His pale, hairless,and skeletal body barely called to mind the robust manhe had once been, before the cancer (and it'streatments) had ravaged him. At ...hat time I was tryingvery hard not to show any signs of sadness or stress,because he was still alert enough to sense things likethat. My only concern was to make him as happy andcomfortable as the circumstances would allow. Thisscene here didn?t take place in some cold and clinicalhospital room, his death would be as inevitable thereas it was. Jessie felt his spine shudder as he felt one of the digits slidealong his prostrate. A small little "mew" escaped his lips as he huffedand flexed his rump against the two invading fingers. "T-that nicknameis terrible, Daddy..." Jessie managed to huff out, sticking out histongue while squirming and mewling in his need, his little dickydribbling precum like a leaky faucet.The stag chuckled, making a show of looking hurt. "Well now, you hurt myfeelings," Narrowing his eyes, he pushed a third. It was so nice having this power over him. You could see the disappointment on his face when the shop had staff out on the floor and the sheer delight when they didn’t.I kept him shopping for over two hours and still hadn’t bought even one pair. The embarrassment on his face was getting worse with the amount of tease I had given him. By now his cock could easily be noticed in his trousers and the fact that I kept my arm linked with his made it hard for him to hide it. We reached a small. He following story is created for a very, inspiring, lets say, friend.. It does build up to a very rewarding ending, I just wanted to build up some tension before that, trying to describe a few of the many things that'd be going through my head in this scenario :) I do hope you enjoy it and get at least half as horny as I've gotten writing and thinking about it, over and over again >.