“You probably never heard of them before, but SERT is the Canadian special forces. They are outside the standard chain of command and can’t be hel... accountable for their actions. We actually rent them out. It is one of the reasons why they are counted among the best special forces in the world. They have more experience than almost anybody else. Yesterday if the jocks got a hold of one of you, I wouldn’t have a way to get you back. Today, Cub, Graham or Capt Milligan can call in the SERT to get. If you disobey even one single command of mine or get in my way, every single being you’ve ever cared or will care about, will die a slow and painful death.” Luciantmon growled.Jax shook his head a little and gazed down at the floor.”No…Don’t….I…I….I’ll do what you want.” he said.”Excellent my little slave. First of all, come forward.” Luciantmon said.Jax did as he was told. And then, he gasped in horror, as he saw Luciantmon, rubbing the tip of his cock.Jax remembered, how he had been forced. A thing easily said than done. It was really hard to live that one week away, and pretty much every day, I had to masturbate to keep myself alive.The day finally came when she texted she’s leaving to India. We texted all the way, in fact, sexted all the way, when she was in the shower when she locked her apartment door when she was in the car when she was in the immigration line, every time. And before she boarded the plane, we knew both of us were too horny and I demanded her a selfie. She was. And, slowly, life began getting back to normal. I wasn’t sure how normal normal was going to be, what with twin girls coming into the picture, but my family’s disaster began receding from my thoughts. We were no longer in the papers, I could go somewhere with Marilyn or Charlie without worries about anybody pointing at me and whispering, I didn’t have to worry about reporters tracking me down. Mind you, the Buckman family was generally in the shitter. My parents were now divorced, Mom blamed me.