He loved belonging to them. And his opportunity to show his utter devotion would be at the slave games which were actually Olympic style competitions...for the sole purpose of abusing the slaves for the entertainment of their Masters. As fate would have it, the competition involved feeding the slaves Viagra and X and then each and every Dominant using stinging nettles from head to toe on each of the slaves until they begged for mercy. He learned that the use of stinging nettles was actually a. She kept balm to my eyes and asked in a devillish voice is it paining, I said yes and for which she said, if you dont do as I say from now on, your life willbe even more torturous than this. I said I’ll do as you say and asked why you have called me Aunt: she saw my hard on and asked me what’s that.. I said nothing. She forced saying don’t lie I know whats on your mind… And asked to be frank Me: I said I dont know but I am liking whats happening nowAunt: she came near me and touched my hard on. The apples were swinging as he fired and the arrow arced and struck one. The range was almost one hundred paces. I nodded as I put an arrow to the string, “not bad. I used to do this with rotten apples on the tree but from a little further away.”I fired and my arrow streaked out and struck another apple. I looked at the elf commander and he was staring at me and finally grinned. We each shot ten arrows and he missed two and I did not miss any. After I fired the last arrow he bowed and held out. I stopped and covered my cock with both hands like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Its all right Bob" he said looking down at my lap. He reached his hand down and put it on my hands. I saw the look on his face was totally different from what it been in the lobby. It was a mask of lust. I felt his hand gently lift one of mine away and then the other. My cock was standing straight up for him to see."You’re so beautiful there" I heard him say as I felt his soft hand replace mine on.