It was late and I had just finished setting up my presentation room for tomorrow's lecture. I was dead tired. I had flown for 4 hours to get here and then spent the rest of the day setting up the computers, projector and screen for the training class.
I realized I needed to take a leak and wasn't going to make it back to my room. The convention center was nearly a mile from my room. At this time of night, it seemed like I was the only one around. I didn't even see any of the setup crew. I headed into the nearest Men's room.
I expected an empty men's room, and was totally shocked by what I saw. There was a naked man kneeling on the floor between two urinals. In front of him was a suit clad man. He had his dick out and was pissing in the naked man's mouth.
Nothing stopped when they noticed me. The suited guy spoke, "Come on in. Do your business." He looked at me and continued, "Need to piss?" I nodded.
"You can use it or one of those," he pointed from the naked man and then to the urinal. It took me a second to realize he used "it" to refer to the man.
I looked at the naked man; really took him in for the first time. He seemed to be about 20 something, fit, a bit of hair on his chest, and uniformly pale. His hair was dark brown, almost black. The hair on his head was cut short, but looked like it would have been curly if it was longer. His eyes were greenish blue. He looked from me to the floor, but never up at the suited man. He held his mouth open to receive the man's piss. I watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful.
I looked up to see the suited man smiling. "Like what you see?" I blushed from embarrassment. I noticed now that the naked man was hard and his dick was dripping.
I didn't know what to say, but I had to piss. I debated about leaving and finding another men's room, but for some reason, I didn't want the suited man to think I was scared or weak or something. Why his opinion mattered to me, I didn't know.
I moved up to the urinal next to them. There were only three, and they were between two of them. So I went to the one furthest from them. I unzipped and pulled out my dick, and stood there trying to get a stream going. Suited man said with a chuckle, "A bit piss shy?"
He pulled the head of the naked man onto his dick. "You sure? He loves piss. Can't get enough of it. Isn't that right, boy?" The naked "boy" nodded.
"Boy, why don't you beg him to pee in your mouth." The boy looked up at me with pleading eyes.
He let the dick in his mouth slip out and he said, "Please, Sir, may I please have your piss? I need it."
"See, he can't get enough of it," the man said, patting the boy on head. Boy he wasn't. I mean, he was at least 20, but I figure the suited man meant something subservient with the name.
I had just got my stream going and thought what the fuck. I moved over keeping my stream going, but just barely. Suited man laughed and said, "Just piss all over him. Give him a shower, but make sure you put at least some in his mouth.
Never had I pissed on another man. I had pissed in showers, pools, along the road and behind bars, but never on someone. I pointed my dick at his head first, and then began working my way down his body. Suited man stepped back to allow me more access.
As I reached his crotch, his dick bobbed. It seemed he did enjoy this. He kept his mouth open, and I finished by flooding his mouth with piss. He swallowed to take it all in.
When I finished and shook off my dick, suit said, "You should have had him clean it off." I just made a stupid grin.
"Want a blow job? He gives great ones. He cannot get enough cum. He loves it almost as much as piss." He smiled as he looked from me down to the boy.
It had been a while since I had gotten anything other than my hand, so I began to plump up. I left my dick hanging out of my fly, with my hands at my side. Suit laughed and said, "Boy, show him how you can please him."
The man moved over on his knees and slipped my dick into his mouth. The warmth was amazing. He gently sucked on it, rubbing his tongue over the piss slit. My dick responded and swelled even more. Soon I was rocking back and forth going in and out of his mouth.
Suit laughed and said, "He's good, isn't he?"
"Yeah," I muttered, getting lost in the enjoyment of his mouth. I wanted to grab his ears and face fuck him harder and harder. Never had I had such an impulse. Not that I had had many blow jobs. But seeing this naked passive man at my feet with my dick in his mouth pushed some kind of button in me.
I think suit saw it. He laughed and said, "Stand up here, boy, and bend over."
The boy let my 7 inches of cut, pulsating, wet dick slip out of his mouth. I groaned at the lack of stimulation. The boy climbed up from the yellow puddle on the floor, bent over, and positioned his ass in front of suit. Suit moved up behind him and pushed his dick in all the way to his pubes in one quick push. The boy moaned, and there was a grimace on his face for a moment, and then pleasure suffused his face.
Suit began to pump his ass, and then said, "Okay, feed him your dick." I moved up and slid my needy dick into his mouth. He took it down to the root and began to swallow with his throat. This created the most amazing feeling on my dick. Suit began to really pound the guy's ass. That made me really start giving it to him on the front end.
Moans and groans issued around my dick from the guy; I wondered if he was still hard. I was completely lost in the feeling overwhelming me, and knew I was only moments away from shooting a wad that had been building up for a couple of days now.
Suit held onto the guy's hips and kept pounding away. He really picked up speed, and a groan began to escape from the boy's mouth. I felt the guy shudder in my hands, and thought he must be cumming. That took me over the edge, and I began to fill the guy's throat, and then his mouth, with my hot cum.
When I finished, and my eyes rolled back into my head, suit laughed and said, "Told you he was good."
He pulled his dick out of the guy's ass, tapped the kid's ass, and the guy turned around and took the slick dick into his mouth and began cleaning it. "You have got to try his ass!" suit said.
I had no clue. I had never fucked anyone in the ass before. I was not that experienced with sex, as it was, not that I had a hunchback and a wandering eye. I just had tended to be a shy introvert kind of guy all through high school and college. I laughed at that thought as I reviewed my current position as a trainer for a software company. I spoke in front of people every day. But I still didn't make friends easily. I didn't have a steady anything. I lived alone and traveled from city to city most of the time.
I came back from my reverie when naked guy licked my cock clean. Fuck his ass? Could I? "So, you want to give it a try?"
I looked at the naked guy now kneeling in front of me. His eyes were pleading with me again. "You want this?" I asked him.
"Yes, Sir, please fuck me," he begged.
Suit chuckled and said, "He needs it." He looked at me and said, "Well?"
I just nodded. "Get up on the sink counter on your back," suit instructed.
The guy moved up and lay on his back on the sink, and pulled his legs up and back. "Go ahead," the suit said. His hard 8 inches of thick cut dick was still poking out of his fly. I tried to ignore that as I lined up my dick, which had swelled back to full erection, with his hole. It was hairy, and had white gobs of cum dripping out of it.
I didn't think about that as I put the head of my dick against his hole and pressed. It felt amazing as I slid in a bit. His ass was so tight, and it clamped down on my shaft as I pushed into his warm hole. Oh, fuck, did that feel good!
"Nice and tight!" suit said, as he watched me fucking his guy. An image flashed in my head of seeing this scene from someone else's perspective. Here was a naked man lying on his back on the sinks of a public men's room, while suit stood with a hard dick sticking out of his fly watching another guy pounding away on the naked guy's ass.
I couldn't imagine the humiliation the guy must feel at being used like this.
But then the passion and the pleasure took over, and all I could concentrate on or think about were the sensations going on in my dick, and the feeling of his tight, hot ass. It was so amazing! I know I had never felt anything so wonderful and pleasurable.
I kept pounding his ass, and I heard his moaning filtering through the fog of my concentration on the unimaginable fucking all-consuming pleasure in my dick. I felt him shudder, and wondered if he came, but it pushed all the right buttons and I began to flood his ass with cum. I shuddered as I came and came. It was the most amazing orgasm of my life!
When I came back to reality, and the current context, suit was laughing and stroking his dick. "Pretty fucking amazing, isn't he?" he asked.
I wiped sweat from my forehead as I slid out of the guy's ass. The guy quickly moved around to kneel and take my cock into his mouth. He vacuum sucked my dick, cleaning it completely.
When he finished, he lowered his head and looked at the floor. I pushed my dick back in my pants and zipped up. I didn't think I would be able to cum again for days.
Suit was standing there with his hard dick dripping. He was looking back and forth between me and naked guy.
He laughed and said, "Boy, you go back to this guy's room for the night and tomorrow, then call me, and I will come and get you."
Suit worked to tuck his dick back into his pants. He walked past me, and patted me on the shoulder. "You have fun with him. He will do anything you say. He is well trained." He chuckled, and walked out of the men's room.
I stood there stunned. I couldn't imagine the reality of the situation. A naked man knelt at my feet and he was now "mine."
He looked up at me and there was moisture in his eyes. Was it for joy or fear? "Stand up," I said.
He stood and I looked at him again. He was covered in piss, cum and sweat. He stank. How the hell was I going to get him out of this room?
I looked around trying to figure this out. I could give him my coat, but that wouldn't cover him enough.
"Okay, let's try this." I took off of my coat and hung it on the stall door that stood open.
Then I looked at him. "Can you make that go down?" I said, thinking he would take a leak, pour cold water over his head, or something.
But instead, he gripped his balls and squeezed hard and twisted. I heard him grunt in pain, as I took off my tie and shirt. I looked down and his dick was shriveling. I pulled off my t-shirt and handed it to him. Then I pulled off of my pants, followed by my boxers. I handed him the boxers and said, "Put these on as well."
I got dressed again and then handed him my coat. "Put this on and hold it closed. Let's see if we can get you up to the room without causing too much of a scene."
"Yes, Sir," he said, and followed instructions. I wondered what his story was, but didn't want to find out here in the men's room. Reality was crashing down on me as to just what I had done in a public place. I began to get really nervous.
Sweat was trickling down from my arm pits as I pushed him out of the doors, and headed back to the hotel. I tried to keep him to the side of the hallways, and took the quickest way through the casino back to the elevators. Security guards didn't give me a second look, once I flashed my key card. I guess they were used to seeing all kinds of things here.
But not me; I was sweating. I couldn't believe I was bringing a strange man up to my room. I didn't look at anyone in the elevator, but saw my reflection in the polished metal of the door, and saw the sheen of sweat on my face.
Once on our floor, I headed as fast as I could to my room. Along the way, we passed a couple going the opposite direction. They looked at us, up and down. I knew they were judging me.
At the door, my hand shook as I tried to get the key card into the slot. Once I finally got it in, it took me twice to get it to register. I panicked and thought I was going to have to go back down to the front desk. But then I heard the bing and saw the green light. I pushed down the handle, and then pushed the guy into the room, quickly closing the door behind me.
I collapsed into a chair. Naked guy (although he was no longer naked) knelt on the floor beside me. "You can sit on a chair," I said, rubbing my hand across my face and then my eyes.
"Yes, Sir," he said. He got up and sat on the other chair in the room.
I sat there a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. Finally, I sighed and said, "Why don't you take a shower?"
"Yes, Sir," he said, rising from the chair. He stripped with apparently no shame, right there in front of me. Most guy's turn their backs when they undress in front of a stranger, or at least I did. But I saw myself staring at his naked form. He was so handsome, so perfect, and eerily attractive.
I shook my head and tried to clear those thoughts. He left the clothes folded neatly on the bed, as he headed into the bathroom.
I heard the shower running and began imagining him naked in the shower, with the hot water running all over his body, caressing his every curve and edge of his perfect body. I felt my dick swelling. What was going on with me? Did I want another go at his ass?
I pulled off my shirt and kicked off my shoes. Then I tiptoed to the bathroom door, which he had left open. I looked in the mirror and saw him through the glass door of the shower. I first took in his form, and then noticed he was shivering. Suddenly, I noticed no steam on the mirror.
"Is the hot water not working," I said, moving into the bathroom.
"No, Sir." he said, with a quivering voice.
"Then why cold water?" I asked, taking in his body again. I looked at the dark shadow of his crotch.
"I am not allowed to use hot water. It is only for men," he said again.
"Fuck that," I said, reaching in and turning on the hot water. I kept my hand in the water until the temperature felt right.
I saw him relax a bit as the warm water cascaded over him. Then I looked down and saw his dick laying across his goose-egg sized balls. The thick hair of his crotch was drenched and laying in a tangled mass around this cock and balls.
My mouth was dry, as I took in the rest of his body. I felt my heart begin to pound. And I heard the thump thump in my ears.
He moved back from the spray and said, "Do you want to come in, Sir? I could wash you. I am very good at it, Sir.'
My cock stirred. "Ah, you don't have to call me Sir. My name is Bill," I said, as I peeled off my socks.
"Yes, Sir, I mean, Bill," he said, looking down.
I dropped my pants to the floor and stepped out of them. As if in a dream, I saw myself stepping into the shower with him. I was hard, as the warm water hit me. He knelt in front of me, grabbed a washcloth and soap, applied soap to the cloth, and then started on my feet.
He had me lift my left foot, and tenderly washed every bit of my foot - between the toes, the tops and bottoms. It was so sensuous.
He went onto the next foot, and then slowly worked up the calf, knee and thigh of the left leg. Then he did the same on the right leg.
I was mesmerized by the caressing touch he used. My dick was bobbing, as he bypassed my crotch. He stood and began washing my chest and stomach. My eyes searched his body, taking in every aspect of it. He kept his eyes lowered, but gently pressed against me, indicating I should turn around.
He kept rinsing out the cloth and reapplying soap before moving onto a new area. He did each arm in the same way as he had done my legs. I was trembling as he worked across my back and then down to my ass.
He worked the cloth into my crack and gently cleaned out my ass crack and around my hole. I wanted release badly! He reached around me and washed my hard cock and balls. He did it as gently as he had done every other area. I moaned with lust.
He rinsed the cloth and hung it over the edge of the shower. Then he grabbed the shampoo bottle, poured some into his hand, and began working it into my hair. Again, he was so sensuous in his massaging of my scalp. I sighed again, and leaned back against him. As I did so, I felt his hard dick against my ass. He was as turned on as I was.
He rinsed my hair, and then I turned and grabbed him. I held him tightly against me and, with my right hand, I lifted his face. His eyes were closed; he didn't resist at all. He was totally compliant. I didn't know why, and it didn't make it any sense, but I leaned in and kissed him deeply and passionately.
I trembled again, as I broke the kiss. I wanted him so badly. He began to slide down my body toward my cock. I gasped as he inhaled my dick into his mouth. Oh, fuck, that felt so great! But that isn't what I wanted. "No," I said, pulling him up. As if drugged, I turned off the water and pulled him out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and threw it at him. "Get dried off," I commanded.
I grabbed the other towel and hastily dried myself, all the time looking at his body. When I was dry, I grabbed him and pulled him out of the bathroom and onto the bed.
I grabbed him and held him tight as I kissed him and ran my hands all over his body. I couldn't get enough of him. I moved down his chest, sucking his nipple into my mouth, and heard him moan.
My tongue ran through the tangle of damp hairs on his chest, and followed the trail down to his navel. He shivered, and ran his hands over my head and down my back, as I worked lower on his body. I found his swollen dick and tasted the head of it. I tasted the faint bit of soap, but savored the underlying male musky taste of him. It drove me wild!
I wanted more of him. I tasted his nuts, and then moved back to his shaft. I took the head in and ran my tongue along the piss slit. Then I tasted something new; it was salty sweet, and with a viscosity. It must be his precum. I sucked it into my mouth, taking all of it.
More of it gushed out as I continued to lick and suck on and around his dick. I tried taking all of it, but choked. I couldn't do it. I heard him gasping, and felt him bucking his hips up to my mouth. He lay still, and started panting.
I continued on, sucking his dick and stroking it until I felt the head swell, and my mouth was flooded with warm, salty, sweet, creamy cum. I wanted all of it. I sucked and sucked until there was none left.
His whole body trembled as he came down from his orgasm. "Thank you, Sir," he gasped out, as his head moved back and forth.
I was moved to tears at his response. He still thought he being compliant to me.
I moved up and held him tightly. I sobbed against his neck, until he gripped me tightly as well.
We stayed like this until I finished sobbing. I don't know what had triggered this catharsis. But it was so evident that I liked him, felt sorry for him, and wondered at how he got the way he was. I liked him. Did that mean I was gay? I couldn't deal with that now.
I rolled off of him, wiped my eyes, and sighed. "What is your name?" I asked.
His response was robotic, "Boy."
Exasperated, I said, "No, your real name."
"Sean ," he said meekly.
"Sean what," I whispered.
"Thompson," he responded, still in a whisper.
I rolled off of the bed and sat in a chair. I put my head in my hands. What was I doing?
I looked up at him. He had raised up onto one side, and looked at me. There were tears in his eyes.
"Do you have any family?" I asked.
He shook his head.
"Any friends?" I prompted again.
He shook his head again, and looked down to the bed.
"So no one is out there who is wondering where you are?"
He shook his head again.
"Come here," I said, as gently as I could. I pointed to the chair across from me.
"Tell me about how you got here; who was that man, and what is going on," I said, looking him in the eyes. He had looked up at me.
He paused for a long time, and I thought he wasn't going to talk. I was about to say something else, when he started talking.
I realized as soon as he did start, that he had been trying to get his emotions under control. "I am not supposed to talk about this. He will put me in the box if I do." He looked at me, his eyes pleading with me.
"It's okay. I am going to make sure that he never does anything to you again." I didn't know where my bravado was coming from. I reached over and patted his knee.
"I think it was six or eight months ago." He swallowed down a lump of emotion before he continued on. "I was out partying and had had too much to drink. I walked out of the bar and was going to walk back to my apartment. He offered to give me a lift, and in my groggy state, I accepted. Later, I realized that he had done a lot of research on me. He knew everything about me."
He paused, and took a deep breath. "I guess he knew more about me than I thought. I had no idea that guys could turn me on. He took me to his home, where he had a basement completely fitted out for his purposes."
He continued on with the story. As it began to pour out, his voice became stronger. Suit, he had no name for him; he had only been allowed to call the man, Sir. He had been stripped and kept naked nearly the entire time he was with the man.
Through deprivation, dominance, and discipline the man had cracked Sean 's psyche, until he was totally subservient to the man. If he disobeyed an instruction, he was shut up in a small wooden box. He was locked in, unable to move, and it fed on his fears of being buried alive. Sean would emerge, willing to do anything not to be returned to the box. Soon, it became enough that just the mere threat of being placed in the box made him compliant.
He was taken out in public naked, and humiliated over and over, until he just came to accept it. He was put on display at parties and made to perform. There wasn't anything that hadn't been done to him or that he hadn't done. He listed the sexual acts that he was a part of as a litany. And then the list of abuses again seemed to be a mere list, rather than the emotion that went with them; wax, whips, enemas, ropes, water, heat, cold, racks, clamps, and clips. He had been shaved so many times that he couldn't remember the number.
The one thing that was good, if there was any good in the situation, was that he had never had anything done that left a permanent mark. He had been bruised, battered, strapped, and more, but nothing that left a scar. He had had a broken wrist, but that had healed without any visible marks, and his wrist functioned correctly. The man had professionals taking care of him.
He had a rigorous physical training program led by a personal trainer. It had gotten him into the perfect physical condition that he was in. He wasn't a body builder, but he had a perfectly toned male physique.
After an hour or so, he began to wind down. I walked over, pulled him up, and held him against me. It was his time to let it all out. I continued to pat his back until he finished.
While I held him, my mind ran through the next steps of what would have to happen. When he finished, I said, "Let's get out of here. I have to present a session in the morning, but I want us in another hotel before then."
He wiped his face. I pulled out some clothes for him to put on, and then packed up the rest. While doing this, I told my story. Lonely, only child, introvert, and shy; my infrequent forays into sex; my need to masturbate (I blushed as I told this); all the things that made me `me.' All the boring details of my life especially compared to his.
Once packed, we went downstairs, and I checked out; went out, grabbed a cab, moved to another hotel, checked in, and made it to the room. I was exhausted by then. I flopped onto the bed, and realized that Sean had just followed along with my direction, all the way.
I looked at him and said, "I am so sorry, Sean. I don't mean to tell you what to do. What do you want to do?" I looked at him, and he shrugged. He had been so beaten down that he had no idea of what his own ideas, plans, goals, etc. were.
"Let's get some sleep and then we can figure this out in the morning." He smiled a crooked smile, and nodded. He stripped and folded the clothes neatly on the chair, and stood waiting.
"Go ahead; climb into bed," I said, then thought, "if you want to."
He smiled, moved to the side of the bed, pulled back the covers, and crawled in. I stripped. I usually wore my boxers to bed, but tonight, I left them off, because he was naked. I crawled into bed on the other side, pulled the covers up to my head, and snuggled up to him. It felt so strange, and in another way so natural.
I fell asleep quite quickly; I was exhausted. I drifted off to a dreamless sleep against the warmth of Sean.
I was shaken awake by Sean thrashing on the bed. I grabbed hold of him and whispered into his ear, "It's alright. Shhh." He fought my grasp, and I realized how it could affect him. I let go and continued to speak to him until he woke up and relaxed.
He sighed and fell back to sleep. It took me a while longer to fall asleep, thinking of what he must be going through. I vowed then I that I would get to know him, love him, care for him, and add him into my life.
I rubbed my hand across his brow and snuggled closer. I couldn't imagine how much my life was going to change, and all because I had walked into that men's room.
I woke up the next morning with a knock on my door. I slipped on a pair of boxers and asked, "Who is it?"
"Room Service," came back the answer.
I shrugged, still half asleep, and opened the door. Suit barged in, pushing me back. I stumbled back and tripped over the briefcase I had left by the desk. I landed on my ass. Suit had closed the doors; he was standing over me, glaring at me.
"So you thought you could just take my property and do what you want with it. You wanted your own little boy toy that I had trained so well." He laughed, as he saw the look on my face.
"You are so predictable. All the observers that found you said you would react this way. You will make a perfect addition to my collection." He laughed again.
I started to get up, but he kicked me in the nuts. It was a hard hit that found its mark. I doubled over on the floor, clutching my crotch.
"Your work will receive an email from you saying that you decided to follow your dream." He had an evil laugh when he did it again, "and they will replace you with some other dick off of the street."
Sean was awake now. He saw what Suit had done. He jumped up, and was coming toward Suit, when Suit saw him and said, "Boy, you want to spend a week in that box?"
Sean wavered, and I saw a shadow cross his face. He crumpled back on the bed, which brought another evil laugh from suit.
Suit reached down to me and grabbed a wrist. He twisted it behind me, rolling me onto my stomach. He used some kind of plastic band, and cinched my wrists tightly together. I opened my mouth to cry out, but he stuffed the socks he found on the floor into my mouth.
He grabbed my ankle and pulled it back. I groaned in pain. He just twisted more. He lashed my ankles together, and then my ankles to my wrists with a short rope or something. There was no give.
He rolled me onto my side then. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me. "So you liked your little experiment with a man?"
I just lay there in pain, looking at him, wondering what the fuck I was going to do now.
I was rewarded with a kick in the gut; it knocked all the wind out of me.
"I expect you to respond when I talk to you, boy," he said to me, and then continued on. "You will address me as Sir, when you can speak. You will only speak when spoken to, and if you can't speak, then you will nod or shake your head to indicate your answer. Do you understand, boy?"
I breathed through my nose until I could scream, "Fuck you," into the socks stuffed in my mouth. That earned me a kick in the nuts. I thought I was going to throw up.
`Do you want another of those, boy?" he asked me.
I shook my head quickly. I couldn't take another of those.
"So now, boy," he tapped his foot on my nose. "Did you like your experience with a man?"
I hesitated. I didn't want to answer him, but I couldn't take another one of those kicks. I nodded my head.
He laughed. He bent down and pulled down my boxers to my knees. "Yeah, I think that ass of yours will see plenty of action." He chuckled, and added, "And I know several guys that would like to work over those balls." He tapped them lightly with the toe of his shoe. They still ached.
"So here's how it is going to be. I am going to release you. You are going to get dressed, and so is the boy over there." He indicated Sean, who was cowering on the bed. Then we are going to walk out of here." He paused a moment.
"And any funny business, Bill, means that the boy here will not only get the box, but I will let some of my more sadistic friends have some fun with him." That made me mad. I didn't want Sean hurt again.
I shook my head and tried to scream "Fuck you!" again. But I got another kick to my nuts and then one to my stomach. He just kept kicking. There was nothing I could do. I was completely vulnerable.
I thought sure he was going to kill me, when I heard a loud thunk, and suit fell to the floor. I looked up and there was Sean, with one of the solid metal lamp bases in his hands. He had walloped Suit a good one.
He fiddled around in Suits jacket until he came up with two more of those plastic zip ties. He got Suit's arms and legs bound up. Then he fished into Suits pockets until he found a pen knife. He used it to cut my straps. I sat there rubbing my wrists and trying to get my wind back.
"What are we going to do now?" I asked. I was scared shitless.
"Call the fucking cops and let them take care of him." He was mad, and he was confident now. He was still breathing hard. The adrenaline must be rushing through him for him to stand up to suit that way.
"Are you sure?" I said.
He bent down and gathered me up in his strong arms. He lifted me up and hugged me. "Yes. And if your offer to stay with you still stands, I would like to give that a try."
Too much was happening too fast for me. I just nodded, and then said, "Yes, Sean."
It turned out that the feds were looking for suit for kidnapping and human trafficking. There was a big reward out from some billionaire whose son had been taken by the man.
Suit got one thing right, and that was my work found some other dick to do my job. Sean and I have opened a small computer business, and have a wonderful house. We have begun to get to know each other and each other's bodies more and more, but we keep exploring, looking for new nooks and crannies!
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