”“But, your chest and everywhere else?” I could tell Mom was trying to work Cal. I just didn’t know why.“Um. Well, of course my chest. I was...as hairy as Dad there, almost. But once I was in the shower with a razor, it was too much temptation not to just ‘do it’, as the Nike ads say. Yeah, the hair you can see is all there is.” Cal admitted this with a blush and a sheepish smile.“Ooh, I’d love to see the rest. Would you show me Cal?” This was more bizarre by the minute.At that point, I asked Cal. .i would always be tempted to look but never did except one time I decided to give tom the thrill of his mornings LOL I stopped dead in his doorway during his morning play and watched as his sheets rose up and down and just when I could tell things were getting more frantic I stepped into his room and propped the door a touch just to be safe from mama Meg and papa Jo. Tom shot his sheets down to see who had entered and upon doing so I hopped on the edge of his bed and exposed my privates to. They had changed from two gay men with fairly common sexual tastes into Dom and Sub into S and m. They were now all about Bondage and Discipline and Pain and Punishment. They sought Water Sports and Fisting and Forced Chastity. They talked of Punching and Spitting and Verbal Humiliation and finally they talked about outright Slavery and Ownership.All of this in two short weeks. It was simply amazing how they had perverted themselves.Then Robert panicked. It wasn’t just the extremes that they. ..how bad could he be?A country road led off to the right, and I turned onto the gravel. He followed, and then we both pulled over at the wide place where a farmer had built in an access point for his field. I killed my lights and engine, and before I could change my mind I stepped out of my car and strode back to the gray Chrysler. I heard the doors unlock and pulled the passenger door open.I sat down and turned toward my friend/stranger. Those flashing blue eyes looked me over with obvious.