Patches and the Ambush!

Story by Patches777

(( My first story on here, hope you like it! ))

Patches, or Paul Anthony Trevor Charles Harley Esquire Sam the 7th, loved to travel. Be it from his front door and down the street, or half way across the world, the man couldn't get enough of the outside world, the only problem with his traveling was his clothing.

A fine, dark purple, velvet tophat sat atop his head, leading down to a pale and calm face with a fine pair of muttonchops that started at his ears and lead down to the sides of his chin. A monocle rested over his left eye, the metal painted over so it was as purple as his tophat, the chain silver, leading down to his coat pocket. The coat was cut short in the front and was longer in the back, split down the middle towards the bottom, creating two tails for his outfit, also the same color as his dark purple tophat. His pants were black and tight, showing off his natural bulge that he was so proud of. The outfit was finished with a pair of black, thigh-high leather boots that his pants covered to the ankle. The very last piece of clothing he had on was his white gloves, tight on his hands, the knuckles studded with amethysts gems.

While Patches traveled in his fine clothing, many of the 'lesser' people would either glare at him or stare in awe of the fine outfit, and a small few would dare throw something at him, only to be met with fisticuffs. Patches was rich, he had power, and he had a big dick, life was good.

A short while after leaving his home Patches made his way outside the village, heading towards a shade tree he enjoyed spending most of his day under. His guards didn't like him traveling alone, no one at his mansion did, but the man could handle himself just fine, he was about to prove it.

Reaching the large oak tree, Patches was nearly ready to sit down when a man, poorly dressed at that, emerged from behind the tree. He held a rusted dagger in one hand, his skin dirty, his clothes ragged. Three more men followed after the first, along with two women, each one attractive, but still dirty. Patches didn't mind really, he screwed farmers daughters in barns that smelt of week old shit.

"You're gonna give us all your clothes and money!" Said the man with the knife, waving it around as if to be intimidating.

"I assure you I will not be giving up my clothes or money." Patches said, his voice cool, he sounded bored.

"Me and me friends think you are! Bobo! Get your ass out here!"

Coming from around a tree was the biggest man Patches had ever seen. Patches was a good six feet tall, but this man had to be at least nine, and he was extremely muscular, with a big head, a massive torso, thick legs, and hands that could crush a mans skull. He was either the leader, or the muscle, Patches figured the muscle.

"Now, hand over that there coat," said the first man, waving his blade around. Patches shrugged his shoulders and did as told. Removing his coat, he spent his sweet time folding it and then setting it on the ground.

Patches was built like some God from a book, or a womens romance novel. A washboard stomach and a toned torso, strong and toned arms and a thick, strong neck. His skin was as pale as cream, his nipples were a light shade of grey, he was void of all body hair other than his muttonchops and what might be under his hat.

"I said I would not, now if this must turn into fisticuffs I was allow you and your friends to try." Patches took a step back with his right foot, legs bent, his left arm bent slightly at the elbow as he raised his left fist, his right kept close to his chest. "Come on, all of you."

"Wha'? Bah! Get him!" Yelled the leader, pointing with his knife towards their target.

Each man ran forward, including both women, and the massive man in the back who just walked. The first man to reach Patches was met with a quick jab to his jaw, the amethysts gems began to glown on Patches gloves, and when his fist man the other mans jaw, it snapped to the side and broke, that man went to the ground, crying. The next to come close was his twice in the stomach, causing him to crumble over, throwing up bile and blood, out for the fight.

The women were next and Patches, being a gentlemen, let them break their hands on his chest. The first one, a fiery redhead, thrust her fist forward, hitting Patches right in the jaw, only for her hand to shatter. The next one was smarter, or she thought so, this one a girl with short, raven black hair. Kicking down low, she sent her foot up into Patches groin, but he was too quick for that. Catching her foot he pulled the girl into him, kissed her on the lips, and then tossed her aside like a doll.

With three men left, one a giant, Patches pulled a deck of cards out of his pants pocket.

"Halt! You dare challenge me and my cards? I will slice through you like butter!" Patches was full of shit, he didn't know how to throw cards, instead he threw the entire deck and hoped that one would cause a small cut. Luckily, the

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