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(MM, hist, bd, oral, anal) *** Paul was a slave-boy. He could never have imagined that would end up being his fate. Since he was very young he had been an intellectual, recognized as a prodigy by older great thinkers and allowed to explore his mind. He entered an academic discipline and was a well- respected teacher and philosopher among his people before he had turned thirty. That's when things went bad, as the Romans came to pillage his land and kill and enslave his people. The Romans thought of Paul's people as unworthy barbarians, and cared little about Paul's mind. Paul survived the Roman occupation because he also had a nice body. He was small and light, but well-built with a nice round butt. Many of the young men had been killed defending their lands from the Romans. Those who remained were mostly women and elders. The women were shipped off separately from the men to become slaves. Paul was left behind among the relatively few remaining younger males who had not been killed or wounded. He had survived because he was not a soldier. Indeed, many of the other young males lined up with him had been intellectuals like him. The Romans cared not, since slaves were judged by their bodies, and ordered them to strip naked and cast their clothes in the fire. Paul was shamed as the soldiers held him tight and poked and prodded at every inch of his lean lithe body. Paul had always been cautious about revealing his body in public, but that all changed dramatically now that his free will had been taken. Men they judged worthy of being auctioned as slaves were herded together for the journey. Although he was older than many of the other young men, Paul's hard hairy chest impressed them. He had a good-sized penis and was among the most strikingly handsome of the slave initiates, so he was chosen to be led off. Paul never again saw the men who were not chosen. Paul was not permitted to wear a stitch of clothing again for several days. The slaves were kept naked to decrease the likelihood of their escape and to make them feel like animals. When they arrived at a public barracks, Paul and the others were turned over to the custody of a separate group of people who staffed the periodic slave auctions. They treated the slaves well the first night, letting them bathe and sleep. But the second day was particularly awful for men like Paul who got embarrassed easily. Their bodies were thoroughly examined by a team of men who really enjoyed and got into their work. The larger of the slaves would be evaluated for rankings as gladiators, tested for their strength and fighting ability. Paul was deemed too small and so was destined for either hard work or, more likely, sex slavery. He was bound to a table on his back for examination. The man examining Paul's cock had little trouble getting the thick hunk of meat to stand straight up. He skillfully made him cum within a few minutes. They flipped Paul over and retied him. Another man parted Paul's ass- cheeks and inserted his fingers in Paul's tight hole. Paul's cock got hard again. This was a trait they could mention to potential buyers, and helped them to decide what sort of buyer to steer towards Paul. They gave a lot of attention to the Paul's tight twitching asshole, and watched with glee as pre-cum dripped from the head of his excited cock. In case the slave boy might be a virgin, the evaluators were never allowed to fuck them up the ass. Virgins collected higher prices at auction. This slave was old enough that he shouldn't be a virgin, but it was always possible in a sex-oppressive society like those barbarians had, he never took it up the butt. It sure felt tight like a virgin hole, and the boy had said it was. They were allowed to fuck their faces, especially those who so far seem to be accepting of male sex, to further classify the subject. One man took out his big cock, got it hard and shoved it in the bound Paul's mouth. Paul gagged, but he didn't resist. He made the most of it. He sucked with enthusiasm exciting the bloated tool with his tongue and gums. He eventually brought the man to orgasm with the cock deep in his throat. He swallowed the entire load. Paul's cock had stayed hard throughout the blowjob. He would make a perfect sex-toy. The men were impressed. Paul was given high ratings and steered towards clients who like to use their slaves for rough sex and torture. Paul's plan was to be purchased by a high-ranking politician, a Senator most likely. He had heard that there were several who purchased male slaves for sex. He wanted to be able to know such men, for in that way he could hopefully gain influence sufficient to stay alive, or even to consider escape and freedom some day. Paul really was a virgin, since he had never been interested in women but always allowed his work to dominate his life so he didn't have to face his attraction to men. Now he was mature enough to realize that his time had come. He needed to grow up fast sexually in order to stay alive and thrive. If he had to be a slave-boy, he might as well enjoy it as much as possible. That was the first cock he had ever taken in his mouth and he actually did get a thrill from the scene. The idea of being dominated sexually, and even degraded, kind of turned Paul on. He would likely face many horrible things as a slave. He would do his best to face them heroically and use his evolving sexual interests to his advantage. On the day of auction, Paul was cleaned up and exhibited along with the other new slaves in the town square. He was bound spread-eagle to an X-shaped auction block with his arms and legs wide. Because he was in the sex slave category, men throughout the day poked at his hole and evaluated his cock and balls. Some men stuck their tongues in Paul's mouth and squeezed his tits. Paul exhibited impressive hard-ons throughout the day and his attendant stopped the customers if they were exciting Paul enough to make him cum, so he never did. Every so often, Paul would be taken down to rest, and he would stand with his hands on his head for further examination by customers. He would also be spread face down over a table for detailed looks at his anus before returning to his normal position. Paul had seen two men that he thought likely to be important enough in government. He had done his best to call attention to himself subtly when they were near. They were both big muscular gladiator-size men. The sight of their powerful forms excited Paul's equipment without stimulation. He flirted with them with his eyes. They had been told Paul understood their language, but he gave them no hints that he could hold his own with them intellectually. Sure enough, they were soon engaged in a bidding war for Paul. Eventually they compromised, and the larger of the two men, Senator Bendax, became Paul's new owner. Bendax had been the man who was raving about Paul's chest hair to the other customers, many who said if they bought Paul they would shave him down to further exhibit his muscles and make him look younger. The other senator, Larrios, joined Bendax when Paul was taken down from the scaffold and turned over to him. Neither man had bought any other slaves that day and they were both done with their shopping. They brought Paul to a small adjacent arena where some of the other newly purchased sex slaves were being tried out by their new masters. The crowd that watched consisted of other customers and some of the new gladiators from Paul's race and their guards. Paul would be spared the public deflowering that others received since his master had his own private playrooms that put this public scene to shame. Still, Bendax liked to watch to see what kind of techniques others were using, and he also knew this would serve to chill Paul's imagination while wondering what awaited him. Paul watched in silence as a young friend of his, Matthew, who had been sold to a high ranking military man, was gang-banged. His friend had been quite the ladies' man among his people and had not yet settled down to marry. Though he had never put voice to his feelings, Paul had always had a crush on the handsome athlete. Now Matthew faced an entirely different fate, and he screamed long and loud as the man's large cock entered his virgin hole. He wept for his lost manhood, and was only silenced when his master's second-in-command plugged his mouth with his own fat cock. The two men brutalized the naked lad for a long time, cock-slapping his face, riding his tight hole, and plumbing his dual depths with their long tools. They finally came simultaneously inside him. Then the new master allowed eight men from his company to join in pairs to alternately fuck the face and the ass of the young foreigner. Paul cringed as he watched cum pour forth from Matthew's cock three separate times during the ordeal. The men who were using Matthew at the times that he came applauded and congratulated themselves. Matthew blushed red with shame as they fucked his spunk right out of him. Paul also couldn't hide his own erections, which betrayed his interest in the proceedings. Men who saw Paul's stiff cock offered several times to take him out to the floor for the sex he obviously desired but Bendax always declined the offers. Later, two masters who were proud of their skills in punishment brought out their two new slaves, two young men who Paul knew vaguely. They were both strong and well-muscled, but not quite in the gladiator category. The masters offered to also demonstrate punishment on any other slaves or gladiators whose masters desired. Two cute little slave-boys, Aaron and Daniel, both smaller than Paul, the two youngest of the slaves that day, were sent up to likewise receive punishment, bringing the total to four. They were lined up together hanging by their wrists from the ceiling. The big boys were worked over first. Their backs were lashed repeatedly with whips. Then their chests. Then their butts. The men used different whips, straps, and paddles from their collections on each body part. They whipped their cocks until cum squirted out. The slaves were drenched in sweat and their bruised flesh was red and purple. They had not been gagged and their chilling screams had filled the chamber. The two smaller slaves watching trembled in fear. Sure enough, they had reason to be afraid. They had been purchased by the same man, who strode over to the big whip- masters when they took a break from the first two. The man, a wealthy retired merchant, told them to double the punishment that the first two had received when doing his slaves. He wanted them indoctrinated immediately so they knew their place in his household. He paid them to do something they probably would gladly do free, but that ensured their brutality. It was painful for Paul to watch as the boys were simultaneously whipped. They used canes on their asses and thicker whips on their backs and chests. Doubling the number of strokes enabled them to trace a pattern of stripes up and down their torsos and backs. These boys had slim chests and tight flat bellies, not the solid rippled musculature of the previous victims. The whips cut right to their abdomens. They cried together but they endured. These two had small round balls and short stubby penises that stayed hard sticking out throughout their whippings. When the time came for them to be cock-whipped, their cocks finally shrunk in fear, hiding among their pubic hair. So the masters whipped their boyish chests again until they got hard, and moved quickly to lash their cocks and get them to ejaculate. They both eventually put out a great deal of cum. Paul was proud of them when there was a break and all seemed done. He made sure he would remember those two if he ever got a chance to associate with other slaves. No one else came forward to punish additional slaves, but the day was not quite done. The masters who had done the punishment packed up their slaves to leave, but the merchant had hired a barber. His two boys, fresh from their brutalizing, were bound to stone tables to be shaved. First they were bound on their backs with their arms spread over their heads so the front of their bodies could be shaved. The barber used his sharp tools and carved away the hair underneath their arms. One of the boys, Aaron, was very hairy, with a thick brown coat covering his chest, arms, and legs. The barber had to spend a long time removing the large quantity of body hair from everywhere visible except his head. The other boy, Daniel, was easier, having only hair around his cock besides his armpit hair. As a result, Aaron faced the greater ordeal, enduring the sharp pinching knives so recently after his brutal whipping in the same area. Bendax and Larrios jokingly argued during the shaving about what they would do with Paul. Bendax planned to leave Paul's body hair, which was not nearly as thick as Aaron's but Larrios said he would shave it all off if given a chance. Paul was temporarily relieved that Bendax called his shots. Aaron and Daniel's master had not asked the barber to be gentle and he was not. After their faces were shaved, the slaves were flipped over so the other side of their bodies could be done. Again Daniel was fortunate since he was virtually hairless on that side. The barber had to work long and hard to remove all the hair from Aaron's legs, ass, and crack. Their new master assisted by holding the boy's cheeks open to enable the barber to work. When the job was complete, the slaves were untied and stood side by side together trembling to think of what might come next. Many who were still present marveled at how alike the two young men looked now that the hairy one had been plucked. What a lovely pair they made, greater together than individually. Their master had made a shrewd purchase. He knew it and that was why he had stayed this long and exhibited them. Though most of the slaves would be going home with their new masters that day, these two would not embark for the merchant's estate until the next day. So the merchant arranged to leave the two boys together in the arena for the night. They were left bound to each other and long sticks were shoved painfully up their assholes. Their hands and legs were bound such that they could not remove the objects from their butts. All they could do all night long while they awaited their new life was to talk to each other, and, if they fancied, kiss each other and rub their chests and groins together. And think about their new lives. Finally it was time for Paul to leave with Bendax, and Larrios still accompanied them. He was going to spend the next few days at Bendax's estate, as part of the agreement that stopped their bidding war. Bendax lectured Paul about the three things expected of slaves, work, sex, and punishment. Paul was being brought to his house, a house which had gone through many slave-boys over the years, as a sex slave. Nevertheless, punishment was always a possibility if Paul displeased him. He warned Paul that, although he was strongly interested in Paul sexually right now, history had shown him that he would grow tired of slave-boys after a while. Paul could expect only mild work chores if he served well in his sexual role and, after some introductory rough handling, no punishments that were not deserved during the period in which he was held in Bendax's highest favor. But later, he would likely find himself out of favor through no fault of his own. Then he would be available for sex with any of Bendax's friends and available for punishment and hard work at his master's whim, even for no reason at all. Paul was mostly silent but when asked to speak, he promised he would do his best to serve his master. He kept his darkest thoughts buried deep. Bendax asked Paul if he was impressed by those masters and their punishment of the four slaves. When Paul nodded, Bendax told him that he had taught those fellows much of what they know and he, along with Larrios, was recognized for being among the premier Roman torture experts. "Don't get on my bad side. Please me." When they arrived at the large estate, three other slaves came out to greet them. One of the slaves led Paul to the slaves' quarters, but his stay that evening was to be brief. Paul was shown his floor space, but was told he would spend his first night in his new master's bed. Larrios would be staying overnight as well, so a slave brought him to the guest quarters. The two senators ate a large meal and discussed political matters while Paul showered and was allowed to dress in a soft luxurious tunic. It felt good to finally have clothes in again, though this was tighter and more revealing than Paul's customary wardrobe. He enjoyed the feel of the material as he shivered in anticipation of being summoned. When the call came, Paul was brought down an ornately decorated corridor. They entered one of his master's more plush playrooms. Once again his eyes widened as he greeted his impressive master. As he had feared, the other large senator was with him too. Apparently the agreement the men had reached had included Larrios getting to sample the merchandise that got away. Paul knew that if his master asked him to, he must service both men. He was determined to do his best. Both men complemented Paul for the way he looked in clothing, and his master beckoned him to the ground. He got down on his knees before Bendax. The master got down on one knee and felt under Paul's tunic. He tweaked Paul's hard nipples. He felt the fast beating of Paul's heart. He told Paul not to be nervous, to enjoy it, and then reached under to grab Paul's hard- on. "Very good, slave. Show me that you want me." Paul opened his mouth wide. Bendax pulled out his hard thick cock and put it in Paul's mouth. Paul sucked eagerly. Larrios came from behind Paul and removed the slave's tunic. When Paul was naked, Larrios squeezed his buns while Paul ignored him and kept concentrating on his sucking. The cock tasted wonderful, and though it was very large for Paul's small mouth, he rose to the challenge and deep-throated it. When Bendax was sufficiently excited he pulled out of Paul's mouth. "Tell me, slave, the truth, is it true that your ass is virgin? That you have never taken a man's cock up there?" "Yes, master. It is true." "But is it also true that you want this big man's word that you've been sucking so well to be the first one of many you will be taking?" "Yes, master. I have wanted you to fuck my ass since the moment I saw you." Bendax enthusiastically fondled Paul all over his naked body. Paul's skin was tingling and he moaned with sincere passion. "Very good. Rest assured that you will be sleeping tonight with my cock inside you. But you must learn that slaves rarely get everything they want. I feel very emotionally attached to you, your cute manner, your smoldering intelligence. You know, I suspect, that your winsome ways drew me to you at the market. Slave or freeman, you would be the perfect type of whore-boy for me. You smell of danger. But soon you will smell of nothing but lust and sex. Your lust for sex will overwhelm any subversive inclination. "I've seen your kind before and I'm going to enjoy bringing you around to my ways. I need to separate myself from you a little, think of you as an object to be used. Larrios, for example, thinks of you as but a sex-toy, a nubile body with which to amuse himself. So you shall be. I have agreed to let him deflower you, while I watch. I also enjoy watching, very much. Larrios will certainly not be as gentle as I would have been. But then, I have deflowered a number of his boys for him over the years too. He takes in more rough, crude, ignorant boys that I have no qualms about ravaging thoroughly, even, I should say especially, for their first time." Larrios took over. He had a gag in one hand and some rope in the other. Paul didn't struggle, but Larrios roughed him up a little anyway while securing the gag around Paul's mouth. The gag was mandatory, Larrios felt, because he didn't want to hear anything Paul had to say, and he didn't want Bendax to feel sorry for him. And for what the big senator had in mind, Paul would not need his mouth. He shoved, pushed, and pulled Paul over towards and down onto a wooden table. Paul was lying on his back. Larrios tied each wrist tightly and attached them to hooks on the corners of the table. He left Paul's ankles and legs free, but forced his knees up so his feet were flat on the table. Larrios then used a large jar of sticky oil all over Paul's body, slicking up his shoulders, arms, chest, and legs so they glistened and glowed in the pale candle light. He covered Paul's raging cock and balls likewise with the grease, groping them tightly until he stopped pumping with Paul on the edge of ejaculation. Instead, Larrios tied a rope tightly around Paul's hairy ball sac and moved Paul up on his elbows so more of his butt was accessible. He kneaded the shapely buttocks with the oil until the round globes gleamed erotically like the rest of him. Then he bound Paul's ankles and forced his legs up in the air. There were perfectly positioned hooks and perfectly sized ropes to tie Paul's legs in the perfect angle where his most prominent body part would be his asshole. His legs splayed out wide, Paul could look over his chest and see his rock-hard bound cock shaking from side to side. Just beneath his cock was the additional view the two senators got, his hairy hole peeking over the edge of the table framed by his muscular oil-slicked butt cheeks. Larrios wasted no time in slicking up a finger and probing away. Paul shuddered and moaned as soon two fingers were in there. The experienced top-man made sure to slick the virgin hole up solidly with grease. He was pretty brutal in his methodical way. He pushed Paul mightily to open himself wider and wider, and was eventually getting four fingers in. This action, connecting with the heat of the horny virgin's innards, was getting Larrios all hot and bothered, so he took a brief break to disrobe. This gave Paul his first look at his awesome body. The older man was big all over, thick slabs of sweaty muscle forming his awesome torso. His big thighs flexed as he revealed them and paused briefly nude but for his straining pouch. He rose up menacingly to let Paul look at how much bigger Larrios was than he. Paul didn't disappoint, taking in the sight with hints of both lust and fear. When his gaze finally fell on the bulging barely- covered meat, he stopped looking anywhere else, watching with eager anticipation. Staying an arm's length away, Larrios resumed probing Paul's hole with his fingers, spreading his cheeks wide and getting the slave boy even hotter. Red marks on the slick white butt-flesh remained even after the fingers moved on to ever-more sensitive areas. Pre-cum began pouring onto Paul's belly from the tip of his tightly bound cock. Paul moaned loudly through his gag, but his gaze remained fixed on Larrios' genitals. As if in response to Paul's silent pleas, Larrios pulled his long hard tool out of the pouch and lay it out flat on the lad's wide-open crack. It was a scary sight for Paul. He had dreamed of cock for many years. Hard thick cock up his ass. His dream would be fulfilled in as extreme a way as he could have imagined. Fucked brutally while bound by the biggest thickest cock he had ever seen. Followed by a life of sexual servitude to a master who would think nothing of letting him be used in the manner he was about to be used. A master whose cock, the one he would be servicing regularly, the one he could still taste in his mouth, was probably just as large as... The time for musing was over. The time for those brief thoughts while he kept watching the big cock spread out before him passed quickly. The cock advanced towards him with the mighty big man right behind it. The fingers had been much gentler, much less thick. The cock found the hole easily, but it ran into trouble immediately and could barely get more than two inches inside. Paul was already yelping from the pain. Larrios pulled out, slapped Paul across the face and plunged back in. "Take it, boy, or you'll be taking my fist next," Larrios warned. Paul bit his lip behind the gag to try to stay silent but his pain centers registered even more wildly when the cock reached the four-inch point. Though his voice was low and soft, he again protested the pain, resulting in a second pull- out. Paul was feeling pleasure but he was too inexperienced to separate it from the pain. His body was overruling his mind. Larrios grabbed his tits and squeezed them hard. The new pain replaced the old. Larrios even grabbed and pulled on the rope bound around Paul's balls. He forced Paul to raise his body a few inches to decrease the pain from the rope. He used his fingers again on the hole. "Open up, boy. Take it all the way. It's going in no matter the resistance you give, however involuntary. This cock has forced its way past smaller tighter holes than yours, holes without the warm-up action I've allowed you." Paul did his best to indicate agreement and compliance non-verbally. He wasn't faking, since he wanted nothing more than to let the entire length and breadth of the ten-incher explore him fully. His virginity was already gone, he had felt the sensation of having his cherry popped. Now he had to impress them, a goal which coincided with his mounting desire to be thoroughly used and ravaged. Larrios watched eagerly as Paul's sphincter muscles clenched as if to invite him in. Bendax was watching Paul's facial expressions. He could read the reckless tortured desire in Paul's eyes. Bendax told Larrios, "He's ready now. Take him all the way." Paul arched his back to provide an inviting target. With one powerful confident thrust, Larrios drove his cock into Paul's hole. He closed his ears to any noise the slave might make, thoughts only on the prize. And in five brutal seconds, he had made it all the way in. He paused to feel it, as impressively tight as any virgin he'd taken. He told his colleague that he was going to really get his money's worth with this boy. Once he felt comfortable in there, he began to establish a rhythmic fucking motion. He and Bendax often played games to see how long they could keep on thrusting inside a slave boy's butt, often simultaneously. Larrios knew that he wouldn't be able to set any records in a hole this tight, but he still wanted to stay inside thrusting as long as possible. It felt so good there was no reason to rush. His masters ignored his movements and noises once the cock had made it all the way in, but Paul had screamed long and hard for a full minute when his deep never- before-touched depths had first been pierced by the thick invader. His mind went somewhere else as he fantasized a never-ending stream of big cocks like this, ready made for his servicing. Yes, his plans of freedom got blurred during passion, and someone like him, inexperienced with relationships, wondered if he was already feeling "love" for these men. He secretly wondered if he had perhaps not been destined to be a sexual being rather than an intellectual all these years. With the thick cock ravaging him, Paul eventually came out of his sex trance and came all over himself. Bendax laughed and moved over and scooped some off Paul's belly and tasted it. He gave Paul a taste of it also. Throughout this, Larrios kept on thrusting. He also pinched and squeezed Paul's slick body, roughly repositioning him at the slightest whim. He also pulled at Paul's chest hair, an apparent indication of his desire to have it removed. Paul may have cum, but Larrios was nowhere near doing likewise yet. Before long, with all the sexual stimulation, horny Paul was hard again, and shortly after, back in an even deeper sexual trance. He tried to grip the thick pole as tightly as he could, wanting to squeeze the cum out. Still the senator resisted. As if there was a struggle between the top and bottom, Paul moved in rhythm with Larrios. The big man wanted to cum at last, but he was hoping to do so simultaneously with Paul. That would enhance the experience for both. Keeping his gaze on Paul's quivering cock and its stream of pre-cum, Larrios waited for the right moment and yanked on the rope. The stiff hunk of meat bounced from side to side, alternately slapping against his flat belly and his sticky thighs. Paul's eyes opened and he began to scream and shoot out more cum, long streams hitting both their heaving chests. With a wicked gleam of sexual conquest in his eyes, Larrios screamed even louder and unloaded into the lad's tightly clenched bowels. He then lay down on top of Paul, covering him with his sweaty, stinky, powerful form. The sexual display had lasted a little more than a half hour. As Paul lay there recovering, the thick cock still buried inside him, Bendax applauded and then came over and kissed them both. He solemnly said, "Welcome to my home, Paul, my new and talented slave." Larrios pulled out and got up. Bendax examined Paul's hole, now starting to contract back to normal after its intense reaming. Some of the thick semen was dripping out, accompanied by a trace of blood. Bendax asked Larrios to rate Paul's sexual abilities. Larrios was full of praise and admiration. He requested that Bendax allow him to have regular access to Paul's charms. Larrios chuckled and seemed to agree. But not tonight. Tonight would be his master's turn. An older slave soon arrived, to take Paul off to be cleaned up. That night, Paul spent in a luxurious bedroom with Bendax. Larrios spent the evening with a different slave. Paul was treated like a lover, not a slave. Bendax fucked his ass twice during the night, but with a gentle touch. Bendax even sucked Paul's cock for him, allowing Paul to unload inside his mouth as they sixty-nined. But his master's words always reminded him that he was a slave, even while his actions seemed more intimate, more familiar. In one night, Paul experienced gentle loving sex and brutal dominant sex. Secretly, he could not make up his mind which he preferred. He also realized that, attractive though these men were, they alone would not be able to satisfy him. Now that he had tasted male sex, he knew he would seek it out again, with other men. Being a sex slave would be a perfect role for him. Independent of wherever it might get him politically. It may be advantageous to at times seem like this sex slave didn't always want it. But at this time, he couldn't imagine ever saying no to anything they wanted him to do sexually. He would, however, play up to his master's every whim, figuring this was his most direct path to long-term security. Paul did indeed get to sleep with his master's cock inside him that first night. He had successfully passed into a situation that had opened up new horizons for him. His master was no dummy and didn't want him to get complacent or get too positive an impression of his fate. So he immediately exposed him to the punishment side of his new role. Paul needed to understand what types of punishment he would be subjected to. So he faced the rack and the whip the very next day, in a public dungeon session that introduced Paul and his nubile body to Bendax's entire household. Sore from the pain of stretching, and also the hundreds of lashes on every area of his body below the neck, Paul's main memories of the day were of his two mighty cum-shots, welcome but involuntary responses to the ordeal and the exhibitionism. Paul had learned more about himself that, if he could control himself, would aid him in his future life. He actually loved showing off his charms, being admired for his body, and for his bravery. And, amazingly, against his better intellectual judgment, pain turned him on. THE END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 50