live in the bad section to be at one of their spots. I have Ocean go there and were kind of pulling up at the same time. The kids I know are all coming out the house. The car that was tailing him pulls up on the side of him and not seeing my friend and I coming from the other side. Its broad daylight out and my friend has a Michael Myers mask on. The kids in the car see everyone coming out the house and start to pull off. At that point I run up to smash the drivers side window but fail as they swerve off. Turns out this was his local contact and he just wanted to talk to Ocean about what happened. He couldn't call Ocean's because he had changed his #. I guess the out of state contact was threatening him and wanted to know where Ocean lived. This instance was enough to scare the local guy in to keeping his mouth shut. He actually owed Ocean money on the side and still paid it on top of all this.

Never heard anything again about retaliation. It was over and done with. Ocean got rid of his stuff and paid his debt. The crazy thing about Ocean was he was so set on getting 20 pounds he felt like he took a loss. He called me a week after an said he has been trying to figure out a way to get the rest from the kid. I told him he was crazy. He then told me his idea of calling the contact and claiming his "evil" twin brother was the one who robbed him and that he wanted to make good on the situation. That he was going to bring the money for the 10 his twin brother took and money for 10 more. I then
told him he was delusion-ally insane and needed help. Ocean still fires as I write this, hoping to spike a big parlay.

Side Note - The whole time this went on I was not suppose to be at the casino from a prior ejection.

cliffs would be an insult to these stories

We were talking about the video and that the smacking looks really funny. It's so obvious when you know his plan is to smack her and not high five you haha.

Strip Poker Steve

About 2006 I was serving time for an assault and battery. I got sentenced to 9 months and was back in the system. After my initial orientation I was moved to a pod for inmates sentenced to anything over 6 months. There was alot of mandatory boring classes required of us. But in our free time most showered, made calls, worked out, or gambled. Gambling is pretty big in jail. Black jack is probably the most popular game, but inmates also gamble on spades, pitty pat, hearts, etc. At this time poker had already became popular. I had already been playing online/casino and was pretty decent. I can't say the same for everyone else. They were either not smart or had never been exposed to internet poker or playing in the casino. They definitely didn't have access to strategy forums and didn't get to watch poker on TV. That didn't stop them from wanting to play. All the times I've been locked up ,I was big on gambling too. This time around I decided to push the angle of No-Limit Texas Holdem. They had an idea of how to play, but I had to give them reminders of the rules. We would play cash and even tournaments. There is no actual cash in jail. The currency is items from commissary. Whatever those items cost on the commissary list is their value. So if you wanted to play the $5 freeze out. You had to bring 10 soups to ante up. Well I destroyed these guys for 2 weeks straight and had my cell stocked with everything from cookies to acne cream.

During this time I met another kid my age named Steve. He wasn't too bright, but loved to gamble and really loved poker. Come to find out he knew some of my friends. He actually had been to my house to visit my roommates when I wasn't around. But now he was in jail doing maybe 18 months for stealing his girlfriends car and driving it to Miami. He had a prior armed robbery charge where he held someone up for their bicycle when he was younger and was still on probation for it. So the judge wasn't happy about this new charge. We got to talking and he told me the story about the auto theft. Now believe it or not these actions take place over a 3-4 week period. He met a girl named Brenda who was a stripper. He had sex with her and fell in love. They started dating. He got chlamydia from her and got rid of it. He got her name tattooed down his arm in big letters. He proposed and they got married. He got chlamydia again. He steals her car and drives straight to Miami from Mass. He then calls her from a payphone to say he is sorry. She calls the cops and they trace the call. Miami police show up and arrest him. She files for divorce. He does 3 months in Dade county. He gets bus voucher back to Mass and has to serve time from his probation violation for picking up a new charge. So now he serving his sentence and waiting for the final divorce motion. Quite the weirdo, but oh well he likes poker. I have a good paid lawyer on my case and he gets me out after doing 3 weeks of my 9 month sentence on a revise and revoke motion. Long story but it works. I knew I was going home so I left all my winnings with Steve to donk off the rest of his sentence.

Now it's 2008 and I'm big into poker. I had sold my truck to a friend for $10,000 because I had lost my license. He didn't have the money so my mother had gotten him a loan and he would make the monthly payments. He stopped by to drop off the payment and surprise, he was with Steve. This friend who bought the truck was the previous link Steve had to being at my house years before. Steve was so happy to see me and wanted to talk poker. I was actually playing online at the time and showed him my account. He told me he plays online too now and has $10k in his account. I was very skeptical but hey anyone can get lucky. I later found out he was referring to play chips. He was very intrigued about poker and was eager to go the casino with me. He was already re-married to an older girl he met in jail. She was a nurse there who gave him his psych meds. Somehow he ended up talking her into quitting her job and marrying him while he was still in jail. She already had 2 kids and had been divorced. Steve isn't a bad looking kid but she is hideous. Short, fat, red hair, glasses, acne, and an ugly mug. Steve loved it because he had a free place to live and could drive her car whenever because it's not like she had to be to work or anything.

This situation works out good for me because I need transportation. Its hard to find someone with nothing else to do then drive you to the casino everyday. So we make our first trip. We play 1-2 no-limit. Steve is still as terrible as he was before. He lost his $140 he brought rather quickly and I lent him another $100. He ends up eventually losing that but did manage to hit a royal flush and win a chip set. That made his day though. I think I won a few hundred and tried to talk strategy with him on the ride home. That was painful. He ends up telling me he will have my $100 for me soon. He just needs to get paid for his delivery. He tells me he is a ****ing newspaper delivery boy. OMFG! He 25 years old and delivers newspapers for $160 a week. I told him not to sweat the hundred that he will get it back. I much rather prefer to have him cart me around to the casino for $100 poker stakes. This goes on for a while. He would lose time after time. I didn't mind because I was making money, so the $100 round trip cost wasn't to bad. But I couldn't keep giving him money to play after he would burn the $100. He got sick of waiting hours for me to finish playing to bring me home. He needed to figure out how to afford his habit. He pawned TV's, jewelry, and video games. Torched that money. Then there was one time when he made full house after full house and made $1200 on a 1-2 table. He thought he was on top of the world. He was actually willing to head to Atlantic City with his new bankroll of $1300.

We left with another friend at 12am and arrived around 530am. I was ready to check-in and get some sleep. But Steve heard about the Borgata and was ready to destroy the tables like his previous session. I pleaded with him to go to bed or at least give me half his roll. He refused and hopped a cab from the Trump Marina. My other friend played slots all night and I got some sleep. About 1230pm I wake up, shower, and head down to grab a bite. I call Steve and he sounds like he lost his balls. He donked off all his money as the regulars abused him for buy-in after buy-in. He needed money for a cab back to the Trump. I told him to wait there, that I was heading over and would give him money. I gave him $100 and that didn't last too long. He spent the next couple nights trying to sell every possession he had to me. By the time we left I owned 80% of his clothes, his beat up shell toes, bracelet, a $10 winning scratch ticket and 2 Big Y coins. He also had his wife give my friend back home her 30mg percocet script for cash down there.

He was very depressed after this trip but I told him to keep his head up. I still needed these rides. God thing for him was it was tax season and his wife gets about a $10k return for having 2 kids and having income below the poverty line. That money was gone in a month of casino trips, local cash games, and internet deposits. Once he had that much money, my $100 stakes weren't good enough anymore. He needed to stay in action and that newspaper gig wasn't cutting it. So someone tipped him off to Club Xstatic. A male strip club with predominantly male customers. I don't know what the interview process was like, but he got the job. He was now grinding on men's lap for $20 a song plus tip. Poker is a helluva drug. He had to get his fix and was willing to do whatever was necessary. He started making decent money and was always in action. He would get certain customers/sugar daddy's who would give him money outside of the job. I'm not positive of every extent he went to for the pay check. But I've heard enough to believe he was Gay for Pay. His rates depended on his poker funds. If he has money and was doing OK in poker, he wouldn't be bothered with any customers. If he needed a tourney buy-in, he was going on a date with a guy to a restaurant and then to the casino for the tourney. It always amazed me how he could donk off his stack calling a big raise with T6 sooted and never fold once he hit middle pair. I mean if I had to do what he did for that money, I would bury it in a treasure chest in my back yard.

I've stayed in contact with Steve through the years and everyone locally knows him as Strip Poker Steve. He is proud of what he does and still loves poker. He is pretty open about most things. He does love girls. He is big into internet dating and probably sleeps with a new girl a week on average for the past couple years. His range is wide when it comes to women. But poker is his main priority and he has gotten better over the past 6 years. I have many stories over the years with Steve and thought I would give a general story line on him. Sorry in advance about the pics. Thought it would really give some visual insight.



Cody is his stage name.

man u just made my week, this is brilliant stuff.
Best thread by far, keep it up man!

Dude you are literally blowing my d*mn mind! Hahahaha!!!! Gay for Pay. Classic stuff man, classic.

straight up this thread delivers like no other

thread definitely delivering

This is the best thread in the history of 2+2.

Eventually there will be sonnets written about it and subforums dedicated to it.

OP,

Why not post on your main account from now on? You have already given out your real name on that tourney site anyway.

Don't really seem like I need to even though it is something I have no problem with doing. My other account I rarely posted. Never once started a thread and had maybe 50 total posts. Most posts being in the brick and mortar venue section. It was just that my handle was the same for most of my things like FB and such. I didn't want people I knew personally linking me. But obviously much has changed. For now I think I should keep using this account. Wouldn't want to throw anyone off with the name change.

I don't care what account you use as long as you post MOARRRRR

5 STARS. SALUTE

Subbed.

Understood. I figured you were some OOT reg with 5k+ posts.

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Jacobs Ladder

Bare with me as this may be off topic. Summer of 2005 was definitely a party every night type of summer. This was the first summer since I quit working. I had two roommates at the time. Wins and another friend Timmy. Wins worked off and on roof roofing but more off then on. Timmy worked full time and would try to deal with us partying every night. He could only take so much and eventually moved out. Wins and I didn't slow down. We went out or had people over almost every night. We were getting used to this and were always looking for something more exciting or daring. We got drunk one day and decided to do something exciting. Looking back, it was really dumb. Matching tattoos! Pretty lame I know. But at the time we thought it was cool. We showed up mid afternoon after some drinks to the tattoo shop. We settled on a Chinese symbol that meant alcoholic or at least that's what they told us. To this day I'm not positive.

We got in the chairs and and each got it on our back below our neck. Wins already had a couple tattoos but this was my first. Didn't feel to pleasant but we got it done. We showed them off for a couple weeks like we were cool. Made a few jokes about what they meant. Because that was the question everyone asked. When someone asked Wins what his meant. I would butt in and say a #2 with lo mein. Eventually our jokes ran dry. I needed some more excitement. I wasn't a big fan of the tattoo, so I thought maybe I should get a piercing. I have both my ears pierced and had my tongue done when I was 18 and that was a fad. I needed something new. I definitely wasn't getting a nose ring, and my nipples would be sensitive to pierce. J/K about both of those. I had something else in mind. I loved to **** all the girls so I thought a dick piercing would be great. A nice conversation piece you know. But what to get? I checked online and seen a few things. I'm not into pain so a Prince Albert was definitely out of the question. I didn't want anything actually going through. Just wanted to pierce the skin. I found what you call Jacob's Ladder. It is multiple barbells that go through the skin and eventually looks like ladder rungs down your dick.

I set up an appointment to go through with it. I take a few shots of Goldschlager before I go in. Now I'm in the chair and it's game time. I have a bit of stage fright but am able to get on with it. I may be a wuss when it comes to stuff like this, but this was stomach turning painful. I had my tongue pierced and that was nothing. When the needle first went in it wasn't too bad. When the needle was piercing from the inside back out was when it really got sickening. I went through this 6 times and I had my ladder. They gave me some care instructions and I went home. One of my concerns before I left was how close the barbell balls were to the skin. I had stage fright when he made the piercing and I felt that once I got going there would be a problem. The tattoo artist told me I should be fine. Sure enough the next morning I woke up with the morning wood and the balls are ripping holes into the piercing. This oddly didn't hurt. I had to make an appointment ASAP.

So I get back to the shop that afternoon and the guy is like "you were right". I get the original barbells swapped out for longer ones. The healing process was pretty quick and I got right to showing it off to the girls. I even had a picture of it as my cell phone wall paper. I remember my 10 year old step-sister grabbing my phone to play with and her thinking someone stuck needles through their arm. I grabbed it right away as she only seen it briefly. As far as sex went, it didn't do to much for me. Some girls claimed to like it and some complained. For all I know it may have made no difference. I still liked having it none the less.

During this summer I had a neighbor who lived across the street from me. We had an on going argument about her not liking the noise from all my parties. She thought she was mayor of the neighborhood. She was so proud of herself for finally owning a home. Actually a duplex. She was white trash and she felt like she was the heart of the neighborhood. She used a kids cartoon bed sheet for drapes in her picture window. Pretty embarrassing, but she still claimed I was a menace. I kept my yard perfect and I guess the only thing would be noise complaints at night. But no other neighbors complained so I don't know. Well one night she was stopping at nothing until I got arrested. Every time she called the police, they would show up and knock at my door. I never answered and they would have to leave. But this night she wasn't settling for that. She came over pounding on my door herself. I was drunk enough and opened the door to go outside and talk **** to her. I basically told her to suck my dick an that I would burn her house down. I did whip out my dick as I told her to suck it, then took a piss on the side of the house. She left after the heated argument. 25 mins later she was back pounding on my door again. It is 2am in the morning and I go out once again. I start telling her to go **** herself and all of sudden cops come running out to tackle me. They were hiding on the side of me house. It was like Hellmuth set the trap with some cheese and I fell for it. I get taken away for threat to commit a crime, disorderly conduct, and resisting arrest.

I'm held overnight and hungover in the court room as they are reading my police report. She did give a detailed description of when I told her to suck my dick. Noting my piercings which was pretty embarrassing being read out loud in an open court room. I was on probation at this time and they eventually release me on bail. This was a case I was going to have to do jail time because I was already on probation for a more serious case. Over the next month I try to make amends with the neighbor so I get a lighter sentence. I actually went to her bearing a $100 gift card to a restaurant. I end up having to do 4 months and turn myself in for jail. This isn't too bad. After good time it will only be like 3 and a half months. Plus summer is over and this gives me a good excuse to work out.

I get shackled on to the van to the county jail. I'm going to assume most of you have never gone through this process. When you arrive you get put in holding cells and wait your turn to go through intake. You have to be fully searched. You go through a metal detector and a room to strip, shower, and get your jail jumpsuit. They have you get naked and do the standard things like open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and run your hands through your hair. They then have you lift your sack and the old bend over and spread em part. As the officer looks down to tell me to lift my sack, he goes "OH HELL NO". He is referring to my ladder. I didn't want to take this out because I didn't want it to close on me. He tells me that piercings aren't allowed and wants me to take them out. I say that I can't do it myself and need tools. I knew he wasn't going to be able to do anything, so he let me go. I go through the shot phase and am off to the orientation block. Everyone gets sent up to medical to get their health accessed. It was my turn and I head up. I go over all pretty standard questions with the nurse and she calls in a couple nurse assistants who come in pretty giddy and giggly. They have gloves and some medical tools. All on the younger side and pretty good looking BTW. The main nurse says she understand I need some help removing some piercings. I thought I was home free, but they must have called up to medical from intake. I get a little embarrassed and explain I can take them out myself. That I just wanted to keep them in so it didn't close. She had me go to a bathroom to remove them. The others nurses seemed pretty bummed out that they didn't get to do it.

My holes healed and I finished my sentence. I wanted my piercings back but didn't want to go through all that pain again. I settled for a kind of horse shoe shaped bar with balls on the end of it. I had just one this time under the tip of my dick through the skin there. Another one for me to show off. So I've been smashing girl for a few weeks with it and have had no problems or complaints. I invite some friends over and were drinking down at my bar. I had 2 roommates at the time. Wins, and Murray who was in my story about the broads robbing me. Murray's room was a spare room in the basement kind of near the bar room. He wasn't home this night and I'm getting pretty drunk. I don't feel like taking this girl I invited over upstairs, so I just pull her into his room. I can't rap, but I can beat box. She blows me and I go to town on her. All is over and done with and I go to bed. The next day Murray is home and I was downstairs doing some laundry. He knew I always have girls over and comes up to me while I'm loading the washer. He says "hey, some girl must have left her belly button ring in my room". As he is handing me my dick piercing. It was too funny. I kept a straight face and said Ok as I placed it on the top of the dryer. I went straight to the bathroom to look at my dick. I never felt it rip out, but it sure did. That was the end of the road for me. I was done with them. They were fun while they lasted.

Side Note - Murray to this day still doesn't know he handed me my cock ring. Also that bitchy neighbor got foreclosed on a year from that arrest. My roommates and I all sat outside laughing and cheering as the sheriffs were there to remove her and her belongings into U-haul trucks.

I love everything about this thread. Just amazing stuff. Keep up the great work.

I don't believe in role models, but Warmdeck, you're mine.

This is the best thread I've ever read.

that dick piercing and all that makes me cringe man

Love the stories and can relate well, but be careful talking about anything potentially incriminating. Lots of hateful nerds on this site will literally stalk you and try to mess with your lifestyle. Love the stories, but some real cowardly wanna be informants read these threads also. Keep'em coming though.