In the end, Sven decides to trust his instinct and just go along with it. The text stated he needs to add mana to upgrade his pencil. Mana as in magic... As a lover of anything remotely RPG and DnD like, magic is not much of a foreign concept to Sven but the fact that it actually exist in real life......It is quite an epiphany for Sven.As learned, Magic is supposed to be some kind of inner, mystical energy used to achieve the impossible. Which means all he needs to do, is to reach within himself. Frank moved the tarp and I could see a padded bench. He showed me that one person could stick their cock through a hole and walk to my mouth while another one could fuck my ass. He told me to strip. He started licking my asshole. He pulled out a bottle of lube and pushed the tip into my asshole. He squirted a good portion of it into my ass. He moved to the other side of the tarp securing the edges. He said I wasn't to talk when the others came in just suck and fuck. Frank walked out and. ‘How many head of cattle are there now?’ the voice asked wearily. ‘None yet,’ Josh replied, ‘but –‘ ‘Thank God,’ came the reply, ‘You’re serious? You need to know about getting a cattle operation going?’ ‘I’m serious,’ exhaled Josh, ‘What do you think?’ There was a slow chuckle out of the speaker for a moment before Brisebois answered. ‘I think you’re nuts, but then I’ve always maintained that position whenever anybody mentions you in passing. But if you’re serious and need an opinion, I’m. How about me?!" he complained."You don't count. You're my..." What?" I don't know. I was about to say 'boyfriend' but that's not really strong enough to describe how I feel about you." I know. I feel the same way about you. How about we just say I'm your 'yours' and you're my 'mine'," he smiled."I like it, though it breaks a number of grammatical conventions." 'Grammatical Conventions'? First Star Wars, now this? I think you're just as dweeby as I am!" he laughed."Want to know my dirty, little.