Opening it with shaking hands Bill immediately recognized his father's hand writing.[My son if you are reading this then I am long gone. Not long afte... your mother passed I had this armor commissioned for you. I felt that you and your brother would serve the realm together. I know though you would not wish to interfere with him. I therefore had this stored for you here. I knew one day you would venture forth finding it.If you are to rule then always remember my son, to rule our people is an. " I added, thinking that should explain it.I realised how stupid that sounded the moment it was out. A close, dead friend? Really? Oh My God.He stood up and took my hand. He held it firmly and I felt electricity shooting up my arm and radiating across my chest making my nipples tingle almost painfully. I wondered what the fuck was happening to me.He shook my hand firmly but not threateningly or showing off his strength or physical superiority the way a lot of men do. I wanted to pull him across. I cried liberally, and the machine kept going for hours. In spite of itself, my body ended up having orgasm after orgasm, until even those hurt, and still it kept going. Eventually, the fucking stopped, but I was sorer than I had ever been before. They put me in the chair and sent me back to sleep for the rest of the day.After eight more trips to the punishment room, and two more trips to that NC Bedroom, the routine changed slightly again after the morning enema session. He pushed b-2 for. He crossed the porch and entered my kitchen door, managing to just miss the doorjamb with my head. ‘Which way?’ ‘Through there.’ I pointed the way to my bedroom and felt myself start to tremble with excitement. I felt a heavy, throbbing arousal as he sat me on my bed, and an accompanying moisture between my legs. He fumbled for the bedside lamp and switched it on, bathing us both in the soft yellow light. I slid over a few inches, silently inviting him to join me on the bed. His eyes darkened.