Sex Slave To The Dictator (The Initiation 3) - Plot & Excerpts
I mean literally that. Max is on all fours. Sandwiches have been neatly laid out on his back, arranged in little triangles with wide spaces of his skin in between. Greg is standing straight up, immobile. His arms are spread out at his sides in the manner of a cross, and sandwiches have been placed on them as well as his broad, muscled shoulders. The penises of both my boys are magnificently erect. Max’s impressive tool slams against his flat stomach in his crouching position. Greg’s pierced one rises above his pubic nest and firm, ripe balls. He wears his usual barbell piercing, though I’m sure Potchenko would decorate him with other things when we land. Both boys look up in concern as I enter. Max’s handsome face is creased with worry. He mutely locks his beautiful blue eyes with mine. Are you hurt? hurtles the question. My face is wan. My footsteps are unsure, and I still wobble as I walk. I steal a look at my back. It is streaked with red crisscrossing bands. Max sees them too and blanches.
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