Over the next couple of days, he happily fucked all three of them several times.They now behaved submissively to him. He let the larger rat fuck the f...male he normally did but still stopped him from fucking his girl. She still only let him touch her. He had even mounted the larger rat, while he was busy. It was weird and oddly erotic for the two men watching the threesome.Kale commented to Allan, “So if he hadn’t killed them, they would probably have all ended up his bitches.” Allan agreed. It. Many of the guests were already in their seats and stood and bowed as the President and First lady walked by. John recognized a General that had a look of concern on his face when the two men’s eyes met. John also thought he knew the names of many others as his intuition picked up their names. He had not met them, but he knew of them.John thought I wonder how many people here tonight are compromised. I guess we will let God figure it out. John was looking at hundreds of men dressed in their. I decided to publish Blackbone Crossing because I really wanted some feedback/ideas. The story is open to other writers, so feel free to submit your addition!Some chapters I’m still working on and I haven’t published anything for, I’ll mark them with: (w.i.p) Thank you for reading and let me know what you think!“get your mangy paws out of your pockets and get to work!” Alfred coughed. He was walking back and forth across the dining hall of the inn, the wooden floors creaking underneath his. He’d never so much as spoken to Amber in his life - he knew her name, of course, everyone did. She considered herself the queen of the school, and ... well, she wasn’t too far off. She ruled at every party, had her pick of men to date, and normally wouldn’t even deign to glance at a nerd like him ... but there she was, making eye contact and walking straight toward him. Like he was ... like he was a person or something.“H-h-h ... hi?” he stammered, but she just smiled in response, like she.