The little prick craved power as much as Phallus and the shit might turn on his god. At least Yarba had a small dick. One thing that pissed off th... god with the big flesh lance more than any other thing was the constant complaints of the men. At every prayer meeting, at every sacrifice, and at every worship service, the men begged for stiffer cocks. Phallus confessed only to himself, that in his choice of a people to rule, he had made a little evaluation error. He had to decide between the. Still in my unusual state of consciousness,I wondered which was the more painful; the whip or the goad. Both hurt me,of course; but with the goad the pain was more concentrated, and there wasno preliminary swish of warning. On and on I trudged in the blackness; with only the soft shuffle of my feetthrough the dirt I walked in, my hoarse panting, the creaking of the yoke-pole,and the dull clank of the bell at every short pace I made to break the silence.My bladder opened without causing me to. After a few minutes she stopped, a little breathless, but not as much asme. I was sucking air through my nostrils like it was going out offashion. She giggled again then got a small stool, stood on it andstarted caressing my body, fingering the straps and the bulging flesh inbetween, teasing my gloved fingers with her gloved fingers, hooking afinger under the strap disappearing between my legs and giving it aplayful tug, commenting on its snugness. Snug! It was nearly cutting mein two. She. Eric came to the doorway, but stopped."Come on in, Eric. You don't need an invitation." As Eric walked on in, Jeff pointed to the coffee table. "There's coffee if you want some."Eric poured himself a cup and sat across from the Prime. The two made small talk for a couple of minutes before, "Okay, there's obviously something else on your mind."Eric cleared his throat. "Uh, Jeff, are you sure you want me to be part of this training? I mean, well, ammo costs money, and I can just imagine how many.