Cody and Jax's battered bodies rattled forever in the SUV trunk over evening backroads. The rig slammed potholes, every jolt smashing them together—sweaty flanks sliding slick, cocks grinding sticky trails, balls smacking cold metal. Bound wrists gave no brace, collars gouged raw necks, fuckholes throbbed void from buyers' probing fingers.
The beast slowed, crunched gravel, killed the engine with a heavy death-rattle.
Door flew open. Roman climbed out. Streetlamps bathed the mansion: two stories white-columned, ringed by ranch fields. Front steps lined slaves—half a million drahm worth of live goods grinding for the Boss. Locked in Present: legs splayed wide, hands laced behind skulls, backs ramrod, muscles flexed taut, eyes drilling dirt. Workday done—Boss never wasted juice on beasts: dawn wake, dusk crash. Aproned lackey in short shorts flanked by estate head slaves: Blacksmith with low-hanging balls swinging under loincloth, Head Stud's monster shaft peeking from his triangle sling, House Foreman with sweat-matted blond mop and nipple rings, the full ranch overlord crew—slaves bossing slaves.
These top dogs hated each other with feral venom—each clawed for scraps of power over the lows to drown their own plunge, but poison boiled inside: craving demotion to dumb field-mule drudgery or bedsheet fuckholes where you blank out, just yield to cock or lash, no endless overseeing, no blame for underlings' fuckups doubling the whip on your sack, months without blowing your load, slip once and it's straight to the rendering plant, cubed into chow for real dogs. They'd watched peers dragged off piecemeal, swapped for friskier young meat; Head Stud remembered his predecessor's balls hammer-smashed before the mines, now he stood endless hours, cock holstered instead of seeding heifers, just porch-dogging like a mutt while Boss guests brayed, "Look at that Breeding Ram—cock bigger than your brain!" These slaves would rat each other for a meat scrap or the Boss's glance—terror spun their web, every wait-hour torture, sacks swelling hot, nips peaking hard, precum soaking loincloths, forcing awkward thigh-shifts to hide the wet streaks, gooseflesh crawling ballsacks while degradations piled: just yesterday House Foreman on all fours tongue-mopped guest cum from carpet amid jeers, howling inside, I'm slave like the rest, but lower—head dog means closer to Boss's whip, hate you bitches, hate myself for this grovel... Silence before them hummed hate—every side-eye a shank, every breath a curse, and they stood knowing one misstep lands them next on the plant line.
Roman strode to the Elite Dorm Foreman—a strapped jock in shorts, 8-inch veiny ridge bulging fabric. Roman crushed the nutsack through shorts—scrotum flattened palm-deep, balls crunched shifting.
"I hauled two pups in the trunk. Cage 'em in the double cell, standard newbie slop, let 'em crash hard—you know the drill. Swing by later for orders once they settle."
Slave froze stock-still, eyes down, voice flat:
"Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir!"
Inside the Foreman fire flared: he craved these fake power-nibbles—new pups under thumb, rare Boss tasks, brush of his body, his breath. But terror scorched—if you flopped, nuts snipped cold; that grip screamed it.
Roman released the sack—scrotum slapped back with a wet pop.
"Not tonight, dogs. Handle your shit."
Roman marched houseward. House Foreman, 27-year-old blond-mop sweat-clumped to brow like a fuck-ravaged colt post-stall scrap—nipple rings jutting apron—trailed obedient. Roman always greenlit this slave's mane: hilarious watching strands crust guest spunk or mop-drip, underlining house-bitch rank.
"News?"
"Yes, Sir. Master Victor says he can't drop by tonight."
Roman snorted: Punk-ass bitch bailed again to party with townies. Fucked my night. Halted in the hall, market heat still churning nuts—heavy, brimming post-inspections. Victor flaked? Fine, blow one pre-dinner.
Roman wheeled on the lackey, ripped apron and shorts in one yank. Slave snapped Present instant: hands skull-laced, legs micro-spread, feet parquet-slid for perfect lock, frame flexed—ripped chest gleaming, nipple rings flashing, tight cage gnawing cockskin.
Roman eyed the cage—dull steel sheen, shaft crushed inside, head bulging red.
"Why'd I cage that worthless worm?... Fuck it. Wet dreams yet?"
"No, Sir. I don't cum, like you ordered, Boss."
"Good dog. Keep that obedience locked."
Roman leaned to the slave's ear, breath scorching young bull hide, hand twisted a nip near-blood, stretching it pale, agony lancing chest.
"But if it's brutal—crawl to me. Boss'll fix it, remember you draining from nut-whip? Solution's always there."
House slaves rarely nutted—always primed leaking bitches cock-starved. Boss stocked twenty-eight home pups for fucking: they kneaded, tongued, slurped his shaft, forever posed ready, asses triple-hosed daily, bodies oiled smooth—they ached denied, cages bit swelling meat, balls throbbed overfull, precum drooled endless while orgasms choked them convulsing, eyes begging, knees crawling for mercy Boss could grant or snatch whimsy. House Foreman got caged just 'cause Roman itched to clock when loyalty cracked cum unbidden. Lackey thrashed trapped between flop-fear and desperate drain-need, knowing slip meant sack-lash—but punishment loomed inevitable as Boss grinned, "Endure, whore—your load's mine alone."
Caged cock spasmed wild—shaft swelled slamming bars with wet squelch, head squashed ring-flat, scrotum fist-tight, balls mashing mutual, precum roped thick from cage teeth down the shaft, steel gouged skin, pain stabbed spine-deep, abs cramped bitch-heat, but iron choked it dead. Slave heaved ragged—nip agony, those words. Nips blazed, prostate dull-burned, spit gulp, inner prayer: Boss sees my loyalty, grants relief...
"Fetch two Asians to the bedroom, the beach jocks. You too."
Roman cheek-slapped—the slave bolted.
Roman hit the bedroom fuck-den (hated beasts fouling his private zone) and stripped fast—shirt, pants, drawers—then sprawled bed. Slaves filed in as he settled, good dogs—pair of 20-year-old Asians, short stacked dark-skinned frames already nude save collars. Roman dug their smooth wrinkle-free fuckholes—parting even tight rings, hairless, salty hides. These whores couldn't even leak right—their pathetic Asian clit-dicks shriveled under Boss glare, screaming: you're no men, just finger-holes, nip-tongues.
"You know the drill."
Roman sank back next half-hour no cares no calls—rare free-man bliss, slave default: blank the beast-brain, obey the top.
Beach Asian Clits Fist-Gaped
He flashed back snagging these Asians a year back—tropic sea, ocean-view balcony. He'd caught fever: chills wracked, cough shredded lungs, mini "Vietnam Death" but neighbor moans and drums swapped for orchestra—sultry hypnotic throb. Days he lounged robed on balcony, frail sweaty, wave-gazing, ignoring local slaves—just salt-air breathing. Then spotted two beach boys: short local lads about 19, dark hides oil-sheen sweat-glossed, ripped frames—narrow hips, cut abs, sleek backs. Ball-chasing: sprinting leaping, muscles rippling hides, tiny rice-dicks tenting shorts on lunges, asses firm, holes prime hairless sure. One lofted high pass—other arched airborne, laugh bell-chime, wet locks brow-stuck. Binoculared hours: eye-spark, dialect jabs, shoulder-bumps, score-hugs—pure youth free, slave-antithesis. Fever scorched Roman, room drums amped forbidden pull.
Concierge ID'd the beach bums, hit their folks, days later post-recovery signed pup contracts. Parents smelled bidder heat, held price firm, but Roman locked on vacation trophies whatever the cost.
Lied to the pups: "Ranch gig, slave-overseers, English pay, dorms, real man work—meet the boss: rich hot young stud beaming open smile."
Pups clueless they'd sold thrilled bouncing—boyhood dream bossing livestock. What'd they yap whole flight? Roman snoozed business-class dreaming their ruin.
He himself hauled the new-country-horny pups ranchward: "River rinse post-trip." Shorts shredded, they dove—bodies flashing water, tiny rice-dicks flopping loose, wet sacks gleaming. Playful pups: splashing shoving joking, one dives—ass skyed, hole winking sun and world, other cackles spraying. Hauled out sun-drying, gushing "Thanks Sir, awesome!"—eyes blazing, frames buzzing hype. Only later dawned: they'd swam slaves under owner's gaze.
Hour later overseers rolled. Roman read parents' notes aloud. Shock hit: eyes bugged, jaws slack. Bolted bare dripping, snatching beach-trunks—but overseers crushed instant: clit-dick punches, sack-lashes, shrill howls, writhing turf-bound, pups screeching thrashing biting clawing grips, tears flying—but stamina snapped quick—whips cracked backs, nuts fist-flattened, holes yielded rough fingers.
"Boys, love your carefree frolic. Keep delighting me, I won't even break you—call it extended vacay no toil no worries, just my watch. Good pups? All smooth, promise. No whips, no strange cocks throat-fucking—just play like today, I'll keep your inner free. Trust me, lads—no pain."
Next day beach again, but collared sullen, loincloths dragged reluctant, play snuffed. Roman raged: hauled 'em to bottle that vibe? Failed. Starved and lashed till place sunk in. Forced replay river romps: "See slave, you frolic for me still—just now back-whip-striped, rubber-plugged asses." No-break vow cracked, dumb wolf-pups.
Now thrill faded, their price peaked—sell time. He flinched at their body-touch.
Asians froze instant before Boss, eyes devouring: thick shoulders, carved abs rolling gut-muscles, his cock half-limp but heavy promise. Their sacks clenched pebble-tight, no precum leak—useless yellow worms stayed limp even at perfection sight, shame-burning reminder: you're holes, baby clits for laughs. Why's my rice-dick dead to that shaft, everyone clocks my sad nub, that lackey smirks, sack shrinks, why foot-lick here if I can't rise?
Twin Asians knelt throne-foot ritual-slow. Warm smooth hands claimed Boss feet, thumbs kneaded arches, rolled insteps, squeezed toes one-by-one. Tongues joined: slithered circling big toe, suckled each like mini-cock, spit trailed skin. Climbed calves—palms muscle-rubbed, tongues lapped knee-hollow salt-sweat. Boss thighs tensed—Asians pried wider, hands inner-thigh stroked, tongues trailed: slow wet knee-up, underball grazing unhurried. Gut spirals navel-round, rib-traces, tongues wet-pathing. Finally chest: palms kneaded Boss frame.
Roman groaned:
"Nips..."
Pups lunged nips—tongues aureole-swirled, lips latched rhythmic suck. Roman's nips wired hot, all bed slaves drilled to his spec. They'd lap suck endless, jaws muscle-burned monotony, lips cracking. Flub? Boss berserked, whipped the mood-killer. Asians aced it: one tongue-circled, other tender-nursed, spit chest-sheened. Roman fisted first's hair—inhaled sweet scalp, mashed to pec:
"Work that nip, tongue it."
Hands roamed Boss skin—hot firm, muscles bucking fingers, salt-sweat scorched tongues, spit mixed foam-sticky, jaws spasmed ache, tongue numb circle-grind but no quit, hands mouths worshipping—every Boss fiber warmed, every chest hair lip-scraped, salt throat-burned cough-rise crushed down. Boss heat soaked their pores, own fuckholes void-clenching.
Boss's big cock rose, slaves' passion-love daily-dream touch. Asians stayed locked. Lackey statue. Roman's day-wear shed. Free hand dropped, Asian read cue ass-shoved to palm, "Smart pup," Roman pleasure-mumbled, hole even tight already leaking. Fingers slid easy—one first, stretching ring wet-squelch, walls squealed, heat bloomed lining, Asian whimpered into Boss nip, frame jerked but held. Two joined—plunged deeper, prostate squish-padded, pain pulsed throb-mix, hole spasmed lube-squeezing, slave quaked, spit flew lips, "Nip-suck slick, leak for me," Roman growled, pup's sack fist-tight, arched harder eyes begging: deeper Boss. Three rammed—pain-stretch ripping, walls strained near-tear, gut-fire exploded, Asian muffled howled aureole-buried, back goosebumped, Boss felt the shiver, pup hole rhythmic-grabbed fingers cock-mouth style.
Short slaves handy—cock hole any part palm-close. Big stallions always awkward.
"Cock!"
Lackey lunged—deepthroated root-buried. Trained loyal bull: never botch Boss bliss.
Slave throat stretched white-hot: thick scalding Boss cock rammed base-deep, head battering gullet through, every breath nose-ragged gasp: mouth meat-packed total. Nose mashed wet-salt bush: hairs nostril-tickled, hide sweat-glued, stink thick beast-day all day's toil-sweat-musk blasting slave's nose, drool flooding ropes down Boss balls.
Throat muscles auto-fired sans cue: first convulse like gag but crushed to deep wet clamp hauling shaft deeper. Then slow wave-swallow base-to-tip: tongue-root up soft-palate full-gullet gulp like huge steak no release. Each swallow milked cock, squeezed fresh precum globs throat-burning straight-stomach.
Tongue underside-flattened trembling strain, slave dragged it vein-long side-side pulsing swelling steel-hard. Lips root-ring vacuum-tight: Boss withdrew slight, cheeks sucked vacuum, cock schlurp-re-slammed hilt-throat-pain. Spit foamed bubbled corner-drooling, roping to Boss nuts chin-smashing heavy.
Mouth drenched hot cave: taste bitter precum sweat-mix. Slave gulp full-chest the musk—animal piss-note head-spinning, own cock twitched floor-dribbling pre but focus cock-only.
Throat clamped harder: spasm-spasm-spasm piston-rhythm. Slave felt head deepest swell thicken, knew: now. Throat bloomed hole-wide, cock erupted: first rope gullet-scorching thick-salt-hot; second deeper; third fourth overflowed nose-mouth spurting. Slave gulped greedy choke-gag holding root till last drop sucked clean, tongue-polished no-pull-off till cleared.
Throat fire-raw, mouth numb-tongued, but core animal filthy joy: fed. Cum-dump peak, worthless life's high.
All froze. Asians quit nips, heads meek on spent Boss chest, hands slow-gut caress savoring needful duty—warm skin salt-sweat. Roman snarled: "Bitch!!!!" Fingers Asian-hole spread-froze.
Lackey slow-lifted throat off cock, cum-strand lip-to-head. Head thigh-nestled, eyes worship fading shaft—love envy awe. Life's dependent core.
Five minutes hush: Roman drifted market pups sea shedding wear. Slaves breath-listened ready suck ass life-give.
Roman sharp-sighed, rose.
"You," jabbed the now-void Asian hole, "shower with me. You—fuck the lackey proper, he earned that throat. Remember goat, no cumming for you?"
Roman grinned lackey—that nodded cage-twitch.
Shower scalded bodies. Asian (rare hot-water bliss) slow-lathered Roman: foam-palms stroked skin, kneaded shoulders abs. Pup's tiny Asian clit-cock rigid honor-stiff, thighs quaked each Boss-touch. Soapy finger invaded pup hole—even tight—twisted inside burn-spreading, slave soft-whined, walls finger-clenched. Roman crushed small dark-warm frame to chest, cock gut-prodded but no fuck-lust, just power: humped smooth torso, pinched nips, foamed nuts. Slave flushed, hole throbbed, finger-heat seared, sack spasm-squeezed.
Meantime lone Asian with lackey froze lost: pathetic Asian clit-dick sad-nubbed while high-rank House Foreman—home chief ripped frame caged—bent doggy, cheeks splayed, hole pink-ring pulsing cock-starved. Boss showers—I moan loud... milk this shrimp cock with my pro hole, make the twerp blow—flog him rule-break, lackey schemed, Asian eased in slow—tiny rice-prick squish-engulfed, lackey's hole gulp pod rhythmic-milking but no release: cage gnawed swelling shaft, nuts dull-fire ached, abs cramp-knotted. Fuck why prostate blazes like stallion-plowing but no cum, lube thigh-rivers, this shrimp bitch-fucks me, moan-shame under rice-dick, I'm chief bending for low whore, tears scorch but hips buck back... bliss Asian meantime blushed scalp-deep, mind-blown by elder slave moans, useless yellow worm drowned hole-deep, thrusts ball-panged—no cum Boss-punish but sack heat-swelled: Why's my baby clit topping the chief, he's higher feels my sad bump, moans like I'm stud but all see my joke cock, shame-fuck him veins throbbing, his prostate milks me nut-fire but no cum or rice-prick whip, lube endless he moans I'm nothing...
Roman toweled back roomward. Pup still lackey-pounding loyal pup—rhythmic schlurp-plunge, lackey moaning under shrimp Asian cock hunger-mad dog.
"Out whores. Dinner veranda in 20."
Asian yanked free—lackey gasped, eyed floor-puddle, tongue-mopped lube hands-free. Slaves ghosted door, corridor half-dark paused glance-swap—relief crashed: whip-dodged, Boss pleased. Asians clocked lackey's leaking cock: shaft bar-straining white skin-marks, nuts tension-red. Lackey eyed their sad rice-dicks. Asians swapped looks, envy flaring for lackey: Boss fed him seed, left their holes empty unfucked. They knew each other total: just Boss holes leaking no-orgasm, sacks ached, letdown scorched worse than lash. Fuck he saw me moaning under this shrimp Asian cock, he saw my hole gaped, shame raw before these lows, we're all whores but Boss dumped in me today... lackey thought. Slaves hustled utility: hole-body rinses pristine for 20-min return to line hoping someday fucked or cleared; meantime choking denial-disappointment.
Roman solo-dined veranda—juicy steak, whiskey lamp-sparkled, steppe air cool. Kneeling pre him Elite Dorm Foreman awaited orders, hands skull-laced, shorts thigh-taut, breath even but nuts Boss-prox swollen sure. Roman slow-chewed peace-savoring—fork steak-slice, whiskey gulp, slave-stare: Prime dog loyal frame command-ready. Devoted mutt closeness warmed the night.
Pups Hole-Locked in Cell
Shorts-clad nude slave popped trunk—Elite Dorm Foreman, 220-pound jock, nipple rings gleaming, "ELITE" steel collar neck-crushing, ripped shaved pecs shining.
"Out bull-calves!"
Foreman yanked pups collar-dragging, road-numbed fresh meat frames.
Cody tumbled first—legs buckled, eyed slave: nipple rings nail-hard, athlete bulk, collar brutal steel. Fuck broken like we'll be but built, Boss prizes him...
"Stand! Freeze!"
Foreman circled nitpicking chill-prickling newbies: gripped Cody's cock—shaft-squeezed, foreskin yanked pink slit-check; sack palm-rolled. Same Jax—horse-cock hefted, nuts crushed.
"Fresh young unbroken bull-calves. Boss hauled prime goods like always. You're bottom-scrap meat for labor and fucking. No names no will—just orders and lash for disobey. Forget free: cocks holes Boss-owned. Call me 'Sir.' You shut silent always. Clear?"
Cody and Jax trembled stock-still: shafts lube-sticky, shame rib-stabbed, night-chill deepening.
"Yes, Sir."
Jax sack still market-sore, nips cold-peaked—degrade standing under broken slave's gaze casual-handling his horse-cock like gear.
"Yes, Sir."
Slaps both slaves.
"Louder crisp! Again!"
"Yes, Sir!"
Cody cheek burned but voice firmed—gut muscles eased command-calm, shaft micro-twitch, inner sweet-sting—rules at last, no market chaos.
"Better. Know your place, pups."
New slaves staggered estate paths half-dark—past stable shadows heifers lowing seed-wait, past barracks field-mule snores sweat-earth stinking. Twilight hid all save building silhouettes rare lamps, hush ordered calm—no market roar whip-crack. Cody dug the structure: army echo, night watches even steps crisp orders no yells—just bunk-march muscles unwinding.
Finally crammed tight room bisected thick bars—twin bunks, thin prickle-blankets mold-bleach reek, floor bowls brown slop, rusty needs-drain corner, air thick chlorine sweat old-piss. Clean functional—slave life raw: plank beds bowl water bran bread. Cody and Jax synced relief-sigh—sleep at last—but despair crashed: fall done, yesterday market lads now some bought cell-property.
"Rest tonight. Knees, hands skull."
Slaves dropped instant—knees wood-bitten, hands laced, frames flexed, cocks dangled display. Cody felt hole-breeze, shame chest-panged—paraded broken slave but pose soothed like drill.
Jax quaked fear, sack swayed—degrade kneeling peer-slave but inner stirred: rules finally.
"Here you're rock-bottom. Lower only chained field mules heifers breeding-bound. Tomorrow training breaks your rebel free. Silent hear obey. Cocks rise Boss-command only, holes finger-open his. Wrong glance? Nuts vised. Built for serve: studs today mines tomorrow spare-parts.
Slave shoved each mouth bottle-nipple—bitter thick sludge.
"Suck fast trash, no time—Boss waits."
Cody suckled—warmth vein-flooded, head spun market-flash: pup knee-bowl water, heifer cunts, stud cocks sack-heavy swaying, rebel-egg whip-whistling... shame-blur eyes swam.
Jax gulp convulse—gall throat-seared, world swirled hot-chaos, degrade nipple-suck kneeling girl-style.
"Tranks calm you pups—know your young dumb skulls storm: won't buy you're owned now. But I'll beat that shit out. Bunks now. Reminder: no stroke no cum. Penalty vicious. Don't test, trust."
Slaves crashed hard planks. Craved reach grid-touch: shoulder-squeeze hand-grip hell-warmth drop—but Foreman-shorts whip-belt gaze terrorized, shame before bro: what if he don't forgive market weakness, my gaped hole, my strange-hand boner? Bars divided.
"Sleep, pups."
Cody burrowed prickle-blanket, last night straw-naked stray dog—muscles throbbed day-flash: market fingers hole-whisper "yes Sir" Boss tender shaft-touch. Brew hit—warmth bloomed lids leaded world cock-ass-shame soup. Jax grid-opposite horse-cock limp-drooped dream-thin ribs skeleton-sharp but I saw him whip-stiff market he saw my hole stretched saw me "yes Sir" whisper Boss-hand melting pup-style fuck why cheeks blaze these recalls why his tugged sack-eggs why shaft twitches it? Boss bought us paired cell-trapped but he saw my submit thinks "soldier weak not stud just obedient hole" or nah? Good he sleeps misses my tranq-swim mind-muddle Jax... Boss... slave? Wait why sack heavy why grid-pull peer him? Fuck Cody crash it's chem like collar we're broke now but I'm tougher or? What he thinks me tomorrow clocks my peaked nips leaking shaft? Hate this bar us hate self these thoughts swim... Boss.
Hour later Boss entered Foreman-trailing. Foreman blanket-ripped Jax—lean frame sleep-jerked, horse-cock sagged helpless between skinny thighs.
Roman inspected: rib-traced finger, nuts light-squeezed.
"This one's stud-prep so start Breed-Shot Beast-Builder. Shame yeah digs his boy-build but pump market value. Half-dose Devotion-Drop too—he's maso needs nudge to bloom."
Devotion-Drop pup-perfect maso Jax-types: chem amps pain to bliss, body craves lash cock, mind welds hurt to Boss-love; couple hits he'd crawl lash-begging "more Boss." This horse-seeder'd sob ecstasy egg-whipped then flood heifers clueless fate sealed—year on breeding auction new owner crushes will-remains Roman nets 20k clean.
Foreman blanket-stripped Cody—solid frame lax nips peaked.
"Oh this sweet soldier boy's my play."
Boss fingers chest-gut trailed, lingered cock—shaft dream-twitch.
"Both Nipple-Whore Drops. Keep 'em here no other-slave talk just training pen week-brand 'em. Report rebels but gut says smooth."
Foreman flipped Jax ass—skinny cheeks spread pink hole sleep-winked. Syringe stabbed sharp—Breed-Shot Beast-Builder glute-jab, Jax muffled groaned needle-deep frame bucked sleep-clung. Then Cody—firm ass parted thigh-muscle plunge, soldier groan sleep-ripped muscles reflex-clenched.
Full brew-kick shafts blaze steel-hard uncommanded, nuts orange-heavy bloated, nips fire-pulsed, holes rhythm-clench, precum rivered, nut-spunk bubbled, muscles quaked crave—chem inner-breaks leak-beg sans Boss word. Time needed still.
Roman felt lack—hated ditching Soldier Pup. Victor-no night bored. Eyed Foreman:
"Strip knees. Jerk cum palm. Fast no-wait."
Slave shredded shorts knee-dropped—seized 8-inch veiny cock frenzied-pumped knowing delay-risk. Shaft swelled ropy head gleamed fist nuts-bashing pain. Roman rear-flanked hair-ruffled but eyes locked sleeping Cody.
Slave groaned—cum ropes palm-thick hot-sticky.
Roman to Cody mouth-gaped lip-fingered:
"Feed the pup, train him seed-taste."
Foreman careful poured Cody mouth, lips smacked chomped.
"Down pup," Roman cooed smearing dregs sleep-lips. "Sweet dreams."
Foreman envied Cody—craved seed-taste Boss-tender sneaky palm-lick Boss-blind.
Slaves tranq-slept clueless Boss fate-wove.
Cody dream-squirmed nips peaked shaft lube-drooled—why nuts blaze why sack swells hands-free what lip-taste faint key salt-thick Boss... I'm slave.
