We shrugged it off; he made no secret of the fact that he didn’t like that I’d married one.The next morning Eliza went with me as I carried three ...f the last ingots into town. The guards all stood up straight as my sister approached, and she turned many heads with her uncommon beauty despite her plain dress and no shoes. The streets were muddy and mucky so we carefully picked and threaded our way along the raised planked sidewalks.The blacksmith, a bear of a man, grunted as I approached and. It continued its exploration, oblivious of my pathetic attempts to gain my liberty until I felt his fingers encircle my flaccid member. ‘Not very big down here are you Whitey?’ he teased, before slowly squeezing my penis and continuing, ‘OK, let’s get started. What I see for you is a life time spent serving me as my personal little white sissy boy slave.’ Once again, I frantically struggled to break his grip on me, kicking out and thrashing around inside his powerfully muscled arms, but again,. His Uncle Knute! Chapter 14 Knute’s family rarely spoke of him, even then in unflattering terms. Brian’s Mother had disowned her brother. Brian’s religious Father called him the spawn of the devil. Brian didn’t feel that way. He was proud of his Uncle, even though he could barely remember him. The last time he had spoken to him was during a brief visit in 1992, just after the first Gulf War. Every birthday there was a card, a short note of affection and a hundred bucks! His Uncle had been 30. He knelt over my head, his crotch up to mouth, his hand clasping his erect cock, it wasn’t the biggest cock but it was good enough for me. He was hard as rock, his hand massaged the shaft. He brought his hips in closer to my mouth, the end of his dick touching my lips; I idly opened my mouth and let him slide his length in. Stretching out his arms to support his weight he thrust his body up and down, his cock fucking my mouth with every move, anyone would think he was doing press-ups if his.